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Flashback time.
That time I crushed on Tanya...
This girl's smokin'.
Long blond hair in a straight, swishy ponytail. Tits out to there.
Tanya Denali.
Varsity cheerleading captain. In her fucking little cheerleading uniform.
She's a junior, but she keeps looking at me.
Me. A Sophomore.
I might be a little smug.
By the of the first semester, she's going down on me.
She's done this before. It's so good I think I may pass out.
At school, we parade around as the hottest couple on campus.
Bella's not amused.
"I don't like her," she says one day at lunch. Tanya's at a state competition, so she's not here.
"What do you not like about her? She hasn't done anything to you, she barely even says hello to you."
"That's the problem." She takes a bite of her pizza, eyes down.
"I'm with Bella. Tanya's been around, brother dear. Something tells me you're another notch."
Fucking Rose.
"Yeah, well let me be the judge of that. We're doing just fine. She's very talented..." I wiggle my eyebrows at Em. He snorts and slaps me on the back. Ow.
"Fuck, E. You tappin' that already, huh? It's been like two weeks."
We exchange fist bumps while my sister levels Em with her death glare. He immediately cowers. Pussy.
Just then, the loud screech of the metal chair against the floor makes my head snap to its source.
"I'll see you later Rose," Bella mumbles without a second glance or goodbye to me.
"What the fuck was that?" I star at my best friend's retreating form wondering what the hell's wrong with her.
This time, Rose's death glare's on me.
"You're a fucking idiot."
A/N: He is.
More later.