Disclaimers - Funny last time I checked my pockets were empty so I assume I don't Rocket Power Klasky Csupo does.
Warnings - Some cursing, maybe some sexual innuendos, not sure yet.
Kudos –
Twister-power – You're right, we need more Lars/Reggie fics.
LadySilverDragon
Twister-power
Cemore Butts – the thing is Reggie is only friends with these cheerleaders 'cause I figure that they aren't normal stuck up cheerleaders. Cheerleading is a sport, those flips and moves count for something, so in an AU Reggie could be their friend.
Mistress Fire
Lady Ice
Memai
Kaitlin – So blunt and true!
Terry Bogard – You always ask that.
Lovely moonlight maiden
Silent Whisper
Wild-Melody – Are you going to finish your fic anytime soon?
I would just like to apologize to everyone who read my fic and asked me to continue, gomen about waiting so long. School has kept me really busy and since summer vacation is here I have more time to write and such. Anyway, read and review, Saa on with the fic.
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"I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
And I want to make him
Take back all that he took from you
Yes I do . . ." Nickelback - Just For
"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else."
Judy Garland
He was kissing her and she wanted him to get off. Or rather he was shoving his tongue down her throat. He hadn't even asked permission, he had just pushed his lips to hers and started probing with his tongue, looking for admittance. At first she had been tempted to bite down, but she had slowly been able to calm down so as not to act on the thought.
She frowned with her lips, as he continued his assault. This was Corey and her second date; she supposed kissing was to be expected. How did people act on date's? She didn't really know after all this was only her second one, what did she know?
She struggled against him as he came up for air; she doubted he even noticed her lack of participation.
"Corey, my curfew's coming up maybe we should go?" she suggested. She wanted out and quick. She had expected sparks and her leg to pop up during her first kiss, or at least some stirring of passion to flare. None of that had happened; the only thing that had occurred was her slightly swollen lip.
"Baby, your dad likes me, he won't mind," Corey said as he bent his head for more lip. Reggie sighed again and opened her lips as was expected.
This was completely ridiculous, and yet she was trying to placate herself to accept this. 'How many girls would kill to be in her position she thought? How many would kill her to be in this position,' she thought. She should be grateful that Corey had even considered her as dating material. And yet these thoughts didn't help. Since when did Reggie Rocket have to make her self-measure up to someone else's expectations?
When Corey's hand started to slip under her spaghetti strap shirt, she forcefully pulled away. He wasn't touching there, no matter who he was.
"I wanna go," Reggie said in a whiny voice, "I'm hungry, I only had a salad for dinner and a little of the popcorn at the movie."
Corey turned and gave a small glare before turning on his car. "Alright, baby," he said with false happiness. 'Why was she so uptight?' he thought.
"I'm gonna take you home, not to a restaurant though. You gotta watch you weight, I don't date fat girls," he told her cockily as he sped down the street.
Reggie suppressed a groan at his words. She was really getting tired of being called baby, and what the hell was wrong with fat girls? Stephanie was a little chubby and Sam still loved her. There was so much wrong with this boy and yet Reggie held her tongue. She had prayed for him right? She still wanted to attention and respect she had been wishing for that came so easily now that she was different, right?
Or was respect having guys ogle your goodies when you moved. Reggie moved a little in her seat and pulled down her purple skort*. Well at least she pulled it a little past her thighs, cause that was as far as it would go.
Corey pulled up to her house, and turned to look at her. "Babe are you upset? I hope not, 'cause I had fun tonight."
Reggie forced a smile, "No I'm fine, just a little tired. Cheerleading practice has me worn out, especially with all the homework I've been doing." Reggie moved to get out of the car, and Corey followed. 'What did he want,' she thought.
"Reggie, I just wanna say over the past two weeks, I've been thinking about us, and I've decided I wanna go steady, and I want you to be my girl," Corey said as he leaned against his car and looked at her.
Reggie looked at him and tried to control her thoughts. This was what she REALLY wanted right? "Yes, I would love to go steady with you," she lied, slightly. He came up her steps kissed her quickly on the lips and walked back down to his car and sped away. Reggie opened her house door and went inside leaning against the door with eyes closed.
Had it really been two weeks since she had changed? It seemed much longer than that, much longer than two weeks. Two weeks since she had started this ridiculous diet she didn't need that was causing her to starve. Two weeks since she had started wearing these clothes that hardly covered anything and made men stare. Two weeks since she had started arguing with her closest friends.
"Hard night with the asshole, Reggie?" Twister asked from his spot on her couch. Reggie opened her eyes and noticed for the first time, her brothers were sitting in her living room staring at her. She blushed and frowned at his comment.
"No Maurice, I was just thinking about school," she choose to ignore his comment about Corey, she didn't feel like facing certain realities right now. "What are you guys up to?" She asked walking into the living room and sitting down on a couch.
"Nothing, just looking over our strategies and wondering why we lost the last game, when we've been undefeated all year," Sam said trying to placate things. He missed Reggie and was happy that they weren't arguing for once.
"Well did you find out why?" Reggie asked.
"Yeah we found out why," Otto said a little mean. "Maybe it's because we don't have a certain someone on the team anymore who can skate fast as hell and maneuver just as quickly. Maybe 'cause that certain someone is too busy wearing girly clothes to think about hockey anymore," he said looking straight at Reggie to let her know who that someone was.
Reggie bristled defensively; she didn't feel like this right now. "Look Otto I don't know what your prob is but can we squash it, I don't feel like this right now," Reggie turned to look at Sam. "Sammy do you know why ya'll been losing?"
Before Sam could answer Twister cut in. "You mean you can't think about it right now, 'cause that tight ass shirt you're wearing is blocking the blood to your brain!"
"Your girlfriends picked out these clothes for me. Your girlfriends wear the same clothes I do. Your girlfriends are not on the hockey team either, and yet I don't hear you guys ragging on them. Why is that? Would one of you assholes tell me that," Reggie yelled as she stood up quickly.
"Reggie I didn't-" Sam tried to cut in to defend himself.
"You're not like them Reggie you've never been so you're handling this change worse than them. Your attitude has changed and you're not the same, and you're acting like a bitch 'cause of some guy. Trish, Stephanie, and Melinda don't act like you do, they can get down and dirty like any guy when they want to cheerleaders or not," Otto yelled back.
"You don't wanna hang with us anymore, and you don't even speak to us in school. You're always with that ass Corey and he's got a weird hold on you. I talked to Lars and he told me what kind of guy Corey was, and he's right about how you shouldn't be dating him!" Twister finished for Otto.
"Say anything to you," Sam finished softly.
"What's going on down here?" Raymundo yelled, coming down the stairs after hearing al the arguing.
No one answered and Reggie looked into each of the boys eyes, before closing her own and turning to Raymundo to answer. "Nothing is going on, except that some little boys were acting like they knew something about adult lives," Reggie said angrily as she walked up the steps, and into her room, slamming the door.
Otto looked to his dad trying to think of something to say. "Do you see what she had on Dad, something's going on with her and we were just trying find out what it was," Otto told him.
"I just wanted to talk to her without arguing for once," Sam said as he walked out the door.
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Reggie swung her hair as she waved to people walking down the hall. She knew guys were looking and was both embarrassed and delighted at the same time. She had to get to the field for cheerleading practice, and her outfit was one that couldn't really be described as work out clothes. Thigh length jean shorts, a small white T that showed her stomach at the slightest move, and white high top air Nikes adorned her feet.
Going outside to walk across the lawn to get to the field she noticed someone standing against a tree. She squinted her eyes and when she saw whom it was she ran to the tree.
"Hey Lars, what's up?" She asked hugging him, and feeling a shockingly surprising tingle as she did so.
"Hey Reggie, I haven't talked to you in a while and was waiting for you to come out. Usually you call me, and you haven't done so in three weeks. I had to see for myself if you were really a cheerleader like Twister said," he informed looking down at her. He noticed her body in her clothes and he looked away trying to focus on something else.
Reggie noticed that Lars kept his hand around her waist but she didn't pull away. If didn't feel bad, in fact it felt better or more natural than when Corey did it. "Well I didn't want to, but it's football season, and I get to see Corey a lot more than if I had to wait until he didn't have practice. Now we both practice at the same time. You know we go out now, right?" Reggie said.
Lars dropped his arm from her waist and took a step back. Reggie frowned at the movement and found she missed his presence. "I'm happy for you, look I gotta go."
"Lars wait," Reggie ran to catch up with him. "Look I'm going to a club on Friday would you like to come? We could double date?"
"No that's-" he started.
"PLEASE Lars? It would really mean a lot to me, and I would like it if you got know Corey better and maybe you guys could become friends," Reggie said as she pouted. Lars melted at the pout, though he knew he would never be a friend with Corey.
"Sure Reg, I'll see you Friday," he agreed reluctantly.
"We'll be by your dorm to pick you up at 8. Later Lars," Reggie called as she ran back to the field.
Lars watched her hair fly behind her and her ass as she ran. This was too much, and now he couldn't talk to her 'cause she had an asshole boyfriend. Why was life so cruel?
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"You're late Reg," Melinda said without looking up from the push-ups she was doing.
"Don't stress, I was talking to someone, and got sidetracked," Reggie said as she sat into a position to do crunches.
Melinda didn't like the nonchalant way Reggie answered her and frowned. Cheerleading was serious; they had to be in good shape to do those gymnastic flips and stands. Reggie needed to come early and this was her third time being late, and she had already missed 2 practices.
"Reggie, I don't think you should perform at the game coming on Thursday, you're not taking this seriously enough," Melinda informed. She didn't want to do this to her friend but Reggie was changing.
Reggie stopped mid crunch and turned to look at Melinda. "What the hell are you talking about? What are you acting stupid for, I said sorry about being late," she snapped.
"Don't go aggro on Mel, Reg, she does have a point," Trish said from her crunching spot.
"Look Mel, she did say sorry, so maybe she won't do it again," Stephanie said from where she was lifting barbells. "Besides she's one of our best friends, and since Alice broke her ankle, we need her."
"Yeah, maybe I won't do it again," Reg, said harshly. Stephanie began to regret speaking up for her when she noticed that Reggie had an attitude about the situation.
"Whatever," Melinda said going into her pushups double-time. The rest of the team looked on in silence then started back on their various exercises.
"Sorry Mel, I didn't mean what I said," Reggie said a little while later, when they were resting.
"Reg are you okay?" Trish asked smiling warily at her friend. Something was up and she didn't know what it was, neither did Melinda or Steph.
"Nothing, it's just this whole relationship thing has got me-" At that point Corey called Reg from across the field and beckoned for her to join him. She got up after excusing herself, and ran to her bf not noticing the smug look he had on his face as she was hugging him when she reached him. He looked at his friends as if saying "Lookie what I got" and they laughed.
Trish, Melinda, and Steph frowned but said nothing. What the hell was going on?
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"You wanna order something?" Lars yelled at his date trying to get her to hear him over the noise in the club.
"Yeah," and she told him what she wanted.
Lars looked up and smiled at Reggie who was looking at him. She looked gorgeous and she probably didn't even realize the heads that were turning in their seats to look at her. A strap less, loose but form fitting, midnight blue, mid thigh length, tube dress adorned her body. She had her hair in a high ponytail with tendrils falling everywhere, and midnight blue, stiletto heel sandals on that laced up her legs. He had wanted to dump his date when he had seen Reggie get out of the car to go into the club.
Reggie was having fun because Lars was here. Corey was nibbling on her ear and neck but she was ignoring him for the moment. Why did he insist in PDA's? She didn't want a lot of people looking at her while she kissed him especially Lars for some reason. Why wouldn't he stop? She turned her head to look at Corey and kissed him quickly on the mouth, hoping to satisfy him for a while. He stopped and grinned at her before calling for a waitress to order food.
Lars frowned, what a sh_tty move. Carey was a bastard, and he frowned to see Reggie trying to please him. "Wanna dance?" he asked her as he stood up?
Reggie looked at him and let her eyes trail over his body for the hundredth time this evening. A black, button down shirt, adorned his chest, with several buttons undone so that you could see his developed chest. His dark blue ENYCE jeans were baggy without being sloppy looking and his black Iverson's completed the outfit. He looked good, and Reggie wondered why she never noticed this before.
"Sure," Reggie was happy that she could dance. Two weeks ago she hadn't been able to, but her friends had taught her and she had caught on pretty quick.
Lars grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor, he had been waiting to dance with her forever. And now he could, and hopefully in the process he made her forget about Corey. He didn't like seeing her kiss, him it should have been him with his lips on her. He had wanted to be her first kiss, and he wanted to kill Corey for stealing that from him.
Reggie moved to the reggae that was on, and rubbed her self against Lars. This was dancing! She never felt this good dancing with Corey, so why did she feel like this with Lars. His body moved with hers in unspeakable smooth coordination, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss Lars.
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* A skort is shorts that have the little skirt part that wraps around the shorts partway.
Okay I'm done, my eyes hurt from staring at the screen so long. Anyway please review, Ja.
