I used to be quite the cheerleader in high…

“Oh. That’s so sweet. If you want, I can tag along and help you psyche up the team with my professional pep stylings. You know…” Alabama stood on her knees and started to clap in rhythm as she quietly sang, “That pitch was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S…”

I forced out Uzbekistani naiset avioliittoon ja dating a polite chuckle and quickly scanned my brain for a proper follow-up excuse. “And I would love to see that but this is kind of an important practice. Big game tomorrow and I’m worried the boys will have trouble focusing. Maybe next time for sure, though.”

I smiled down at her and casually turned to grab a pair of jeans out of my dresser while peeling my a’s cold palm as tactfully as possible. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but my macabre memories of the night before were still coming back in fractured bits and pieces and I was worried that if I didn’t get away from this girl soon, I was going to lose it.

Thankfully, as soon as I started to pull on my clothes, Alabama quickly followed suit. Once she was dressed and had collected her purse, strap-on, etc., I walked her out of my complex and followed her down the block to where Alabama had parked her car the night before. Lire la suite de « I used to be quite the cheerleader in high school » →