Chapter 2

I sat in the middle of the bench seat while Mark drove his truck, and Chris sat on the other side of me. It was nice being between those two boys like that. I had the most handsome boy in school on one side of me, and the prettiest boy in school on the other, and you'd be hard pressed to find a sixteen year old girl who wouldn't have traded places with me in a heartbeat.

"Chris' dad is George Wheelock, have you heard of him?" I asked Mark and Chris made a little groan next to me, so I rubbed his thigh gently.

"Uhhh..." Chris acted like he was going to jump out of the truck when he felt my hand on him and he leaned forward a bit, glancing at Mark.

"Georgie Wheelock?" Mark grinned. "Who hasn't? The guy holds all the school passing records!"

"He does?" I wasn't sure what that meant.

"Yep." Mark nodded. "Touchdowns, yards, completions, all that stuff. That's his picture in the coach's trophy cabinet."

"It is?" I hadn't ever seen the coach's trophy cabnet.

"Yep. His team won the state championship," Mark agreed. "Wow, so you're Georgie's son, that's pretty cool."

"Uh, thanks," Chris managed to say and I was rubbing both of their thighs now, cause the old bridge was getting close.

"How come you don't play football, Chris?" Mark asked.

"I tried it before, but um ... I wasn't any good at it." Chris shrugged. "I take after my mom, I guess."

"Your mom must be pretty hot." Mark chuckled and I pinched his thigh. "Ouch! What? I mean Chris is hot, so why wouldn't his mom be?"

"What?" Chris stared across me at Mark.

"What?" Mark glanced at him and smiled. "You're cute, everybody says so. Right, Stephy?"

"Definitely cute," I agreed, smiling at Chris and he was looking confused as Mark pulled onto a grassy flat area. It was close to an old covered bridge that was mostly broken in the roof. We parked out there a lot; it was where I'd given Mark my virginity, so it was special to us. Like our spot, you know?

"Uh, I don't know about that..." Chris said modestly.

"I do!" I giggled and Mark turned off the engine and then the headlights, but it was a bright night anyway with a big orange harvest moon coming up.

"You should ask him," Mark said to me.

"Ask me what?" Chris wondered.

"Me?" I giggled. "You're the boy, you should ask."

"Ask me what?" Chris repeated.

"Yeah but..." Mark made a little face.

"You have to ask," I decided.

"Ask me what? Come on." Chris was almost laughing now, but he was nervous too.

"Nope, he'll think it's weird if I do it," Mark changed my mind.

"Okay," I sighed, but it didn't really bother me.

"Ask me what?" Chris pleaded and he was giggling a little, which was so cute it was making my nipples pop.

"Um ... Well, we ... Me and Mark..." I glanced at my boyfriend and Mark was nodding. " ... We wondered if you wanted to go out with us sometime?"

"Uh..." Chris had to think about that.

"See, boys are supposed to do the asking," I said to Mark, shaking my head.

"Well, yeah." Mark rolled his eyes. "When you ask like that."

"Uh..." Chris was still thinking.

"What does that mean? When I ask like what?" I stared at Mark.

"You have to be cool, you know." Mark chuckled. "You make it sound like..."

"Uh..." Chris was looking back and forth at us.

"Like what?" I stuck out my chin a little.

"Like a prison sentence or something." Mark shook his head.

"Uh ... What did you ask me?" Chris finally said.

"Chris, Steph and I are going to Clearview tomorrow night to see a movie, do you want to come with us?" Mark was leaning across me a little.

"What?" I laughed. "And that's better?"

"It is better. It's a plan, it's a time, it's yes or no ... Not someday maybe would you sorta almost wanna go out with us possibly..."

"I didn't say it like that." I stared at Mark and then looked at Chris. "Did I?"

"Ummm ... No." Chris looked a little confused again.

"It sounded like it to me," Mark sighed.

"Well not to Chris, he knew what I meant." I leaned close to Chris, cuddling up and pulling his left arm around me. I stuck my tongue out at Mark.

"Uh ... I don't know what..." Chris swallowed hard.

"We want you to be our boyfriend." I turned my head smiling up at Chris in the soft moonlight.

"Your boyfriend?" Chris stared down at me and I hugged his arm tighter around me.

"Ours." Mark smiled. "Both of us."

"But you ... We're guys." Chris narrowed his eyes at Mark.

"So?" Mark asked. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Mark thinks you're hot." I giggled and kissed Chris on the cheek quickly. "He's handsome too, don't you think?"

"I don't ... I never..." Chris scratched his head. "Are you ... uh, gay?"

"Me?" Mark laughed. "I don't think so, but I could be maybe."

"We don't really believe in words like that," I shrugged.

"Don't believe in words?" Chris laughed. "What does that mean?"

"Like you know, people are people so what difference does being a boy or girl make if you like the person?" Mark asked reasonably, and that summarized our philosophy almost perfectly.

"Well, like is one thing, but..."

"Like ... Love ... Sex ... Whatever, you know what I mean," Mark persisted.

"I just ... This is weird." Chris shook his head.

"I think I love you," I told Chris seriously. "I know I love Mark, and he loves me and if you love me, and then you two could be in love..."

"You can't love two boys at the same time." Chris blinked at me.

"Say all that again?" Mark teased me, so I ignored him.

"Why not?" I asked Chris.

"Because!"

"Because why?" I smiled and Mark chuckled.

"Just ... Because." Chris shrugged. "I don't know."

"Then you don't know she can't either." Mark nodded. "You're seriously cute when you look like that."

"Like what?" Chris stared at him.

"Like that," Mark sighed like he was in love. "What you're doing right now, sorta a little pissed and a little scared..."

"I'm not scared," Chris said immediately.

"I don't mean scared, I mean ... Nervous, okay?" Mark offered and Chris nodded.

"Course he's not scared." I pressed my head against Chris' chest. "He's just never been asked out before. Have you?"

"Uh ... No." Chris laughed. "Not like this."

"See?" I sighed. "It's just new for him, that's all."

"It's new for me too." Mark pinched my hip. "So are we gonna go out tomorrow, or what?"

"Yeah," I nodded and then looked at Chris, "Right? You're gonna go out with us, aren't you?"

"I'm still..." He was still trying to figure out how I was cuddled up against him, with his arm around me, and Mark wasn't beating him up for it.

"We'll pick you up, like seven, alright?" Mark looked at him. "We have to have Steph home by midnight probably."

"Yeah, but I'll ask if I can stay out just a little bit later." I nodded.

"Ask your mom," Mark laughed.

"She'll say no." I rolled my eyes and pushed Chris' hand to my left breast, feeling him get a little tense.

"Like your dad's gonna say yes?" Mark looked at Chris. "She's got way cool parents."

"I don't think her dad liked me," Chris said and his fingers moved, just a little, stroking my tit through my t-shirt.

"He does too." I giggled at him.

"Her dad's cool, he's just gotta be a dad, you know." Mark knew all about that.

"Yeah," Chris nodded and he was relaxing a little.

"Me and Chris were making out in the barn." I wiggled my eyebrows at Mark.

"I figured that much out." Mark laughed at me and he was rubbing my thigh and I kicked off my shoes.

"We weren't really..." Chris started protesting.

"Yes we were, don't lie!" I turned my head and bit his chest gently through his shirt, a light flannel one with nothing underneath. "I'll bite you!"

"Steph's good at that." Mark put my left foot on his lap and his cock was hard, I could feel it under my bare toes.

"What? Biting?" Chris giggled.

"Heh ... Making out." Mark grinned.

"So's Chris!" I grinned, working my foot around on Mark's big dick, feeling it under his heavy jeans.

"Ummm..." Chris grinned at me, finally figuring out that maybe it was all okay somehow.

"Show him how good you kiss me," I breathed and I was sliding a hand up to his neck, pulling Chris down so he'd find my lips with his.

He resisted at first, glancing at Mark to see what he was gonna do, but finally after a few heartbeats Chris' mouth was on mine and his hesitant tongue slipped inside my mouth. It was sweet too, just like before, and I tickled it with mine, moving a little so I could sit up higher and really French him good.

"You guys are so hot like that," Mark was saying and I felt his big hands sliding up my thigh.

Mark squeezed my legs through the thin denim I wore, moving higher and higher until he was rubbing my pussy gently through my jeans. It was so good kissing Chris and feeling Mark's hands playing with me and rubbing my sex, and I knew he could feel how hot I was getting. Both of them could. My pussy felt like it was on fire and I moaned like a kitten into Chris' mouth, wriggling my ass a little and wishing Mark would hurry up and take my pants off for me.

Probably Mark figured we oughta go slow at first though, let Chris get used to us before we started doing everything. The boy might think we were a couple sex fiends or something, and that made me giggle right in the middle of our kiss. We were a couple sex fiends, mostly.

"That was a good kiss." I licked my lips and Chris was nodding.

I grinned at Mark "You kiss me now." And I crooked my finger at him so he'd get closer.

I just stayed where I was, against Chris' chest with his arm around me, squeezing my left boob nice now. Mark didn't mind, he leaned over and put his lips where the other boy's had been a few seconds before, and he kissed me like he meant it too. I was filled up with Mark's hot tongue and I just sucked it for him, sliding my lips down and up like it was a cock while Chris watched us.

"Jesus..." Chris sighed and I moved my right hand over a little, from his thigh to his crotch and he was hard as a rock, just like Mark. I squeezed the stiff outline of Chris' penis and I turned a bit, sliding down and getting my feet up on the dash sorta, so I could put my left hand on Mark's bulge, squeezing his big dick as well. It was nice, cause I was sucking Mark's tongue the whole time.

"Ummm..." I smiled after a minute.

"Yeah, fuck Stephy ... You're into it tonight, huh?" Mark was catching his breath and he looked at Chris. "Let her suck your tongue dude, it's pretty crazy."

"Okay." Chris giggled, that sweet sound melting me inside, and I turned my head for him again, laughing lightly and trying to be serious as I was suddenly a little self-conscious about it.

But I did it and Chris liked it just fine. He stuck out his long pink tongue for me, making it stiff and I kept my lips tight and my eyes open, watching him while I sucked his tongue slowly, moving my face closer and then back, playing my own tongue against the tip trapped between my soft lips. It was pretty intense, actually, and I did it for a long minute, maybe even two.

"You guys do it..." I nodded, breathing cool air into my lungs. "Give our new boyfriend a kiss, Mark."

"I don't uh..." Chris was nervous again, his body getting tense, but I rubbed his cock and he wasn't going soft.

"It's okay, Mark's your boyfriend too ... Go ahead..." I was whispering and it was seriously sweet when Chris swallowed hard, leaning forward, across me with his eyes closed and his lips open, just a little.

He was holding his breath too and even Mark looked just a little nervous, since he'd never kissed a boy before either. I sat back and watched them, their first kiss ever and it was a good one. Handsome Mark found cute Chris with his mouth and their lips touched, just barely for a second, and then harder, and after a few seconds Chris opened his lips and Mark's tongue slipped inside the other boy's mouth.

They kissed slowly, but deep and I could see the little muscles working, you know, by the back of their jaws and necks and whatever. It was a real kiss that went on for a minute at least. By the end of it Chris had his right hand on the back of Mark's head and his face was tilted, making soft wet noises and sweet little moans.

"Wow!" I realized I'd been holding my breath and I let it out. "Good kiss, huh?"

"Yeah ... Fuck yeah." Mark grinned, licking his lips and Chris blushed, even in that dim light, we could see it and he smiled shyly.

"You're our boyfriend, right?" I asked Chris and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend." He was looking at me, then at Mark, and then back. "But nobody's gonna know, right? I mean at school..."

"Of course they're gonna know!" I giggled. "Everybody's gonna see us together and stuff."

"I think he means about me and him." Mark grinned and Chris nodded at that.

"Oh, well, people will just think I have two boyfriends, probably." I shrugged. "But we'll know what's really going on anyway, so who cares what they think?"

"Yeah, ummm ... Okay." Chris was worried about being called a fag or a homo or any of those other dumb things ignorant people say.

"Don't worry about it, Chrissy." Mark reached over, stroking the boy's thigh. "Nobody's gonna give you a hard time, if they do I'll beat the hell out of them."

"Chrissy!" I giggled. "That's a pretty name for my pretty boyfriend."

"Uh..." Chris wasn't sure about it, but I was. He wasn't girly, nothing like that, Chrissy was all boy, but just a pretty one.

"We're not teasing you," I promised Chris, "It's just nice, everybody else calls you Chris, so it's nice to be different. Besides, Mark always calls me Stephy, so ... He's weird."

"Weird?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it's okay." He shrugged and looked at Mark. "But not around school, right?"

"Only if I whisper it in your ear." Mark laughed and Chris was blushing again.

"Shoot." I looked at the radio and it was already past nine thirty cause we'd gotten out of the house late and it was kind of a ways to the old bridge.

"We better get going," Mark agreed, since he was such a good boyfriend.

"Least I can make out on the way home now." I laughed, teasing Mark as he started up the truck.

"Hmmm ... One for the road then..." He pushed my legs off the dash and pulled me close, making me whoop and laugh cause it was quick, and then Mark kissed me hard and deep, squeezing my tits cause he wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted it.

"Chris too." I stuck out my tongue happily.

"Yeah." Mark reached for Chris. "Come here, Chrissy."

Mark held Chris just like he'd held me, rubbing his hand over Chris' chest while they Frenched and Chris was rubbing Mark's back, getting into it for real, and I felt my heart hammering with excitement. It was so cool seeing my two boyfriends make out like that.

"Kay..." I giggled. "You got fifteen minutes before I'm grounded."

"Shit." Mark frowned and he put the truck in gear as I let Chris take me in his arms. We were going to tongue fuck each other's mouths all the way home and all Mark could do was watch the road and sigh.

It was funny.

"We gotta hurry!" I giggled, cause it was already 7:42 in the morning and homeroom started at 8:05 and we weren't even at school yet.

"I know." Mark had his cock out, big and hard and ready for me, and I'd worn a long skirt, a dark blue one, and my panties were in my purse.

"Watch out for the pies too." I warned Mark.

"I know that too." He grinned. "Hurry up."

I'd planned for this cause we didn't get to have sex the night before, we'd been too busy talking with Chris, so we definitely had to have some before school started. Mark picked me up every morning and we did it, not everyday, but some days. A couple times a week anyway. Mark always had a lot of sperm and my pussy was always wet it seemed like, or if it wasn't Mark knew how to get her that way.

So I'd put my panties in my purse, kissed mom goodbye, and jumped in Mark's truck like always. And now, a mile from school, I was straddling Mark's big cock, holding up my soft cotton skirt with both hands while Mark aimed his swollen cockhead at my little hole. It was always little, but especially in the mornings it seemed like, so I knew I'd feel a little uncomfortable at first. I didn't mind though, that would go away soon enough, and Mark loved my tight little pussy wrapped around his dick.

"Ughhh ... God ... It's bigger today!" I complained and Mark chuckled, grabbing my hips as I let my skirt go. He was in me now and he wouldn't be coming out until he came.

Me too, I hoped.

"You're just ... Ohhhhh ... Tighter ... Fuck you're hot inside, Stephy!"

"Slower ... slow ... kay?"

"Slow? We got ten minutes!"

"Yeah ... Ten ... So ummm..." I bit my lip and I was going down gently.

"Ahhh ... yeah ... All the way down..."

"uh-huh ... uhhhh huh ... ughhhh ... Nice..." I was sitting on his thighs, with Mark's cock all the way inside me and he let me get used to it while we kissed.

My tits were aching like they were growing, sore and hot and I rubbed them against Mark's chest. He was tonguing my mouth slowly, playing with me and I could taste him like toothpaste. I rocked my hips a little, checking it out and I felt him like a cramp, sorta, but it was a good one and I moved a little more. Back and forth and finally up and down, just a few inches.

"Kay ... Okay..." I nodded. "Ready to fuck?"

"Oh yeah, Stephy ... I'm always ready..." Mark stared into my eyes and it was a love connection, we were hooked, and fucking him was beautiful for me.

I rode him hard too, cause I had to. The numbers on the dash were turning and I couldn't be late. I was a good girl. I was the best girl in school. I was young and pretty and I had the good grades, the good reputation. Everybody knew I was a virgin and innocent and oh god! I was rocking that cock deep. It was inside me, touching me everywhere and I clung to Mark tightly, licking and biting his ear, whimpering as he held me around the waist, jamming his big dick against my cervix over and over. He was gonna cum fast because we were fucking like maniacs.

I was a slut for Mark. A cunt for him to fuck and a mouth for him to kiss and tits for him to hold. I was his girlfriend and his whore. He could fuck my mouth or my ass or anything he wanted and I loved him. I was the good girl, the good little whore that nobody suspected. Fucking my boyfriend every chance I got. I was going to cum, thinking about that, laughing about it inside, happy that I was so perfect for everyone all the time. But most of all for Mark cause he loved me. He loved fucking me. He loved cumming inside me.

And I was cumming too.

His cock was all the way up there, splitting my tender walls, my cervix forced open to let him in because he was just an inch too big for my 16 year old cunt. He opened me up, making me cry in his big strong arms, and Mark shot his sperm inside my uterus deep. I felt like I was falling off the edge of the world. Falling into a lake of cotton candy, swimming in sugar and my whole body was alive with it.

" ... new record." Mark was panting.

"Wha ... What?" I gasped, shaking my head and feeling my pussy still trembling and stuffed full, and on fire for that cock nestled against my womb.

"Four minutes." Mark laughed breathlessly. "We should be in the Olympics or something."

"Heh ... Or something." I rolled my eyes and licked my lips and looked over my shoulder. "We got eight minutes."

"No sweat, baby." Mark grinned, feeling all high on good sex, and he helped me get off of him and I just collapsed on the seat, not even thinking about trying to clean myself up.

Mark shoved his cock in his pants, making a little face as he had to adjust it somewhat awkwardly, and I could see we'd made a little mess on his Levi's. His hand was wet too now, but we had no time for fooling around, not anymore. Mark started the truck and pulled off the gravel shoulder with a dirty grinding sound, and then a bit of squealing as the tires found purchase on the asphalt. It was a good truck and that engine was growling like it was hungry.

I smiled as I felt pretty euphoric myself, opening my purse for my panties. I was gonna be wet and messy sitting in my homeroom, which was a short twenty minutes long anyway. Just announcements and school admin stuff, usually, not a real class at all. But twenty minutes of feeling Mark's thick sperm trickling out of my womb, mixing with my girl goo, and staining my panties creamy white.

Yeah, just another normal day for Stephanie Avery, one of the good girls at B.I. High School. Life was pretty good.

"Hey, boyfriend." I leaned up against the lockers and smiled at Chris. We were just before our first class and I was seriously squishy between my legs. I wondered if he could smell it.

"Hi Steph." He smiled when he saw me and I was glad, because I'd worried a little if he'd change his mind overnight. Not about me so much, but about Mark maybe.

He looked like he was debating with himself on whether or not he should kiss me, since a lot of boyfriends and girlfriends did by their lockers, even though they weren't supposed to.

"No kissing." I giggled at him. "I'm a good girl."

"Well, yeah." He gave a little shrug.

"But maybe just once."

I'd caught Sandy coming towards us with a couple other girls and if there was one sure way to let the whole school know Chris was taken now, it was to let Sandy know. She was my best friend and all, but she loved to gossip. I figured she'd probably be a beautician when she graduated.

"I don't want to get you in trouble," Chris said.

But by then I was already standing close and I held my books in one hand and grabbed his head with the other, pulling his mouth to mine and I made sure we were kissing deep and hard as Sandy and her friends walked by. Chris did his part too, grabbing my hip and giving me a squeeze, even pulling me a bit closer while I worked my tongue over his. It was a good kiss and I wished we could do it longer, but even the one was probably too much, really. If a teacher saw me, I'd be in real trouble.

"Hi Stephanie," Sandy giggled. "Having fun?"

I just wiggled my fingers, not wanting to stop kissing Chris for all the marbles in Mexico right then.

"Did you see them? ... Wow ... God, what's up with that?" The girls were all talking as they kept moving down the hall and I stepped back, licking my lips and smiling happily.

"Uhhh ... Steph ... Ohhhh..." Chris nodded, grinning and making happy faces. He'd liked that kiss too.

"Now everybody's gonna know." I told Chris.

"Everybody?" He narrowed his eyes a little. "What's Mark gonna say if..."

"What? If someone says they saw his girlfriend making out with new guy?" I laughed. "He doesn't care what other kids think, and I only care what the teachers think. Long as I stay out of trouble I can do whatever I want."

"Ummm ... If you say so." But Chris didn't really understand yet.

He still thought like everyone else, meaning if you weren't like everyone else, then something was wrong with you. Mark and I just wanted to be ourselves and all we had to do to get away with it was be the perfect daughter and the responsible boyfriend. Chris would have to be responsible too, and then he'd understand. The other kids could take care of themselves.

"Oh! I need your help too." I was tugging at his hand.

"What? Steph ... I got class." Chris was trying to grab what he needed and I was trying to pull him away. Other kids were going by and almost all of them said hi, or at least smiled at me.

"Me too, so hurry up..." I laughed.

I let Chris get his books and then I led him to my locker, spinning the combo quickly.

"Give me your books and grab that bag up there, careful though. Don't tip it or anything."

"What's in it?" Chris asked, handling the brown paper bag like it was a bomb or something.

"Pies." I giggled. "Come on..." The bell rang. " ... Don't worry about that, we'll get a pass."

"Who are the pies for?"

"You'll see!" I smiled and I walked with him towards the school offices.

My time in high school wasn't being wasted, I learned a lot while I was there. If Sandy was going to make sure all the other girls stayed away from my new boyfriend, Mrs. Henderson was going to make sure all the teachers knew Chris was a good kid, hanging out with the rest of us good kids. It was totally brown-nose bribery, but it was effective, believe me. I liked to think of it as insurance.

"Hi Mrs. Henderson!" I smiled brightly, holding the door open for Chris, and there were other kids there, with other problems, but Mrs. Henderson would take care of me first.

"Stephanie, good morning. Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She was older, mostly round with curly brown hair and glasses. She looked like what she was, the school secretary and she really did run the place.

"Yes, ma'am, but I wanted to bring these by as soon as I could."

I gave her a hopeful smile, like I wouldn't be in too awfully much trouble for trying my very bestest to do the right thing. I even blushed a little, just for her.

"Well, what is it dear?" She was interested now.

"Chris is helping me." I smiled. "Chris Wheelock? Come here Chris, Mrs. Henderson won't bite!"

"Hello Chris, is everything working out okay? Are you getting settled in?" Mrs. Henderson asked him.

"Oh, uh ... Yes ma'am." Chris cleared his throat, still holding the pies.

"Put those right here, Chris." I patted the counter and looked at Mrs. Henderson. "Chris is really helping me out, he's so nice."

"He is a nice boy, isn't he?" Mrs. Henderson nodded happily. "Nice looking too." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I giggled and Chris blushed sweetly.

"Well, these are pies for you and the teachers." I stroked the paper bag gently. "And Mr. Jenkins too, cause I know he likes pie!" Mr. Jenkins was the school janitor and I mentioned him just because most people would have forgotten him. Mrs. henderson would remember that.

"Pies? Oh..." Mrs. Henderson loved pie more than anyone and she clucked her tongue. "Stephanie, you shouldn't have."

"Well, just thank Chris, cause I couldn't have carried them all the way down here by myself."

"Thank you Chris, and Stephanie..." she sighed. "You're such a good girl. I'm glad to see you're making the right friends, Chris."

"Uh, yes ma'am." Chris was a little confused probably, but that was okay.

"Oh, but we do need hall passes now." I just remembered and Mrs. Henderson was already on it, filling out the little slips of yellow paper. One for me and one for Chris.

"Here you go and thanks so much you two." She gave us a little wave and we smiled back at her as Chris and I left the office.

"You have a friend for life now." I giggled at Chris.

"Mrs. Henderson?" He glanced over his shoulder.

"Uh-huh." I nodded, giving Chris back his books. "You gonna watch me practice today?"

"Cheerleader practice?"

"Yeah."

"Uh ... I don't know, I guess..."

"Awww..." I touched my head to his shoulder. "You gotta watch, come on, I'm your girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"So, you gotta watch. It's like a boyfriend rule." I laughed.

"There's rules?" Chris made a face.

"Just little ones." I sighed. "Please?"

"Yeah, I'll watch." He nodded. "I never had a cheerleader for a girlfriend before."

"Now you do." I gave him my very best smile, the one I practiced for pageants, it was a knee buckler and Chris blinked and held his breath and then nodded slowly.

"Yeah," he said, mostly to himself, but I knew what he was trying to say.

"I love you," I mouthed silently to Chris, arching my eyebrows and opening the door to my social studies class.

That was probably a knee buckler too and I smiled to myself as I entered the classroom.

Cheerleader practice was at the near end of the football field. The football team practiced at the far end, except once in awhile they'd want to use the whole thing sometimes. We practiced our half-time dancing in the gym on those days. There were always a few people watching us, mostly the geek guys, some of the stoners too, who were just sitting on the bleachers and killing time. All the other cheerleaders had boyfriends too, but like Mark, those guys were all on the football team.

But now I had Chris and he was sitting there, a little self-consciously I think because everyone would look at him and wonder what he was doing. The geeks and stoners all sat in little groups of friends. Chris was all alone and he felt like it, which kind of made me sad. But those kids didn't know he was my boyfriend yet either, so the first break we took after stretching I went to talk to him.