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“I’m not fucking wearing that.”

She was as blunt as a stone when she said it, like a really heavy one with an angry face drawn onto it with a sharpie. Dina’s grin only widened, and Ellie thought she was enjoying this a little too much.

Dina waved the skirt in her face teasingly. It wasn’t even a skirt, really, anyone could see it was a tiny ass piece of fabric, a poor excuse for clothing meant for the human form. Like at most something some garment worker paid dirt from the other side of the world took max ten seconds to put together, for all it was made out of an 8 by 8 inch piece of cotton.

“What if you did, though?”

The scream that wanted to bubble out of her chest came out a laugh instead. It still kind of sounded like a scream.

“What if I didn’t?”

“Yeah, but…” Dina said, taking a step closer. “What if you did?”

“What if I didn’t, though?”

Ellie got up slowly from Dina’s bed, not entirely enjoying that look in her eye. The carpet under her socked feet was soft, and she knew if she made a run for it she was gonna do something stupid and trip on her face. Dina’s room was like a beautiful death trap mine, all pink and yellow and sparkly and impossible to make a clean escape from. Nothing less for the school’s most popular girl.

That was the thing that got her into this mess in the first place. Dina had everything—the brains, the looks, the money. She did ballet and ice skating and cheerleading and chess and mock UN and all that, all that but…

“You guys are lame.”

Four words and it was over for Ellie and Jesse. It had come out of Jordan’s big mouth, the notoriously big mouth they were doing so well to ignore for the last two and a half years, four words that were nothing, not even a drop in the vast sea that was Jordan’s bullshittery, but it was four words enough that Dina looked at Jordan’s sneer and Owen’s scowl and Abby’s hand covering a laugh and she looked at Jesse’s half-shaven beard and ketchup-stained mouth and Ellie’s terrible posture and ripped jeans and said:

“Oh my god, you’re right!”

A makeover, for fuck’s sake. Like those early 2000s movies Dina and Cat put on that Ellie liked to fall asleep to. Ellie wished her vision sucked; it would have ticked off at least one of the boxes on Dina’s imaginary list if she took off the glasses she didn’t wear and magically turned into a smokin’ hot sex goddess.

But her vision didn’t suck. It was perfect, actually. Twenty-twenty, baby.

“Can I please leave?”

“Get your ass up and put this on,” Dina said. Throwing the skirt on her face. It landed on her head with a poof, and a pleat poked her in the eye.

“But mom, I don’t wanna be a slut.” The fabric lifted a little with every word from her mouth, and it probably would have been funny if Dina wasn’t such a Debbie Downer. A Dina Downer.

“Stop slut-shaming and start caring about what you look like.”

Ellie was not going to touch it with her hands. It would mean a surrender.

“I care about what I look like. Mom.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I just don’t care that much.”

“It’s a skirt, Ellie.”

“A mini skirt.”

“A skirt.”

“Like, a really tiny one.”

“Because you are tiny.”

“So tiny it’s even disproportionate to me, a tiny person.”

“Put it on, you big baby.”

Ellie got up and put it on.

“Damn.”

“I look like shit.”

“No, no. Turn around.”

Ellie turned around. Her reflection copied her. At least it was a plain black skirt, not the atrocious red and yellow plaid ones they forced the cheerleaders to wear. It was still short as fuck, and Ellie’s crotch was freezing.

“My crotch is freezing.”

“I wish I had your legs.”

Ellie looked down at her legs. They just stood there. Yup, those were some normal, average legs. She wondered if Dina could tell the blacks of her socks were just the slightest bit mismatched.

“Your legs are so much better than mine, mom.”

“Not for a lack of trying.”

“I can’t believe you're making me—us do this. Why can’t Jesse wear the skirt?”

They both looked at where Jesse was lying down on Dina’s couch, headphones around his head, snoring loudly without a care in the world.

“Jesse doesn’t have your legs.”

“He can have ‘em, if he wants.”

Dina approached her and did something with the hem at the waist, making them ride up even more. Ellie flushed.

“Stop. It’s embarrassing.”

“You gotta work with what you have. Fashion is all about giving an illusion of something that’s not really there. Like, for example, you now have an ass.”

Ellie turned around again, looking behind her at the mirror. Oh! There it was.

“Wait, that’s kinda cool.”

“You know what else is cool?”

Dina turned back to her walk-in closet. A portion of it had already migrated to the pile on her bed as she picked out article after article of clothing only to get an unenthusiastic response from Ellie each time. Somewhere from the back of her closet she fished out… Ellie wasn’t gonna start guessing.

“If fashion is just lying, does that make lying cool?”

“This pairs really well with that skirt,” Dina said, squinting at her and tilting her head. That was a lie of a shirt. It wasn’t even a shirt—they were straps connected with bits of string. There wasn’t an inch on that shirt that was bigger than her hand.

Ellie clutched her chest.

“Because following that logic I’m really enjoying this. That looks amazing and fun.”

She let Dina lift up her arms and rip her T-shirt up over her head, leaving her shirtless. She didn’t wear a bra. Her nipples pointed at Dina in protest.

“I am currently not terrified for my life.”

Dina strapped the shirt onto her, doing something with some buckles at her neck, then she buttoned something at the front and pulled something down. Ellie had no idea what was going on; she tuned it out.

“Okay…” Dina said, stepping back. She titled her head again and rubbed her chin.

Ellie stood there, letting her do her thing. She loved Dina, she really did. And she wasn’t that against it—it did no harm, really, letting Dina dress her up like a doll. It wasn’t like she had to go out wearing any of it any time soon. Entertaining this phase in Dina’s social life was the least she could do.

Dina shook her head.

“No. I think you’re more of a T-shirt girl. I like you in those more.”

Ellie sighed and nodded. She tugged at the… “shirt”... uselessly. It was surprisingly tight around her ribs.

After Dina rescued her out of the grips of the accursed imposter shirt, she put her tee back on. As per Dina’s advice, she tucked it into the skirt, and Dina gave her an impressive look.

“So you ready to go out in that tomorrow?”

Ellie laughed in her face.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Jesse,” Dina said. She said it at the same volume as they’d been having the rest of their conversation, but Jesse startled from his doze and sat up immediately, snorting a very unappealing sound. His headphones had slid off his head and onto his shoulders. Ellie did not understand men.

“You gonna do this for me?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure, babe. Anything.” He closed his eyes again and lied back down, face cradled in his hands which were closed as if in prayer.

Ellie wished she knew some prayers right about now.

Dina turned back to her.

“I can’t wait to show you off. My two best friends, my two decidedly not lame best friends. You’ll love it. You’ll feel good…” Dina paused to brush invisible lint off Ellie’s shoulder.

“Because you’ll look good.” She smiled at her.

Ellie didn’t have a good comeback.

Joel dropped her off at campus the next day for class. His face was grim.

“Thanks, Joel,” Ellie said. He nodded. That had to be some kind of record—usually they went for the double digits when it came to total amount of words exchanged in the morning.

The dreaded political science tutorial first thing Thursday morning was about twenty feet away from her. She checked the time on her phone, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go in early or late—too early and she’d bump into Jordan, too late and her whole class was gonna get a look at the below-waist portion of her body. She chose the lesser of two evils.

“Ellie fucking Williams? Oh, this is rich.” Jordan’s fuckboy voice grated her eardrums.

“Put that down,” Owen said, grabbing the phone from his hand. “Stop being such a creep.”

Jordan laughed obnoxiously.

“Dina set you up for this, didn’t she?” he said. Ellie ignored him and took out her books. They had to have class in this tiny room of all places; she couldn’t get far from him even if she wanted to. And where the fuck was Marlene?

“I’m sure your new look’s gonna have girls just flocking to you,” Jordan said, snickering.

“We both know I get way more pussy than you, Willy,” Ellie said. Jordan had recently taken up the mantle of being the school’s mascot, one unfortunately named Willy the Wolf.

Owen laughed, and so did a few other kids in their class. Owen had that effect on people.

Jordan snorted and sat down, suddenly finding his phone extremely interesting.

Just as the clock on the wall hit ten after, Marlene walked through the door, not a hair out of place. She put all her stuff down by her desk and started roll call.

It wasn’t like anyone actually thought the dynamic they had with each other was all that serious—Owen and them just had a big group, bigger than usual for a college this size. Some people were just more sociable than others, which was fine with her, but Dina was the type of person who actually did care quite a lot about that stuff… networking and all that. Even though if you were to ask her straight up she’d deny it.

Ellie could see how useful it was. There were some people, like Jordan and Nora, who they went to high school with, and their parents were some type of elite people in politics or something like that, so Dina was on relatively good terms with them. Owen and Abby kind of came out of nowhere, and Ellie heard from down the grapevine they had even higher connections. Ellie guessed some of them were all right; they weren’t all quite friends with each other, but not quite acquaintances either. They knew each other and were in some vague orbit of the same circle. It was somewhere in that gray space.

Like, Ellie liked Mel, for one. Owen and Mel were a combination she never saw coming. She guessed boring people attracted each other like that.

Class was over with little fanfare, and she got up with her things, ready to meet up with Jesse and Dina for lunch. It surprised her when she saw Owen standing by the door waiting for her.

“Sorry about Jordan,” he said, walking with her down the hallway. “I talked to him.”

“Good for you.”

Owen smiled and went on.

“Dina might have told you already, but you should come to the game tomorrow. It’s kind of special for us, so we want as many people there as possible.”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” Ellie said. Something about these two specific things in her life happening at once was kind of unsettling her. She tugged at her skirt.

Owen cleared his throat.

“Seriously though. If you could come, we’d really appreciate it.”

Ellie stopped and squinted up at him.

“Who’s we?”

He raised his hands and backed up a little.

“We… us. The team. And Mel.”

“I’m not gonna fucking bite you,” Ellie said. “Calm down.”

“Yeah,” Owen said, eyes bright with amusement. He checked his watch on his wrist and looked back at her.

“I gotta get going. But don’t forget what I said, okay?”

Ellie didn’t say bye to him when he left.

It wasn’t fair that all Jesse had to do was fucking shave.

“Where’s your skirt?” Ellie asked, taking Jesse’s beanie off his stupid head and throwing it in the bushes behind him.

“Hey!”

Dina reached behind her and passed it back to him, and he secured it back onto his head.

“I’m wearing an imaginary skirt. In solidarity,” he said, eyeing her legs. “Thank you for your service.”

“Dina?” Ellie said. Dina laughed.

“You think this outfit’s cheap?” Jesse said, gesturing to himself. He was wearing a couple things she’d never seen on him before, but other than that he wore the same shoes and jean jacket he always did, but with a more polished effect. It was definitely because he shaved.

“How’s the femme life treating you?”

“My entire ass is out for the world’s perusal. How do you think it’s treating me?”

“Your entire ass is not out. You look good,” Dina said. She got up and started walking to their usual spot. Ellie waited for Jesse to get up before she trailed along, not wanting to risk being the victim of a poor excuse of a prank from Jesse.

“Seriously, you don’t look all that bad,” Jesse said, his expression genuine. “You gotta lend her more of your clothes, babe.”

“Jordan was being an asshole today,” Ellie said.

“When is he not?” Dina said.

They’re in the food court, three BLTs deep, when they heard a whistle from across the room.

“Wow!” Manny stopped at their table and grinned at them all, his eyes lingering on Ellie. She feigned a lunge at him and he flinched away.

“Wow, Dina,” he said, after straightening up again. “You did good.”

“My friends are hot after all,” Dina said, lashes fluttering. “Get up, Ellie. Show him.”

She shot her an incredulous look. Jesse cackled.

“No, no it’s fine,” Manny said, backing up again. “I’ll actually die.”

“Oh, come on,” Dina said. “I thought you wanted to see my work.”

“If you cared for my life, Ellie, you’re gonna stay in that seat.”

Ellie took a bite of her sandwich and shrugged.

Manny looked relieved. He was a funny guy, Manny. He threw some of the craziest parties Ellie had ever been to. He was one of the more likable ones in his group, even though no one really ever took him seriously.

“Come to the game tomorrow, yeah?” Manny said, eyes wide. He pointed at Ellie.

“Especially you.”

“We’re coming,” Jesse piped in. “Got nothing else to do.”

“Except for the English paper worth half your grade, you mean?” Dina said.

“I’ll finish it tonight,” he said confidently. Ellie knew he would. They may have been lame and couldn’t dress for shit, but they weren’t stupid.

“Why especially me?” Ellie said, looking at Manny wearily.

Manny winked at her. Winked.

“You know why,” he said in a sing-song voice.

Ellie slid down her chair and winced, ignoring the curious looks Dina and Jesse shot her way.

“Fuck off,” she murmured. The skirt had slid up her ass, leaving the backs of her thighs freezing from the cold metal of the chair.

Manny giggled like a little kid and went back to the topic at hand.

“Big game, y’see. It’s gonna be the last of the year! Then the party at my place, obviously. You ready to get fuckin’ trashed Dina?”

Dina smiled amusedly.

“Sure, Manny.”

“Fuck yeah! Let’s go Wolves!” Then he howled, a legit, honest to god wolf howl, and Ellie shriveled up a little inside.

“See you then.” He shot Ellie a knowing look one more time, and then left.

“What was that about?” Jesse asked.

“I dunno,” Ellie said, sniffling.

She had one more class today. A lecture.

She was early and sat at her usual spot somewhere in the middle—not too far back as to get distracted, not too close as to be caught by the professor when she eventually did get distracted. There weren’t that many people in the class, but she liked to keep her distance from the rest of the students that came in droves and talked a storm during lecture. She always kept her bag on the seat next to her, like a signal telling others to fuck off. That’s why she did that, yup.

She was scrolling mindlessly on her phone, liking a post now and then and sending something to their group chat if she thought it was funny. She couldn’t shake off what happened at lunch—Manny was starting to get on her nerves. They really never paid that much attention to each other until recently—very recently. When she suspected Manny had caught on to something before her. It was dumb.

She may have liked him, but he was the kind of person who sometimes knew too much for his own good.

“Hey.”

She took her bag from her seat and placed it on the floor. Abby sat next to her and took out her laptop, opening it to a blank document.

“What’s up?”

Ellie found the video she saved while she was waiting and showed it to her.

She watched her face light up as the cat tripped and fell, and when she laughed Ellie smiled.

“That’s cute.”

She hadn’t paid much attention to Abby at first, either, but they shared a class every week, and Dina and Jesse were friends with her friends, so it was kinda hard not to notice her. She even sort of disliked her at first, the way she and Owen inserted themselves into their social circle seamlessly. Abby and Owen didn’t have the history that they all had with each other, and the first thing everyone had to talk about when they’d gone and joined their group was their messy fucking breakup.

Ellie stayed out of it for the most part, though conversation didn’t get very far before it eventually turned to the topic. In an ironic turn of events, when they’d gotten paired in a project for class, the only time she’d been relieved of actually talking about the breakup was when she was with Abby.

And maybe one thing led to another and they sort of kind of maybe talked to each other every night, sometimes until it was way past her bedtime. Like, 3am past her bedtime. And maybe sometimes when Ellie said she had to run some stupid errand for Joel she was actually getting railed in Abby’s dormroom.

And maybe no one else really knew about it. Except maybe that wasn’t actually true anymore.

“Good luck tomorrow,” Ellie said. Class passed in a blur again, but that was fine. Abby took good notes.

“Thanks.”

Ellie snorted into her fist. They really didn’t talk about anything of consequence, usually, and a lot of what went between them on their calls was silence, both of them studying or doing chores. It was easy company. Like they’d known each other for years.

“What’s so funny?” Abby asked, watching the students trickle out of the lecture hall. A couple people were up front talking to their professor, but it usually took less than five minutes for the entire room to empty out. And it was a big room.

“Nothing.”

“It can’t be nothing,” Abby said.

“It’s just… Have you noticed we never actually talk about anything?”

Abby hummed. She looked at Ellie’s bare knees and raised a brow.

“You wanna talk about that?”

“Um,” Ellie said. “Dina’s newest project.”

“And has it been a success?”

“I dunno. You tell me.”

Abby looked away at the people at the front, who had finished talking with the professor and were making their way to the exit with impressive speed, even for college students. She was suppressing a smile, but Ellie caught it.

“What if I said yes?”

Ellie swallowed and fiddled with her backpack strap.

“I’m coming tomorrow.”

Abby turned back to her.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Why the sudden change?”

Ellie got up from their table, and Abby followed her.

“Your friends are really persistent, you know that?”

Ellie stopped by the set of lockers outside the lecture hall and turned around, just to catch her looking away from her legs. Ellie smirked.

“What?”

“They really want me to come, and they asked so nicely, so.”

“I asked you nicely,” Abby said, crossing her arms. “You just like playing hard to get.”

“What’s there to get?”

Abby scoffed.

“I know your angle,” she said, squinting at her suspiciously. “You wanna distract me.”

“You’ve trained for how long? I’m sure it’ll be an easy win, Miss Star Player.”

She took Abby’s hand in hers and placed it on her hip.

“Mhmm.”

Ellie let her pull her closer, but not before checking the hallway was empty. There was a kid she didn’t know walking out of the bathroom.

After another glance around them, she grabbed the braid hanging off Abby’s shoulder and pulled her down for a kiss. Ellie sighed into her mouth, the hand around her hip squeezed and wandered lower, reaching under her skirt, tracing the hem of her panties, teasing.

“Fuck,” Abby sighed. “You’re so…”

Ellie bit her lower lip and she winced.

“You should change,” Abby said quietly, lip still stuck between Ellie’s teeth.

“Why? I think I’m actually growing to appreciate this look.”

“Hm?” Abby pulled her back in for another kiss, her mouth tasting like spearmint. Ellie curled her tongue around hers and fished her gum out. It was gross, she knew, but she also knew it made Abby hot, and it made her hot when Abby looked at her like that. She gripped Abby’s hair tighter in her hand, the warmth in her stomach spreading. She had to remind herself they were literally in public. She didn’t exactly bring an extra pair of underwear today.

She broke the kiss, and when her thighs rubbed against each other like that, she shuddered.

“Um…” Ellie said, losing her train of thought.

“I think…” She stopped again when Abby kissed down her neck, her breath hot, her other hand coming up to her chest, the other one getting bolder and reaching between her legs from the back, fingers pressing, searching.

“Wait,” she gasped. “Stop.”

Abby stopped and straightened up, her hands leaving Ellie, and Ellie wanted to stomp her foot in frustration. Fuck. She wanted to fuck.

“Tomorrow. Win the game. I’ll give you something good.”

“Yeah?” Abby said, smiling with teeth. “Better than this?”

Ellie thought of the stuff Dina had lying around in her room. She knew this was gonna pull something from Abby, but she was surprised at the effect it had on herself.

Huh. You learn something new every day.

“Yeah,” Ellie said. “Dina’s a cheerleader.”

Abby raised a brow.

“Oh? Really?”

“I dunno! Do you want something good or not?”

“What I want,” Abby breathed into her ear, “is to push you against the wall and eat you out until you cry.”

Ellie swallowed, and she couldn’t stop her cunt from twitching. Stupid cunt.

“That can be arranged,” she said weakly. “But you have to win.”

Abby stepped back and grinned widely.

“All right. See you tomorrow, Miss Cheerleader.” Ellie thought that was it, until Abby smacked her ass as she walked away, the force of it pushing her side into the lockers.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Ellie hissed, as Abby laughed and went to her next class.

Her knees were a lot weaker than she anticipated, so she hung back by the lockers for a little longer.

The next day after class, she was back in Dina’s room, pulling a cheerleading outfit over her head.

Dina was looking at her with her jaw on her pretty carpet.

It was one of Dina’s spare uniforms, and it was surprisingly less uglier than the one she was going to be wearing tonight at the game. It was a little tamer in terms of the pattern, but the colors weren’t any less eye-searingly bright.

It was a little loose around her chest, she noticed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. It made sense though, since Dina had it tailored and was differently built from her. Ellie squeezed her tits in the mirror forlornly.

“What are you doing?” Dina asked.

Ellie turned to look at her.

“You think I should start wearing bras again?”

“Um…” Dina said, eyes wide. “It’s up to you?”

“They just hurt my back,” Ellie said, stretching. She had the skirt on, too, and it was about the same length as the one from yesterday, and maybe a modicum of a degree shorter. If it was, it wasn’t the twenty-twenty vision that told her so.

She spread her legs and bent forward, folding herself in half, looking at a befuddled upside down Dina from between her legs. Bendy. That’s what Abby called her.

“I think I’d be a pretty good cheerleader, don’t you think?”

“You’d hate it,” Dina said, rolling her eyes. She sat on her bed and started rolling her socks up her feet. Ellie eyed the socks, wondering.

“You’d have to deal with people like me all the time.”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, El. And you know what I mean.”

“What, people like Leah?”

“Yeah.”

Blood was rushing to her head and she got up from her position slowly. Dina was blushing, eyeing her peculiarly.

“New undies?”

Ellie lifted her skirt in the mirror. It was just a white pair with lacey embroidery—it was the raciest thing she owned and it wasn’t even that crazy. She’d seen Dina’s underwear drawer.

“Aren’t they cute?” Abby liked cute.

“Do you have something to tell me?” Dina said, her tone careful.

Ellie pretended to think. Fingers rubbing her chin, looking at the ceiling.

Dina was her best friend. She knew it wasn’t fair, leaving her out of it, one day dreading Dina’s fashion choices for her and the next day wearing kinky shit under an even shorter skirt. It would be embarrassing to tell her that she’d gotten herself into something new, and that it’d been going on for a couple weeks now, and it was with someone she was sure literally no one would have seen coming. It was such a cliché, too. Like, her and Abby? The lame alt chick and the football player—thinking about it made her wanna gag… but it also kind of made her a little randy.

Ellie hadn’t jerked off yesterday, not unless you counted rubbing against a pillow a couple times, just to ease the pressure, and being horny made her kinda crazy.

“No,” she said. She turned around in the mirror and tugged at the top. “Later. I think.”

And because Ellie was Dina’s best friend and she loved Ellie, too, she just smiled and said, “Okay.”

The top of the uniform had a square collar, and usually it had to be zipped up from the side. In the middle was a little illustration of a wolf’s head, the school’s mascot. It had an open back too, which made her back a little cold from being bared so openly, and since it was a little loose it was easy for the sleeves to drop down her shoulders. She occupied herself by fiddling with it, trying to make it stay up, while Dina put on the final touches to her makeup, Dina’s playlist playing quietly from her desktop.

Eventually she gave up with the sleeves and wore her jacket over it. It kinda ruined the look, but whatever.

“I can’t say I wholly understand your choices,” Dina said, patting her amicably on the shoulder. “But as long as you’re happy, I am, too.”

“Yeah, about that. This is all coming off tomorrow,” Ellie said, patting her shoulder back. Well, more accurately tonight, if she was lucky.

Dina frowned a little.

“But you got rid of those jeans, right?”

Ellie turned around and left her room, chuckling as Dina raced after her down the hallway.

“You got rid of them, right?”

Ellie didn’t get football.

People ran around a field, usually hot people, she noticed, and then sometimes the score went up, and sometimes people cheered and sometimes people booed. Joel explained it to her once, and she’d nodded along just so he could get it all out and stop.

Ellie read comic books. She played Final Fantasy. She didn’t give a shit about football.

She easily could, she thought, catching Abby’s eye from the bleachers. She blew a bubble with her gum and let it pop, licking it from her lips, and liked how Abby ducked her head, her face serious. She could, but then they really wouldn’t have anything to talk about.

The bleachers were full. It was varsity football, and it was America, so naturally people treated the event like some kind of nationalistic ritual. Owen and Manny were just pulling her leg, telling her in a not so subtle way that they knew… and, she guessed, approved of it? She didn’t care all that much if it got out before she could control it, sure. It would be awkward for a bit, but everyone would get over it eventually. No hard feelings.

Except she knew that was just her denial talking. She really liked her. And if it blew up in her face one day, potentially, Ellie was never showing her face around these people ever again. Except Jesse and Dina.

Earlier when they’d dropped Dina off with the rest of the cheerleaders, a few of them had snickered at Ellie’s choice of wardrobe.

“Hey, Ellie.” Mia, the cheerleading captain, had smiled at her with glossy lips, taking in the loose fit of the familiar uniform.

“Wanna join the club?”

“You made it!” Manny said, walking up to them with arms spread wide. He was decked up in full gear, making his presence even more difficult to ignore.

A very amused Owen was following him, and she caught sight of Abby trudging along behind him, looking a little weary. Mia and another cheerleader Ellie didn’t recognize waved at them, whispering amongst themselves.

“Number one here’s not being as cheerful as she promised to be,” Owen said, gesturing at Abby with a thumb. She batted it away with a gloved hand.

“Where’s your team spirit, Abs? Flip that frown upside down,” Manny said.

“I always look like this,” Abby said, frowning.

“Ellie! You’re in costume. Wanna do a cheer for us?” Manny said, turning to her and wiggling his brows. “Boost our morale?”

Ellie crossed her arms and stared at him. Dina smiled nervously, Owen elbowed Manny on the side, and Jesse snorted. The cheerleaders were still snickering.

“Oookay…” Manny said, backing away slowly. “Tough crowd.”

Manny looked between Owen and Abby, as if silently asking them to rescue him. Owen was on his phone. Abby’s pout had evolved into a glare.

Properly cowed, Manny trudged back onto the field, Owen patting him reassuringly on the back.

They had left Dina to it soon after, Ellie having to drag Jesse a bit by his collar when they started doing stretches. They’d found a couple empty seats about midway up the bleachers, which was a little farther than Ellie would have preferred.

To make up for it, while Jesse went to grab them drinks, Ellie went to the bathroom and pulled up her skirt. She took a picture, sent it, and kept her phone on silent.

“Thanks,” she said when she got back, taking her slushy from Jesse.

“I gotta admit, I’m still not used to that,” he said, pointing at her bare legs.

“I’m hot, dude. Keep Dina close.”

“Har har,” Jesse said. They were quiet as they watched the players on the field warming up, the cheerleaders talking amongst each other.

“Wait, seriously?”

Ellie shot him a look.

“I’m fucking with you.”

Jesse sighed and shook his head.

“Or am I?”

Jesse pinched her on the thigh and she yelped.

The sound had a head turning their way, and Dina waved at them from the field. She looked amazing as always, her hair in her usual ponytail and the uniform fitting her perfectly. Her makeup was loud and glittery so it could be seen from all the way up in the bleachers, but she wore it like a champ. Didn’t look like a clown at all, unlike some of the people on her team, like Leah.

Speaking of Leah, she was talking to a very confused-looking Abby, saying something with a lot of hand gestures. Abby shook her head and shrugged, and Owen tapped her out and took her place, saying something that seemed to pacify her. Then Jordan hobbled over in his Willy costume. It looked like a sauna in there.

“What’s going on with her?” Ellie asked, nodding in Leah’s direction.

“No idea,” Jesse said.

They both leaned back when Leah turned around and glared at the both of them, like she knew what they were talking about.

The game started, and Ellie personally thought it took too long. So long, in fact, that she eventually gave in about halfway in and followed Jesse’s example, taking her phone out of her pocket. Abby had texted her back one thing.

:(

Ellie bit back a laugh.

The crowd around them got up and cheered, the other side of the stadium’s boos easily drowned out by the roar. Ellie put her phone down and stood up with the rest of them, waving around the foam hand Jesse had brought with him, red to match the school’s colors. Willy was doing some crazy dance moves by the sidelines. She saw Manny slapping Abby on the shoulder as they passed each other. Oh. Abby got them another point.

Something something suppressing arousal led to more aggression, so on and so forth, et cetera, et cetera.

Ellie looked at the time on her phone again. It wasn’t ever gonna be a question about winning or losing; Ellie just liked to tease her. She was always so nice, gentle, even when she was saying the stupidest shit Ellie disagreed with, talking about how, no, Ellie, my friends aren’t homophobic. Ellie didn’t believe that for a second when it came to Jordan—that guy was fucked.

She liked it more when she managed to rile her up, got Abby to hold her down. Make her take it.

She sat back down before anyone else.

Soon, the game was over, their school winning so easily it was almost pathetic. Manny was running around the field whooping and hollering. Abby, Owen, and Jordan were more chill about it—exchanging high fives and a few words with Isaac.

Ellie knew anyone who was anyone was heading straight to Manny’s afterward, so she just had to hang back a little, Jesse already heading off to Dina and agreeing to meet with her later that night.

She waited outside the girls’ locker room, the last of the cheerleaders rushing out the door, bag half open, smelling of Victoria’s Secret and mascara already running. Ellie slipped through the door easily, her skirt making her fit in naturally; there were a couple people in the hallway still, but neither of them blinked when she went inside.

She stood by the door for a second, listening in. When she didn’t hear the characteristic voices of girls chattering with each other, she hopped and slammed the lock on top of the door, the bang more than a little telling of her presence.

It was quiet as she walked in. It was a big locker room, so it was possible there was someone else in there, but Ellie used to play soccer on the girls team; she knew what a locker room sounded like. She took another step, and she noticed it was a little too quiet.

She didn’t have enough time to react before she was slammed against the lockers for the second time that week. She gasped and ducked instinctively, slipping away from Abby’s pin.

“What the fuck!” Ellie hissed. “How are you not tired as shit?”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to be tired now?” Abby asked. She’d stripped down, her shoulder pads were gone and she was in her sports bra, a comfortable pair of joggers slung around her waist.

She feigned an obnoxious yawn.

“I’m actually super tired, Ellie. Let’s save the kinky locker room sex for another day, ‘kay?”

Ellie shrugged her jacket off and threw it at Abby, who caught it efficiently and started to fold it. Ellie cornered her against the locker and waited for her to finish, and after she laid it gently on the bench next to her, she took Ellie’s face in her hands and kissed her.

“You’re funny,” Ellie said. She stroked Abby’s bare arms, and her cunt pulsed. These babies were gonna make her come her brains out.

Abby nosed down her neck and sucked a hickey on her collar, the skin that was usually hidden so well bared for her. The hands around her hips squeezed, and Abby turned them around, pushing Ellie to face the locker while she worked on the back of her neck. She fiddled with the bit of skin exposed between where the top and the skirt ended by her belly. It wasn’t much, less than an inch, really, but Abby kept stroking it, like she was fascinated by the little tease that it was.

Ellie pushed back behind her, ground a little bit.

Fuck.

“Won that game for me?” she gasped. Abby was mouthing her back—trailing hot kisses down her spine, the shirt’s open back giving her plenty of work. She could feel herself getting wet with each kiss, each absentminded stroke of her thighs.

“Yeah,” she said, nuzzling her neck. “Nice picture, by the way.”

“Thanks. The lighting in there sucked. Not some of my best—”

Abby ripped the collar of the top down, exposing her chest. Ellie bit her lip as Abby cupped her tits, played with her nipples, her thought officially thrown out the window as fingers pulled and plucked and stroked. It wasn’t a lot to work with, but she swore she’d gotten a little fuller.

“You’re such a tease,” Abby said, grabbing Ellie’s hair in a fist and forcibly turning her head to the side, sticking her tongue into Ellie’s gasping mouth. The kiss was rough, their teeth clashing, spit dribbling onto her chin as Abby sucked on her tongue.

“You like it,” Ellie said breathlessly, pulling away.

She winced when Abby pulled her hair back again, and she cried out as her nose crashed against the locker when Abby pushed her face roughly against it.

“Fucking—” she hissed, struggling under her grip for a second. But Abby’s hold on her was unyielding, and Ellie gave up when Abby pulled her by the hips and casually kicked her ankles apart. She bit her lip around a whine when Abby knelt behind her on the filthy tiles, pushing back against the hands on the backs of her thighs.

“I like these,” Abby said, lifting the little skirt and tugging on white lace. “Cute.”

Abby nosed her cunt through her panties, soaked through now, a dark wet patch she could feel growing by the second. A tongue swiped over the fabric teasingly and Ellie groaned, pushing her ass back onto Abby’s face. Abby didn’t waste any time and parted her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to the cold air of the room.

Ellie gasped sharply when Abby leaned back and spat directly onto her cunt, spit and slick sliding down her labia and inner thigh, some of it joining the wet patch on her underwear. Abby slipped a couple fingers in for good measure, the sudden stretch making Ellie squirm and moan, her hot breath making the metal under her fog up with every rough plunge in. The lockers were cold under her hands and on her chest, and it made her nipples tingle when she rubbed against them, each icy stroke sending a bolt of arousal down her spine and straight into her cunt.

She spread her legs even wider, fingers going down to rub her clit before she gripped the hem of her panties and pulled, grinding her clit on the seam. Abby slid her fingers out and helped her push the panties aside wider, tugging it hard enough that they heard more than a couple seams tear. It exposed her hole and Ellie flushed bright red when Abby groped the insides of her thighs and spread her wide open, exposing the deepest parts of her.

“Shit, yeah,” Ellie whimpered. She didn’t have much opportunity to say anything else before Abby did good on her promise, swiping her tongue over the lips of her cunt, teasing at first before pushing inside. The sound was obscene as she ate her out, her cunt pumping out slick at a steady rate, Abby’s spit bubbling out of her, sliding down her thighs.

Abby slipped three fingers in alongside her tongue and Ellie groaned, grinding down on them, hips churning. She rubbed at her clit harder, reaching under her underwear and splitting her fingers around the hood, alternating between tapping it gently and rubbing it in circles.

She yelped when Abby’s tongue slipped out of her pussy and the soft wet tip of it rubbed her clit. Ellie leaned against the locker so her back was almost parallel with the ground, arching her back so Abby could play with her clit more. Abby moaned underneath her as she tongued her clit, and the vibrations had Ellie covering her mouth around an embarrassing whine.

Ellie tried to spread her legs even wider, but it would have risked losing her balance. She was about to turn around when she tensed, Abby’s tongue wandering away from her clit and up her crack, the slide of it smooth with slick. The fingers inside her thrust harder, curling upward, stuffing her cunt, and Ellie moaned as she rode them, her soul escaping a little from her body when Abby tongued at her asshole, that familiar pressure building low in her belly, climbing, climbing.

The sounds, the combination of her and Abby’s finger’s and Abby’s tongue, and, oh, fuck, she swore she heard someone walking past the door and—

“Yes! There, oh…” A little sob bubbled out of her and she came, her pussy pulsing helplessly around Abby’s curling fingers. Her entire body tensed as the orgasm rushed through her, her toes curling in her socks, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Abby slipped her fingers out and turned her around, her hands strong around her hips, and she knew her legs would have given out had Abby not supported her.

Abby was a mess under her, her face shiny with slick and flushed down to her neck. Her hair was messed up, flyaway strands rebelling the pull of her usually immaculate ‘do. That tended to happen, Ellie guessed, when she sat on it on a regular basis.

“Come here,” Abby said, getting up from the floor and dragging her to a bench and onto her lap.

Ellie straddled her thigh and gasped, the cotton of Abby’s joggers rough on her raw clit.

Abby took her face in her hands and kissed her, a little peck on her lips, her cheeks, her chin, her neck. Ellie sighed and let her, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck and stroking the warm skin. Her other hand wormed her way between them, and Abby hissed as Ellie rubbed her clit through her pants, her hips lifting from the bench as she pushed against her fingers.

Ellie arched her back as Abby’s mouth raced down her collar and in between her tits, her pecks graduating to slow swipes of her tongue that made Ellie’s cunt ache, her nipples hard and begging for attention. They were splayed out like a gift, her top tucked under them and displaying them for Abby’s fingers, her mouth, her tongue. Abby took a pink nipple in her mouth and nibbled it.

“That tickles,” Ellie mumbled.

Abby’s laugh was a warm burst of air on her chest. Something inside of her flipped.

“You should wear this more often,” Abby said, tugging at the skirt.

“Yeah? You’re into shit like this?” Ellie said, her voice thick as she lifted her skirt. She pulled her panties to the side and exposed the shy little nub underneath, standing straight and ready for duty.

“Perv.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Abby said, taking Ellie’s hand and slipping it under her pants, “I’m into it.”

Ellie licked her lips when her fingers touched Abby’s wet folds, quickly finding her clit and rubbing it hard and slow, and Abby moaned, pulling on the panties again, so hard this time that it ripped entirely and slid down Ellie’s leg and onto an ankle. Ellie glared at her for that, but she only got a loopy grin in return.

“What the fuck, dude,” Ellie said. “You’re paying for that.”

Abby didn’t grace her with a response, instead reaching under her skirt again and slipping her fingers back into her cunt, her mouth busy sucking more red spots onto Ellie’s skin. Shit. She always hated how easily she bruised, but lately whenever she looked in the mirror, she stopped hating it so much.

Abby withdrew her fingers from Ellie’s pussy and they came out shiny with wet. She brought them to Ellie’s lips, and Ellie looked her in the eyes as she opened her mouth and took the fingers inside, sucking on them greedily.

“Fuck,” Abby whispered, looking at the stretch of her lips. “Taste good?”

Ellie moaned and nodded around her fingers, gagging a little when Abby pushed them further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, tears bursting from her eyes.

Abby took her fingers out of her mouth and craned her neck to bring her into a kiss, gasping around her lips as Ellie rubbed her clit harder. Ellie liked how Abby liked kissing so much. It had always felt a little unremarkable to her, when she was with other women, saw it as just something people expected to do with each other. But with Abby it was different; it was—as cheesy as it sounded—almost electric. Like it said things they otherwise couldn’t with simple words, words that weren’t enough, that always fell short somehow, only filled up by those meaningful silences on the phone, with little glances at each other in class, with Abby’s lips on hers. She sighed, overwhelmed with some unnameable thing, and felt Abby’s lips curling against hers.

Abby wrapped her arm around her waist and pinned her close, slipping her fingers inside Ellie’s pussy again and thrusting them hard, curling them upward, and her sigh morphed into a breathy moan. The slide in and out was easy from how wet she was, Abby’s fingers always reaching the parts inside her she couldn’t quite get to without some extra help, her fingers thicker and longer than Ellie’s.

She flushed. It was humiliating when she reduced her to a mess like that with just a few strokes.

But Ellie could play the same game. Her fingers slid easily between Abby’s labia, rubbing her clit and reaching lower into her cunt. She slipped her fingers in and rubbed at her front walls, and they weren’t even kissing anymore, just gasping into each other’s mouths as they tried to take each other there, chasing that high, pressure building up inside, her thighs and her calves tensing in anticipation. Ellie forced herself to keep her eyes open, admiring the look of concentration in Abby’s face, her eyes shut, her face red, utterly determined. Just looking at her face made Ellie want to come. And when Abby jostled her in her lap as she rode Ellie’s fingers, and the rough cotton under her rubbed her clit just so, she did.

Ellie couldn’t stop the embarrassing moan that escaped her as she came again, her cunt clenching hard and rapid. She couldn’t stop her eyes from slamming shut, stars exploding behind her eyelids as the orgasm shook her, her back tensing and her hips shuddering as she fucked herself on Abby’s fingers. Abby followed her soon after, cussing harshly before her teeth closed around Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie ignored the searing pain in place of focusing on curling her fingers harder, thrusting them a little faster, letting Abby ride it out as long as she could, shaking under her from the force of her orgasm.

They sat there for a few breathless moments, the locker room echoing with the sounds of their breathing, loud like they’d just run a fucking marathon. The arm around Ellie loosened and she leaned back in Abby’s lap. Abby was looking at her, eyes glazed and a little distant.

Ellie snapped her fingers in her face.

“Good?”

Abby blinked.

“Really good.”

Ellie kissed her again, just a chaste thing, and when she pulled away Abby pulled her back and deepened it.

“Sorry about your underwear,” Abby said, after they separated.

“Fuck you for that, by the way,” Ellie said, looking at the tatters of her panties, still hanging from an ankle.

She scrunched up her face.

“Can you give me a ride home? I don’t wanna have to call up Joel.”

Abby tilted her head to the side. Her hands had wandered into playing with Ellie’s skirt again.

“What about the party?”

“You wanna go to that?”

“Not really,” Abby said, a little sheepishly, like she felt bad for saying it.

Ellie raised her brows at that. She and Manny were like best friends. Ellie sensed there was something to that that she wasn’t saying. Maybe Abby was tired. Or maybe it was something else.

“Do you wanna come over?” Abby asked. She started to fiddle with Ellie’s shirt, pulling it up over her chest and straightening the sleeves. She thumbed over the teeth marks she’d left on Ellie’s shoulder, frowning a little at it when Ellie winced at the sting.

“You…” Ellie said, her tongue thick. She cleared her throat. “Yeah. I do.”

“Okay,” Abby said. “Let’s go.”

They were in Abby’s car, and Ellie was sitting on the front passenger seat commando, racking her brain for some excuse for Jesse and Dina about ditching them, when she got a text from Jesse.

c u monday :)))

“Shit,” Ellie murmured. “Cryptic motherfucker.”

“That Jesse?” Abby asked, peeking at her phone as she pulled her seatbelt over herself.

“Yeah. ‘See you Monday’? What did— Hold on,” Ellie said, stopping herself.

“Did you tell?”

Abby looked at her curiously.

“Tell what?”

“About us.”

“Us? Yeah, everyone knows,” Abby said, starting the car.

“What?”

“Yeah. Leah was all over my face about it. Said it’d mess up my game.”

“What?”

“I know, right?” Abby said. “I think she just let Jordan get to her. I think you’re right about him after all. That guy’s fucked.” She laughed.

Ellie clenched the dashboard in front of her.

Fucking Wolves.