This is Cheerboy
Title: Cheerboy
Author: Meh Bitchezz. x_tired_craxy_x
Summary: Pretty simple. Benji and Joel are cheerleader about to battle for the title of some competition. Bring it ON Bitches!
Notes: No, the boys aren't related. If you want a story where they are I suggest looking into my archive.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I made this shit up. Don't worry about it dudes.
"Benji, what did I tell you about moping. Smiles. Just smile! You're a cheerleader."
I turn around heaving a sigh finding myself face to face with the lovely Jessica herself. She's a super bitch, super whore, and well... my team's captain. Raising a brow, she cocks her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest over dramatically. She’s wearing her red shorts that say “Peach Tree” across her ass with a plain red shirt and a couple of necklaces at an attempt to keep it casual.
"Benji, come on," she pleads grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back in the direction of sign-ups. Her long, light brown hair is up in a typical cheerleader's ponytail, her bangs slicked back, about an inch higher than her head. You know the style. She is cute though and when she pouts; I can't help but smile. "See, that wasn't so hard." She bumps into my side. "Next we just need to work on you color coordinating your hair because honey, we're red," Jess gets a step in front of me and stops me in my tracks. "And pink," she grabs the pink patch in my hair, "Does not match."
"Jess!" I grab her wrist pulling her hand out of my hair.
"Come on Benji, please," she pouts again, lip gloss covered lips making me roll my eyes.
"I'll think about," I say, secretly knowing that I won't.
"Really, you'll do that for me?" she perks up and moves in to kiss my cheek. They all do that.
"Sure."
"I'll get you signed in and stuff, later babes," Jessica winks because Courtney and Gina are yelling for her help and she groans before pulling on her plastic smile and spastically going to solve all their problems. I'm more than likely the only person on this team that knows Jessica's not a total ditz. Still, if she really thinks I'm changing my hair...
Yeah, there's absolutely no way in hell I'm dying my pink patch any other color but pink. Hence the reason it's called my 'pink patch.' If I wanted a red patch in my hair- well I wouldn't be Benji now would I.
The sun is beating down on me and I'm regretting wearing jeans, Then again, I'm not gay enough to- oh my god.
Okay, okay Benji. It's alright. Calm down. Breathe in. Yes, now breathe out. I stop walking and just stare. I'm fucking gawking at this, I don't even know what to call him. Cheer God in light blue faded jeans and by the look of it an ECC's T-shirt. I look down at my black beater then back up to him. ECC's. Which one is that, which one is that. Wait, I know. East Coast Conference? Right? Maybe.
This guy has black hair in one of those little faux hawk things that are all the rage. He's talking avidly to a chipper short girl, but with all the hand motions he's making I don't even have to wonder if he's straight. His whole demeanor screams gay. Now for the record, I am gay, well. Maybe I'm bi. I'll hook up with girls and yeah whatever, I can get off on them. But I prefer manly hardware, more fun, more things to do and maybe I have a thing. This thing where I pretty much love to suck cock. So as soon as I see my Cheer God, my mind immediately begins to go over ways to get him alone with me, getting his throbbing dick down my throat, urging him to fuck my mouth.
Benji, calm down, I remind myself quickly. Now is not the time, nor the place to sport a boner, especially considering the ratio of chicks to dicks around here... I really shouldn't let myself get this turned on in public.
The next time I look up to find Cheer God, he's not where I last saw him, and I frown slightly. Oh well, this is like a month long training camp that leads into a competition against all squads competing for the title. It's not like I'm never going to see him again.
"Benji!" Oh great, I know that voice. "Benji, wait up!"
I reluctantly stop walking and let Gina catch up. "Hey Benny!" she says once she's next to me, opening her arms up to try to get me to hug her.
"Hey Angelina," I groan wishing that one day she'll get the point that while everyone else may find her 4 foot 9 body, with platinum blonde hair, and over-made up eyes, absolutely adorable; I'd rather kiss a cow. She weighs less than my sister and my sister has an excuse. She's 10 years old.
"Benji, why don't you just call me Gina like everybody else?" Now Gina is pouting. What's up with cheerleaders and pouts? At least when Jessica is pouting she's trying to get something from me. She uses it as a tool, Gina is just... pouting to be cute? Yeah well it's not working.
"Why do you call me Benny?" I retort obviously annoyed, but leave it to a cheerleader to not get that.
"Because you're my Benny..." She acts like my sister too.
"Well, I'll promise to call you Gina if you promise to call me Benji," I bargain. She takes a couple of seconds to think about this, as if weighing what's more important to her.
"You don't like being called Benny do you?" Oh wow, you're a smart one.
"No Angelina, I don't."
"Fine," she pouts again. "But now you owe me a big hug!"
I roll my eyes as I scoop down and lift Gina up into the air. Obviously, she's a flyer and goes up in the air easy, arms wrapping around my neck, giggling into my ear. She kisses my cheek, just as all the junior girl's on the varsity team do. We only have one sophomore that made varsity. Her name is Christina and the most she'll communicate with me is a blush and smile.
When I lower Gina to the ground she grabs my hand. "Jessica told me you were taking to long and to drag you inside, you have to sign up..."
"Umm, I was just talking to Jessica two seconds ago," I tell her. Gina's face turns red because she knows I just caught her in a lie.
"Yeah, well that doesn't matter, you’re taking too long either way, now come on!" She yanks on my arm and I see no reason to fight her. It's not like my Cheer God is anywhere in sight anymore. Sadly. And who knows? Maybe I have a better chance of finding him inside.
When we get inside, my eyes scan this enormous gymnasium. It's like 4 of our school's gyms all put into one.
"Holy fuck," I say breathily.
"What?" Gina asks glancing at me from over her shoulder.
"It's huge," I hear myself saying. The building looked big from the outside, sure, but this place is fucking monstrous.
"Haven't you been to a cheer camp before?"
"I'm only a cheerleader to get a school scholarship," I remind her.
"Oh yeah, but then how did you get so good?" she tilts her head to the side, her face reeks of confusion. A long time ago, I used to be a gymnast. Unfortunately, Peach Tree High School, or PTHS, doesn't have a gymnast team so cheerleading ended up being my last resort and my only resort. My family doesn't have enough money to pay for me to go to college so my best hope was only to get good grades and hope to get a full ride somewhere... these days, it takes more than just good grades for colleges to look at you.
"Where's Jessica?" I ask suddenly, mock-urgency in my voice. Gina looks at me stupidly for a moment before she points to our team.
"We're over there..."
"Thanks baby," I wink at her while I walk towards the team. Okay, I'm mean. I sometimes flirt with the girls to get them off my back, but I personally prefer to keep my financial issues to myself. Before I get to the squad, Gina is racing passed me squealing to Courtney saying, and I quote, "O-M-G, he winked at me!" like it's some kind of cheer. My eyes catch Jessica's and she's watching the spectacle with amusement lain heavily on her face. Everyone is sat on bleachers, all wearing casual clothing while they still can. Jessica isn't though, but being captain is different. She lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps cheerleading. Her grades aren't the greatest, so a cheerleading scholarship added in with a bit of her daddy's pocket money is what she knows she has to depend on. As airheaded as she can be, she's not.
I climb up the bleachers, laughing to myself as I hear Gina, Courtney and Jessica pine over how hot I am. I take a seat next to one of the other male cheerleaders on the team. He doesn't quite have the following as I do, but I'm sure next year, his senior year, he'll have all the shining glory. Except he might actually appreciate it and get something out of it.
"Man, I don't know how you do it, tell you what though. I'm fucking jealous," Tony says once I sit down.
"You wanna know my big secret?" I ask him.
"Hell yeah," Tony shoves me, gently, in a playful nature. I laugh.
"Honestly, just dye your hair. I don't even know why or how it works, but I'm telling you. As soon as I dyed my hair, chicks were throwing themselves at me," I tell him. Tony looks at me like I can't be real.
"Yeah right, you just wanna keep your big secret to yourself. I get it," he says looking genuinely dejected.
"Hey man- if you don't believe me, whatever. All I'm sayin' is- well here. I'll show you."
I scoot away from Tony to make it seem like I'm just sitting by myself. I run my fingers through my matted down hair, twisting my fingers through the pink patch. Just as I do, Courtney shrieks out loud and points to me. It doesn't take long for the words "Hair," and "So fucking hot!" to invade the air. Because I'm 99.9% positive that no cheerleader knows what the words subtle mean. I glance over to Tony who's shaking his head in disbelief. I scoot back over to him and laugh.
"See, I told you so. Cheerleaders are so fucking predictable."
"Holy fuck, okay. Guess I'm dying my hair when we get back to school, that's for sure."
Jessica picks this moment to come up and sit next to me. She hands me a key card and a piece of paper. "Room assignment and key," she says before moving in on me and whispering in my ear. "I put my info on there too, don't be a stranger, not that you ever are..."
I smile as she talks in this menacing tone that yeah, I might find kind of sexy. When she pulls away, she knows I'm watching her and she turns around to wink at me. "That was quite the scene, you should play with your hair in front of the judges," she says before disappearing into the mass of girls.
"What was that about?" Tony presses once Jess is gone. I rip my eyes away from her and up to him.
"Huh?"
"What was that about?" Tony asks again.
"Pshh, nothing." I scoff.
I watch intently as other school’s teams are piling inside for this orientation thing. Then we all get to go to our rooms, get settled in and mingle for the day. Training begins tomorrow at 7:30 A.M. and I’m thankful for Jess explaining it to me earlier on the bus. We’re lucky, for most schools getting to Florida is a challenge that costs a whole bucket load of money. For our school, it’s only an hour drive on the bus. Probably one of the only reasons on the small list of why I like PTHS.
Peach Tree isn't that bad I suppose. It's a rich school with brand new everything and more drama than the OC and Laguna Beach put together. And it's fun, addicting even… I'm not gonna lie. The drama may be immature; totally beyond pathetic and I'll look back in 10 years and regret how outrageously stupid I was, but for now, I enjoy it. There's no reason not to.
"Oi! Over here Benji, pay attention," I hear coach's familiar voice calling out to me. Coach Catinelli is a short hispanic woman who knows our team would work just as well without her around. Hence why she's so eager to please us. Jessica runs the team. Coach is there to do all the business work. Jessica makes up our routines, she gives us the pre-game, pre-comp prep talk. Cartinelli is good about it though. She steps in when needed and next year, when Jessica has graduated, Cartinelli will probably be needed once again. So far none of the junior cheerleaders have stepped up to the plate. Last year when Jessica was chosen as captain for the upcoming year, Laura, the old captain said, "A true captain demands attention from the beginning." And that's exactly what Jessica had done. I’ve only known her since halfway through our Junior year, when I moved to Florida. But the stories are like legends around here. Jessica made varsity her freshman year and then proceeded co-captain her sophomore year. Her junior year more people voted her to be captain instead of Laura, but I guess the rule is that captains have to be seniors. This year is going to be amazing though. Everyone on our squad is like an all-star.
Orientation lasts what seems like forever, but I take it as a chance to look around for my Cheer God. It doesn’t take long considering he’s the only guy worth looking at as far as I’m concerned. I check him out once more. He’s sitting surrounded by the girls on the team. His sunglasses, which look grossly expensive, are rested on his head. His eyes, I’m not close enough to get a good look at though I can totally tell he’s wearing eyeliner, and that faux hawk thing easily gets me all over again. He’s in shape. Not flabby, or over muscular like some of the other male cheerleaders. His tight T-shirt definitely accents that quality.
I just keep watching him in a quite pathetic nature to tell anyone the truth. It’s like he’s a cow and I just gotta milk him for all he’s worth. Or perhaps another metaphor that’s a little less disturbing to think about. Like he’s heroine and I’m an addict. Although that would suck because that shit ain’t cheap. Fuck. I could never be a writer. My metaphors are for shit.
When his eyes manage to catch mine, it’s like an explosion of want and need… Oh shit. Shit. I rip my eyes away from his quickly and involuntarily begin blushing furiously. This is great. Just wonderful. And embarrassing. It’s okay Benji. It’s okay.
"Jessica took care of making sure you all got signed in. She has most of your room keys and if she hasn't given them to you, then I have them. Jess, you ready to head out?"
"Underclassmen have agreed to bring the seniors things to the dorms," Jess replies. I can’t believe I just got caught gawking at a totally gorgeous stranger. Why am I letting this effect me so much. Benji, what’s wrong with you?
"Okay then, I'll show the rest of you your rooms.” Cartinelli rephrases.
“Benji!” Jessica’s voice snaps me out of my mental breakdown. “We have 20 minutes before dinner, wanna go for a walk?” she asks once she has my attention. I look over to where Cheer God just was finding the space unoccupied and empty.
“Yeah, sure?” I say as I follow her and she smiles at me linking our arms together as we walk to the rooms.
Sometimes life reminds me of why the fuck I’m single.
<3
Well that's the first chapter. The plot thickens and sex ensues. Review for more as always and Thanks for reading once again!
Author: Meh Bitchezz. x_tired_craxy_x
Summary: Pretty simple. Benji and Joel are cheerleader about to battle for the title of some competition. Bring it ON Bitches!
Notes: No, the boys aren't related. If you want a story where they are I suggest looking into my archive.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I made this shit up. Don't worry about it dudes.
"Benji, what did I tell you about moping. Smiles. Just smile! You're a cheerleader."
I turn around heaving a sigh finding myself face to face with the lovely Jessica herself. She's a super bitch, super whore, and well... my team's captain. Raising a brow, she cocks her head to the side, crossing her arms over her chest over dramatically. She’s wearing her red shorts that say “Peach Tree” across her ass with a plain red shirt and a couple of necklaces at an attempt to keep it casual.
"Benji, come on," she pleads grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back in the direction of sign-ups. Her long, light brown hair is up in a typical cheerleader's ponytail, her bangs slicked back, about an inch higher than her head. You know the style. She is cute though and when she pouts; I can't help but smile. "See, that wasn't so hard." She bumps into my side. "Next we just need to work on you color coordinating your hair because honey, we're red," Jess gets a step in front of me and stops me in my tracks. "And pink," she grabs the pink patch in my hair, "Does not match."
"Jess!" I grab her wrist pulling her hand out of my hair.
"Come on Benji, please," she pouts again, lip gloss covered lips making me roll my eyes.
"I'll think about," I say, secretly knowing that I won't.
"Really, you'll do that for me?" she perks up and moves in to kiss my cheek. They all do that.
"Sure."
"I'll get you signed in and stuff, later babes," Jessica winks because Courtney and Gina are yelling for her help and she groans before pulling on her plastic smile and spastically going to solve all their problems. I'm more than likely the only person on this team that knows Jessica's not a total ditz. Still, if she really thinks I'm changing my hair...
Yeah, there's absolutely no way in hell I'm dying my pink patch any other color but pink. Hence the reason it's called my 'pink patch.' If I wanted a red patch in my hair- well I wouldn't be Benji now would I.
The sun is beating down on me and I'm regretting wearing jeans, Then again, I'm not gay enough to- oh my god.
Okay, okay Benji. It's alright. Calm down. Breathe in. Yes, now breathe out. I stop walking and just stare. I'm fucking gawking at this, I don't even know what to call him. Cheer God in light blue faded jeans and by the look of it an ECC's T-shirt. I look down at my black beater then back up to him. ECC's. Which one is that, which one is that. Wait, I know. East Coast Conference? Right? Maybe.
This guy has black hair in one of those little faux hawk things that are all the rage. He's talking avidly to a chipper short girl, but with all the hand motions he's making I don't even have to wonder if he's straight. His whole demeanor screams gay. Now for the record, I am gay, well. Maybe I'm bi. I'll hook up with girls and yeah whatever, I can get off on them. But I prefer manly hardware, more fun, more things to do and maybe I have a thing. This thing where I pretty much love to suck cock. So as soon as I see my Cheer God, my mind immediately begins to go over ways to get him alone with me, getting his throbbing dick down my throat, urging him to fuck my mouth.
Benji, calm down, I remind myself quickly. Now is not the time, nor the place to sport a boner, especially considering the ratio of chicks to dicks around here... I really shouldn't let myself get this turned on in public.
The next time I look up to find Cheer God, he's not where I last saw him, and I frown slightly. Oh well, this is like a month long training camp that leads into a competition against all squads competing for the title. It's not like I'm never going to see him again.
"Benji!" Oh great, I know that voice. "Benji, wait up!"
I reluctantly stop walking and let Gina catch up. "Hey Benny!" she says once she's next to me, opening her arms up to try to get me to hug her.
"Hey Angelina," I groan wishing that one day she'll get the point that while everyone else may find her 4 foot 9 body, with platinum blonde hair, and over-made up eyes, absolutely adorable; I'd rather kiss a cow. She weighs less than my sister and my sister has an excuse. She's 10 years old.
"Benji, why don't you just call me Gina like everybody else?" Now Gina is pouting. What's up with cheerleaders and pouts? At least when Jessica is pouting she's trying to get something from me. She uses it as a tool, Gina is just... pouting to be cute? Yeah well it's not working.
"Why do you call me Benny?" I retort obviously annoyed, but leave it to a cheerleader to not get that.
"Because you're my Benny..." She acts like my sister too.
"Well, I'll promise to call you Gina if you promise to call me Benji," I bargain. She takes a couple of seconds to think about this, as if weighing what's more important to her.
"You don't like being called Benny do you?" Oh wow, you're a smart one.
"No Angelina, I don't."
"Fine," she pouts again. "But now you owe me a big hug!"
I roll my eyes as I scoop down and lift Gina up into the air. Obviously, she's a flyer and goes up in the air easy, arms wrapping around my neck, giggling into my ear. She kisses my cheek, just as all the junior girl's on the varsity team do. We only have one sophomore that made varsity. Her name is Christina and the most she'll communicate with me is a blush and smile.
When I lower Gina to the ground she grabs my hand. "Jessica told me you were taking to long and to drag you inside, you have to sign up..."
"Umm, I was just talking to Jessica two seconds ago," I tell her. Gina's face turns red because she knows I just caught her in a lie.
"Yeah, well that doesn't matter, you’re taking too long either way, now come on!" She yanks on my arm and I see no reason to fight her. It's not like my Cheer God is anywhere in sight anymore. Sadly. And who knows? Maybe I have a better chance of finding him inside.
When we get inside, my eyes scan this enormous gymnasium. It's like 4 of our school's gyms all put into one.
"Holy fuck," I say breathily.
"What?" Gina asks glancing at me from over her shoulder.
"It's huge," I hear myself saying. The building looked big from the outside, sure, but this place is fucking monstrous.
"Haven't you been to a cheer camp before?"
"I'm only a cheerleader to get a school scholarship," I remind her.
"Oh yeah, but then how did you get so good?" she tilts her head to the side, her face reeks of confusion. A long time ago, I used to be a gymnast. Unfortunately, Peach Tree High School, or PTHS, doesn't have a gymnast team so cheerleading ended up being my last resort and my only resort. My family doesn't have enough money to pay for me to go to college so my best hope was only to get good grades and hope to get a full ride somewhere... these days, it takes more than just good grades for colleges to look at you.
"Where's Jessica?" I ask suddenly, mock-urgency in my voice. Gina looks at me stupidly for a moment before she points to our team.
"We're over there..."
"Thanks baby," I wink at her while I walk towards the team. Okay, I'm mean. I sometimes flirt with the girls to get them off my back, but I personally prefer to keep my financial issues to myself. Before I get to the squad, Gina is racing passed me squealing to Courtney saying, and I quote, "O-M-G, he winked at me!" like it's some kind of cheer. My eyes catch Jessica's and she's watching the spectacle with amusement lain heavily on her face. Everyone is sat on bleachers, all wearing casual clothing while they still can. Jessica isn't though, but being captain is different. She lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps cheerleading. Her grades aren't the greatest, so a cheerleading scholarship added in with a bit of her daddy's pocket money is what she knows she has to depend on. As airheaded as she can be, she's not.
I climb up the bleachers, laughing to myself as I hear Gina, Courtney and Jessica pine over how hot I am. I take a seat next to one of the other male cheerleaders on the team. He doesn't quite have the following as I do, but I'm sure next year, his senior year, he'll have all the shining glory. Except he might actually appreciate it and get something out of it.
"Man, I don't know how you do it, tell you what though. I'm fucking jealous," Tony says once I sit down.
"You wanna know my big secret?" I ask him.
"Hell yeah," Tony shoves me, gently, in a playful nature. I laugh.
"Honestly, just dye your hair. I don't even know why or how it works, but I'm telling you. As soon as I dyed my hair, chicks were throwing themselves at me," I tell him. Tony looks at me like I can't be real.
"Yeah right, you just wanna keep your big secret to yourself. I get it," he says looking genuinely dejected.
"Hey man- if you don't believe me, whatever. All I'm sayin' is- well here. I'll show you."
I scoot away from Tony to make it seem like I'm just sitting by myself. I run my fingers through my matted down hair, twisting my fingers through the pink patch. Just as I do, Courtney shrieks out loud and points to me. It doesn't take long for the words "Hair," and "So fucking hot!" to invade the air. Because I'm 99.9% positive that no cheerleader knows what the words subtle mean. I glance over to Tony who's shaking his head in disbelief. I scoot back over to him and laugh.
"See, I told you so. Cheerleaders are so fucking predictable."
"Holy fuck, okay. Guess I'm dying my hair when we get back to school, that's for sure."
Jessica picks this moment to come up and sit next to me. She hands me a key card and a piece of paper. "Room assignment and key," she says before moving in on me and whispering in my ear. "I put my info on there too, don't be a stranger, not that you ever are..."
I smile as she talks in this menacing tone that yeah, I might find kind of sexy. When she pulls away, she knows I'm watching her and she turns around to wink at me. "That was quite the scene, you should play with your hair in front of the judges," she says before disappearing into the mass of girls.
"What was that about?" Tony presses once Jess is gone. I rip my eyes away from her and up to him.
"Huh?"
"What was that about?" Tony asks again.
"Pshh, nothing." I scoff.
I watch intently as other school’s teams are piling inside for this orientation thing. Then we all get to go to our rooms, get settled in and mingle for the day. Training begins tomorrow at 7:30 A.M. and I’m thankful for Jess explaining it to me earlier on the bus. We’re lucky, for most schools getting to Florida is a challenge that costs a whole bucket load of money. For our school, it’s only an hour drive on the bus. Probably one of the only reasons on the small list of why I like PTHS.
Peach Tree isn't that bad I suppose. It's a rich school with brand new everything and more drama than the OC and Laguna Beach put together. And it's fun, addicting even… I'm not gonna lie. The drama may be immature; totally beyond pathetic and I'll look back in 10 years and regret how outrageously stupid I was, but for now, I enjoy it. There's no reason not to.
"Oi! Over here Benji, pay attention," I hear coach's familiar voice calling out to me. Coach Catinelli is a short hispanic woman who knows our team would work just as well without her around. Hence why she's so eager to please us. Jessica runs the team. Coach is there to do all the business work. Jessica makes up our routines, she gives us the pre-game, pre-comp prep talk. Cartinelli is good about it though. She steps in when needed and next year, when Jessica has graduated, Cartinelli will probably be needed once again. So far none of the junior cheerleaders have stepped up to the plate. Last year when Jessica was chosen as captain for the upcoming year, Laura, the old captain said, "A true captain demands attention from the beginning." And that's exactly what Jessica had done. I’ve only known her since halfway through our Junior year, when I moved to Florida. But the stories are like legends around here. Jessica made varsity her freshman year and then proceeded co-captain her sophomore year. Her junior year more people voted her to be captain instead of Laura, but I guess the rule is that captains have to be seniors. This year is going to be amazing though. Everyone on our squad is like an all-star.
Orientation lasts what seems like forever, but I take it as a chance to look around for my Cheer God. It doesn’t take long considering he’s the only guy worth looking at as far as I’m concerned. I check him out once more. He’s sitting surrounded by the girls on the team. His sunglasses, which look grossly expensive, are rested on his head. His eyes, I’m not close enough to get a good look at though I can totally tell he’s wearing eyeliner, and that faux hawk thing easily gets me all over again. He’s in shape. Not flabby, or over muscular like some of the other male cheerleaders. His tight T-shirt definitely accents that quality.
I just keep watching him in a quite pathetic nature to tell anyone the truth. It’s like he’s a cow and I just gotta milk him for all he’s worth. Or perhaps another metaphor that’s a little less disturbing to think about. Like he’s heroine and I’m an addict. Although that would suck because that shit ain’t cheap. Fuck. I could never be a writer. My metaphors are for shit.
When his eyes manage to catch mine, it’s like an explosion of want and need… Oh shit. Shit. I rip my eyes away from his quickly and involuntarily begin blushing furiously. This is great. Just wonderful. And embarrassing. It’s okay Benji. It’s okay.
"Jessica took care of making sure you all got signed in. She has most of your room keys and if she hasn't given them to you, then I have them. Jess, you ready to head out?"
"Underclassmen have agreed to bring the seniors things to the dorms," Jess replies. I can’t believe I just got caught gawking at a totally gorgeous stranger. Why am I letting this effect me so much. Benji, what’s wrong with you?
"Okay then, I'll show the rest of you your rooms.” Cartinelli rephrases.
“Benji!” Jessica’s voice snaps me out of my mental breakdown. “We have 20 minutes before dinner, wanna go for a walk?” she asks once she has my attention. I look over to where Cheer God just was finding the space unoccupied and empty.
“Yeah, sure?” I say as I follow her and she smiles at me linking our arms together as we walk to the rooms.
Sometimes life reminds me of why the fuck I’m single.
<3
Well that's the first chapter. The plot thickens and sex ensues. Review for more as always and Thanks for reading once again!