Title: Bad Luck Isn't Contagious
Rating: This chapter is probably only PG, due to some language and slight sexual content. It may be raised to PG-13 in future chapters.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them (unfortunately for me). They all belong to hardworking people involved with the movie 'Bring it On.'
Feedback: Yes please, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this so far.
Summary: This will be a Torrance/Missy story eventually…Just give it some time, and the other characters of the movie will be in here too, of course.
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who sends feedback; I really appreciate it. Also, in this chapter, I admit it…I'm not an expert at exercises, so I did the best I could with them.
Missy blinked sleepily even as she sat in the car with blonde morning person. Torrance was already wide awake, and Missy was trying to figure out how to deal with it, but before the thought crossed her mind twice, Torrance was talking. "We're here, sleepyhead!" Missy had become more awake on the way to school, thankfully, because the rest of the squad was already standing around on the grass looking bored and grouchy themselves, well, except for Les.
"Off to do captain stuff?" Missy posed the question, and Torrance nodded with a smirk. "Hey Les," Missy murmured as she wandered over towards one of the other members of the squad she actually knew and got along with. "How are you on this fine morning?"
"You're not a morning person either are you?" Les squinted up at her from his seat on the ground.
"That'd be a no," Missy continued as she plopped herself on the ground next to Les. Eventually, Torrance stopped talking to Courtney and Whitney about the fact that Missy was on the squad no matter what now, not Whitney's little sister who didn't seem to care one way or the other. She simply looked bored, and like she should go home and sleep. So, Whitney left in a huff to do that, and Torrance started the stretchesIt was all individual stretches at first, and then Torrance announced that the next few stretches would require a partner.Missy glanced over at Les who shrugged.
"Sure, usually I'm with Whitney, but she's not back yet." But, it seemed as if those words brought her back, without her sister this time. "Sorry Missy," Les muttered rolling his eyes as Whitney stormed back towards practice.
"Uh-uh. He's my stretching partner." Whitney glared at Missy who laughed.
"Whatever works for Miss Princess. Whitney, tell me, is it that you have to be his partner because the person you really like is over there stretching with someone that's not you?" Whitney glanced in the direction that Missy was pointing. Courtney was stretching with Jan.
"Are you saying I like Jan? Puh-lease." Whitney rolled her eyes dramatically at the idea.
"I didn't mean Jan." Whitney glanced to her right again. Courtney was still stretching with Jan.
"You meant…" Whitney trailed off, and her eyes flashed in anger. How dare the new girl accuse her of liking her best friend like that! She was saying that she was into girls. She folded her arms across her chest protectively, and Les tried not to laugh as something resembling a growl came from the girl's throat.
"I'm calling you a lesbian," Missy was happy to clarify because Whitney had never finished asking her question.
"I know what you were calling me!" Whitney didn't deny the charges, which made Missy quirk an eyebrow questioningly.
"What are you guys doing?" Torrance wandered over to their group. They were the only four not stretching. The head cheerleader always got the person that didn't have a stretching partner, and Torrance was wondering which one of the three it was. Whitney was still glaring at Missy, and Missy was smirking as she realized some new information about Whitney and Courtney. Les just seemed to find something entertaining. "Okay, Missy, come with me."
Missy was ready to complain. "Hey, I didn't even do anything!" She stated this as Les and Whitney started into the stretches, and the two girls were a safe distance away from the other stretching pairs. "Where are we going?" The brunette glanced around, and she realized that they were the only ones not stretching. Something clicked in her mind.
"We're stretching," Torrance chuckled as a look of surprise flashed on the brunette's face before she quickly tried to hide it. The brunette cleared her throat and nodded. She knew that's what they were going to do. Really. Torrance didn't believe her, but started into the stretch anyway.
"What are we supposed to do?" The blonde started to open her mouth, but she was interrupted. "Don't say that we're supposed to stretch."
"Okay, you're going to help me stretch my legs." Missy was used to stretching. She did it when she was in gymnastics, but she wasn't used to doing them with someone that she was attracted to. She shrugged like it was no big deal, and watched as Torrance began to lie down on her back. "You have to get on the ground too." Missy looked at the other pairs to see what kinds of stretching they were doing.
One of them would lie on the ground lift her leg into the air, and the other would let the leg lie on his/her shoulder as he/she gently would stretch the hamstring, and pressing closer towards the torso of the one lying on the ground. It looked like some kind of clothed exercise porno if Missy let herself think about it too much, but she didn't. "Right," she mumbled as the blonde shifted her leg onto her shoulder. A moment later, Missy was gently pressing herself forward and she begged her mind to stay on track.
Missy had to bite her lip to keep herself from rushing forward and kissing the blonde. She tried to blame the position they were in, and she tried to keep a steady state of mind. She should really say something witty. Anything. Torrance closed her eyes as the kinks in her hamstrings began to relax. "Harder," she said gently. The pressure of the brunette increased slightly, and the brunette was rather close to Torrance's body now. Neither one of the girls expected it when after one particular movement forward, the closeness and the pressure of the two bodies made Torrance moan. They were far enough away that the other pairs didn't hear the noise, but the brunette immediately picked up on it. She paused for a moment before pressing forward again; she couldn't have heard what she had thought. Then, after another two motions, the moan was heard again. This time it was slightly louder. It was loud enough that Missy knew it wasn't a moan of pain, but it had to be sexual.
She started to open her mouth, but the blonde opened her eyes and began talking. "Okay, enough with the stretching. We're moving onto our new routine." Missy couldn't do anything but help the blonde stand up. "Yes, new routine everyone." Whitney and Courtney immediately began to belittle the idea, and so Missy took the chance to go talk to Les.
"So," she began quietly, not wanting to interrupt Torrance. "the question of the day…" She planned to ask Les if he knew of Torrance maybe being bisexual, but he had his own question.
"Is what the hell you're going to do about your partner's little moaning problem during exercises?" Missy smirked for a moment, realizing that she had made Torrance do that, then an unsettling thought came over her; maybe the second moan wasn't as quiet as Missy thought. Shit.