I arrived home, happy that at least my problem with finding an extracurricular activity was solved. I wasn't exactly with the fact that I would have to become a cheerbitch in short skirts with pompoms and all that stuff. Though, I have to say that there's something about Spencer that intrigues me. There was something that made me want to be around her. Maybe it was her never-ending pep that all cheerbitches seem to have. Maybe it was her stunning blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to like stripping in front of me.
When I walked through the door, I saw Kyla. I was a little upset that she interrupted my time with Spencer.
"Why exactly couldn't you have ordered something for delivery?" I asked in frustration.
"Because you know how hard it is for me to find places that deliver the kind of food that I like." Kyla remarked. Here's the thing. Kyla is a vegetarian. I don't understand why she wouldn't eat meat. It's just really strange to me because I have always found meat to be extremely delicious. Well I wouldn't eat lobster or rabbit but there's nothing wrong with eating something like cow or chicken.
"Maybe you should stop being vegetarian then." I muttered as I grabbed my keys for us to head out again. "This place that you want to go to better serve meat. I am not eating at another one of your veggie places."
So she decided to take us to one of these organic food places. They did have meat but it was expensive as hell. I never understood why this "healthy" good cost more than regular food. I also need to check to see if we have any frozen pizzas at home. She decided to speak up while we were waiting for our organic food.
"So how did the dance team tryouts go?" She asked.
"The girl doing it was such a bitch." I answered. "She wouldn't even let me dance because I was having trouble with my music."
"So what were you doing all day then?" She questioned.
"I was shopping." I responded.
"You were shopping for two and half hours?" Kyla asked in disbelief. I usually wasn't one to spend hours shopping if you haven't guessed. I usually went and found some stuff that I wanted and went on my way. Kyla complained about it several times.
"I was with this girl Spencer who happens to be the head cheerbitch." I explained. "Though, she was surprisingly a lot of fun to be around. That leads me to tell the second thing that happened to me today.
"What?" Kyla asked curiously.
"It turned out that Spencer liked me so much that she decided to make me a cheerleader." I told her as our food arrived. "I don't even have to tryout or anything."
"Hmm I heard that she was recruiting." Kyla commented. "I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't looking forward to tryouts tomorrow. There are always those girls that think they can be cheerleaders that totally suck. We have that all the time with plays. People who can't act their way out of a paper bag show up wanting a part."
"Must be painful to watch." I remarked as my phone started to ring. I had turned it off vibrate. The number I didn't recognize. I answered it anyway though.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Ashley?" The phone asked.
"Spencer?" I reciprocated. "How did you get my number?"
"I have my ways." She answered. "So I forgot to tell you that I need to give you your cheerleading uniform. I need you to come over to my house. I'll send you my address."
"Why do you have it at your house?" I questioned.
"I keep it here so no one can break into the athletic department and steal. You have no idea how much it costs to make a cheerleading uniform." She explained.
I didn't know how they cost. I wouldn't think that much actually. I'm sure that I could probably afford them.
"I'm actually eating dinner right now." I replied as I looked over to Kyla, who was definitely eavesdropping on my call.
"Well you can come over after." She responded.
"I will. See you soon." I said as I hung up.
"What was that about? Got a hot date?" Kyla teased. "I don't wanna be the third wheel."
"I just need to go to Spencer's house to pick up something." I told her as I received a text with Spencer's address. I noticed a waitress walking by. "Check please"
The girl nodded and walked over to me. She put a piece of paper on the table.
"You know I accept more than just money as tips." The girl said. I could see her name was April because she had jutted her chest out toward me.
"Sorry, April you're gonna have to accept money." I responded as I handed some to her. "I have somewhere I need to be and I don't think my sister is interested."
Yes I'm gay. I don't know how this girl knew that but…it doesn't really matter. I probably wouldn't have fucked her anyway.
"How do you know I'm not interested?" Kyla asked.
"Are you?" I asked.
"No." She responded.
"That's how." I replied as I took her out to the car, dragging her by the hand.
"Ow." She said, holding her wrist. "So where are we going?"
I put the address in the GPS. "There" I told her. I followed the directions that my car told me to a house in the suburbs. I wasn't exactly one to the suburbs very often. I parked the car outside of the house, not sure about the driveway. I knocked on the door and it was answered by a black guy. At first I thought that I had the wrong house but then I remembered that this guy was in the photo that Spencer had showed me at the mall.
"Can I help you?" He asked. I didn't remember his name.
"Yes I'm looking for Spencer." I replied.
"Come in." He instructed as I walked inside. The house was pretty nice. It was definitely clean. The craftsmanship was nice. Wait…the craftsmanship was nice? What the hell am I noticing things like that for? I'm not a fucking carpenter I shouldn't care about those things.
"Ashley?" Spencer said, snapping me out of my daze. I didn't even hear her walk over. "What are you doing?"
"I was just admiring the fine craftsmanship of your house." I remarked. She looked at me like I was high. For the record I do not use drugs unless you consider alcohol a drug, which I don't. I probably drink just as much as the average teenager. "I mean I was waiting for you."
"I was just in the kitchen having some cookies." Spencer replied. "Would you like some?"
"Yeah." I responded. I could suddenly smell the cookies from the kitchen and they smelled so good. I then remembered a problem. "I can't. My sister is in the car."
"Well bring her in and tell her that she can have some too." Spencer suggested. I don't think she was going to let me be denied of those delicious smelling cookies.
I sighed and went to the car to retrieve Kyla. She rushed in as soon as she heard the word cookies.
"Spencer, this is my sister, Kyla." I introduced.
"Hi so can I have some cookies?" Kyla said hyperly.
"I thought you only ate healthy food." I reminded her.
"Cookies are healthy." She said as she went to the kitchen and began to eat. It was kind of sad and funny that a health nut like Kyla could give into the temptation of something sweet so easily.
"Your sister is kind of strange." Spencer commented as she managed to grab some cookies away from Kyla.
"Yeah I know. She is a theatre geek after all." I responded as I munched into the chocolaty goodness.
"So I see you met my brother Clay." She said.
"We didn't really have much of a conversation." I pointed out. "It took me a minute to remember that he was your brother. I thought I had the wrong house at first."
"Well how about we head up to my room so you can try on your uniform." Spencer suggested as Kyla began to watch TV with Clay. Actually Clay seemed to be studying while trying to figure out what to make of her. It took me a while to figure her out as well.
Spencer took me upstairs to her room. It was kind of exactly how I expected her room to be but at the same not. She had a walk-in closet like I expected but I didn't expect there to be beads in the doorway. She had posters on her wall but the only one with a person on it had Lindsey Vonn in a bikini…in the snow. Now that's just illogical.
"Didn't know you were such a big Lindsey Vonn fan." I commented. "Should I be worried?"
"That's actually Glen's." Spencer responded. "He didn't want to take it with him to college and was going to throw it out so I decided to put it up on my wall. She really does have a great body under all of that snowboarding gear. You need to take off your clothes."
"Aren't you gonna at least buy me dinner first?" I joked as I started to strip.
"You wouldn't let me buy you dinner." She pointed out as she grabbed a cheerleading uniform and gave it to me. "I did buy you a smoothie though and gave you cookies. So how does it fit?"
I was kind of happy that school had decided to change its color scheme. They were currently blue and gold but previously they were green. I did not look good in green. Spencer's room had a full length mirror in it like most girls do and I have to admit that I looked hot. Of course this is nothing new because I always look hot. I put my hand on my hip as I noticed that I was standing something. It was a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue.
"Is this your brother's too?" I asked.
"No that's mine." She answered. "I bought it mostly for the fashion. I mean have you seen what those girls are wearing?"
"Yeah I have." I responded. I actually owned the issue myself but not for the reasons that Spencer claimed. I was definitely ogling the girls in there and I wasn't ashamed of it. I was perfectly content with being gay. I wouldn't consider myself openly gay because I always felt like people who are openly gay are trying to rub it in your face that they're gay. "So I'm pretty sure that this fits."
"Let me see." She said as she stood behind me. "I'm about to pat you down. I'm not groping you."
Even though she said she wasn't, I wasn't completely convinced. The way she was touching me did seem a bit sensual but I didn't say anything.
"Yeah you're like the perfect size for these." Spencer remarked when she was done. At this point, I probably wouldn't mind her touching me more. I had to admit it but it did feel good when she groped me in the dressing room. "So you need to wear this to school tomorrow and be at tryouts. I still have a few spots that I haven't been able to fill."
"So did you have intent to recruit me earlier?" I asked.
"Well anyone who can dance like I saw you dancing would definitely make a good cheerleader." She complimented as I blushed. She really thought I was that good. "I guess it's my gain that Sherry was too much of a bitch to see that you are a great dancer. Where exactly did you learn to dance like that anyway?"
"I watched one of the Step Up movies." I told her.
"That's it?" She asked in disbelief.
"Well my mom was a backup dancer for my dad. That's how they met." I explained. "I must have inherited something from her."
"You lucky bitch." She teased. "So that's all I really need from you."
"Okay so I'll go take Kyla home and see you tomorrow at school." I replied.
"Sounds good but change out of that first." She told me as I changed back into my regular clothes. I was starting to become not a big fan of the long pants. They did not show enough of my legs and they were too loose to show my butt.
I went downstairs and grabbed Kyla and dragged her out to the car.
"So did you and Clay while I was with Spencer?" I asked.
"Yeah." Kyla replied. "He's an interesting person."
"So you think you'll be going out with him anytime in the future?" I asked.
"He has a girlfriend." Kyla told me. "What about you and Spencer?"
"I don't know about Spencer. She's kind of hard to read. There are some things about her that make me think she's gay and other things that don't." I explicated. "So I got my cheerbitch uniform."
"I think you would look pretty good in it." Kyla remarked.
"Duh I look good in anything." I responded.
The next morning I woke up and showered before getting dressed in my cheerbitch outfit. I made sure that Kyla was up because I had told her on multiple occasions that if she wasn't I was going to leave her. I wasn't sure if I would now but it still made be ready on time. I knew that when we got to school, people would most likely stare at me.
So that is chapter 3. There's more development of Kyla's character and definite clarification that Ashley is gay. Spencer is still unknown. Please don't forget to review.