Dirty Little Secrets

The Clock Tower

I wasn't sure why we were meeting at the clock tower when we had a school assembly to go to in an hour. I knew we'd have practice later and that was fine it would be after the assembly. Suddenly, I wondered just how much time being a cheerleader would really take. Fear hit me. Would my grades suffer? I couldn't afford that this year. I was trying my hardest to make sure that I was going to get into the best school on the East Coast. I couldn't do anything to ruin that. 

When Rebecca showed up, we were still waiting for a few of the other girls. "Thank you for being on time. You know, I didn't think you'd actually show."

I was shocked she was talking to me. "Oh. Right. Um. Yeah, well here I am." I tried smiling at her. She smiled curtly back and I wasn't sure if she was trying to be nice or if she was just trying to be rude in a more undercover kind of way. I didn't really have to think too much about it before the other girls from the squad showed up. Thank God. 

Rebecca shut everyone up immediately. "Look girls, I just want to make you aware of a few rules this year. Most of you know them but for you new girls and Freshman these rules you live by. " She cleared her throat. "You wear your cheer uniform on game day, all day. That means to every class that you have and no matter where you go before or after the game. Parties don't count. You always wear makeup  and look your best. We only date jocks. We eat together at lunch. And don't you dare put each other down in public." She smiled at them all. "And always be on time for practice and other activities. We will let you know what is optional." All of the girls seemed to nod and smile at her. 

"Ok, now go. See you at 4 for practice." All of the girls left, when I saw my brother. I looked at him for a moment and he approached Rebecca. "Let's go, babe." I heard him say to her. She grabbed onto his arm and headed towards the school where the assembly would be. We had about a half hour until it started. I waited a bit and started to walk away from the clock tower when I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me behind the clock tower again. With a hard thud my back hit the stone wall. I groaned. 

Looking up I gasped. "Max!" 

He covered my mouth with his hand. "Shhh." He moved us out of sight behind the clock tower. My large doe eyes, looked at him trying to search for a reason he was being so secretative. Or why he was even talking to me outside of my house. He usually ignored me. I mean I supposed he should be glued at the side of one of Rebecca's girls. 

"What are you doing?!" I whispered to him. I wasn't sure if I was curious or afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth.

He smirked at me. "Just because you are one of them now, doesn't mean that you are one of us. Remember that." He said almost hateful towards me. "And don't start dressing like a slut either." My eyes went large at him. He looked mad at me but I wasn't sure what he could possibly be angry at me about. I sighed. "What is it about me that you hate so much?" I half yelled at him. What the hell was his problem. I couldn't take it. First he was nice to me then he was trying to touch me under the table and now he was yelling at me not to dress like a slut. Didn't he date Rebecca at one time too? She was the biggest slut of them all. 

"Hate you? I don't hate you. Kitten." He smirked again. We stared at each other for a long time and I couldn't move and I was starting to find it hard to breathe. Just as I was about to move, he pinned me to the wall again, a little more roughly this time to hide me out of people walking by. He brought his lips crashing down against mine in a hard searing kiss while his hands roamed over my body. "Get to the assembly, Kitten. I'll deal with you later," 

And just like that he was off of me. I felt like he was scolding me. I sighed and walked towards the assembly alone. By the time I got there, everyone was starting to sit down. I walked by them and sat with some of the girls on the squad. I could hear whistles and whispers as I walked by. One question caught my attention, "Whose the new girl?" I heard a few times and I groaned. 

This was going to be some school year.