Episode002
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Alina’s pov
"Next!"
A petite blonde girl stepped forward, wearing a pink sports bra with the number five pinned on it. She had long legs and an average build. She looked more like someone you'd see in a pop music video than on a cheer squad.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Irina."
"Thanks. You can start when you're ready."
I sat in the captain's chair, watching Irina perform her routine. She jumped up and down, her lips moving in sync with the music as she sang. Her legs split wide open during her jumps.
"Hey, Alina, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. Please tell me I wasn't..."
"Having inappropriate thoughts about her and staring at her while she was performing."
"Did anyone notice?"
"No, just me. And don't worry, I'll add her to the team because I know you'll want to know her more in the future."
"I need to find love soon."
As the next would-be cheerleader approached, I buried my face in the paper. With a low growl, I grabbed my bag and strode out of the gym hall in the direction of the boys' locker room.
"So, which is it, a girl or somebody, today?"
"Both."
I gave a grumpy response before shoving my way inside Daniil's locker. After taking off my thong, I unlocked his locker and put it inside. When he finds it, he'll know what to do. As I left their locker room, I wrinkled my nose. The smell was overwhelming.
I noticed some of my teachers giving me strange looks as I shut the door to the locker room. One would think that they would eventually stop staring at me in that way, but they have been doing it ever since I started eighth grade here, so I'm actually accustomed to it by now.
I joyfully got into my Sokol Sprint and drove off after stomping out of school.
"I need you here too, Katya. Daniil is coming over after practice."
"I got it. In ten minutes, I'll be there. I haven't been with anyone for a whole week. Isn't that unbelievable?
Just move quickly, no joke. I need what I'm craving right now.
It should come as no surprise that my parents were not home when I pulled into the house after parking my car outside the garage. I dropped my bag behind the door and collapsed on the bed as soon as I entered my room. What a week it has been. After running all the way downstairs, I picked up an orange from the fruit basket. I'll need as much energy as possible.
I promise you would rather not do this, Alina. Just stop it before it's too late, please.
"Why would I do that? I need some kind of release because I'm frustrated."
"Then, you fool, look after yourself."
"Where is the fun in that?"
Mila, stop talking. Alina and I had this conversation.
"I'm afraid it will have to wait since play toy number one has already arrived, little cutie."
I threw my orange peels in the trash can after quickly washing my hands at the sink. I got up and waited for Katya to come in by sitting on the counter. As Katya came in, she dropped her bags on the floor and approached me slowly, while I continued to hang my legs from the counter. She spread my legs wide open for her and sat down between them.
"Are you ready, cousin?"
I was ready from the beginning.
Katya's warm breath brushed my lips as she leaned closer. Her eyes, dark and glossy, like an animal aware of its superiority, gleamed with mischief. I smiled.
I muttered, "Don't make fun of me."
"I wouldn't even consider it."
She kissed me slowly at first, as if we had endless time, but I quickly deepened it by grabbing her neck. I cinched my legs around her waist. God, I had been putting the moment off for far too long. The tension from Irina's performance, the frustration from practice, and the way Daniil's scent stuck to his gym shirt earlier, all boiled over.
"Are you even aware of your insane state?" With her fingers already tugging at the hem of my skirt, Katya muttered against my lips.
"Yes," I inhaled. “And I like it that way.”
We crashed onto the chilly kitchen counter after I pulled her onto me. I didn't mind the tile pressing against my back. Our bodies were twisted, hot, and desperate, and we moved like magnets. She gave me a slow, gentle kiss on my collarbone as if she wanted to make a mark. I didn't stop her.
However, then
Ding-dong.
This is the front door.
Both of us froze.
She let out a moan. "You must be joking with me."
I sat up, hair wild, cheeks flushed. "Daniil."
"I assumed that practice would go on later!"
"I advised him to arrive early."
"You're a fool."
"I wanted him to cut me off."
Rolling her eyes, Katya snatched the nearest hoodie off the counter and threw it at me. Still warm from her body heat, I yanked it on and staggered off the counter.
Once more, the doorbell rang.
As I strode barefoot to the door and flung it open, I saw Daniil standing there, shirtless, sweaty, and clutching a bottle of blue Gatorade with a sense of ownership.
He grinned. "Did you call?"
"You're running late."
“Technically, I’m three minutes early.”
"You smell like an ego and a boy's locker room."
"You enjoy it."
I moved out of the way. "Enter now."
We brushed shoulders as he walked by me. I could feel his heart thumping, yet he remained unfazed. He always pretended not to care. Act as though we weren't some sort of bizarre occurrence that kept happening and never made sense.
Katya was sitting with her legs crossed on the kitchen island, acting as though she hadn't just put her hands up my skirt five minutes before.
Daniil looked at me, then at her. "So, what's the strategy?"
I said, "We need a diversion." "Something enjoyable. It should provide a sense of relief from stress.
He took a deck of cards out of his pocket and said, "I brought cards."
Katya's eyebrows went up. "You always have cards with you?"
"You never know when you might face a strip poker challenge."
"Well," I grinned. "Let's play."
After ten minutes...
Katya was wearing only her sports bra. I was wearing lace underwear and a hoodie. All Daniil had left were his jeans. Daniil scattered the cards haphazardly on the living room floor.
Katya whispered, "I detest this game."
Daniil remarked, "You're just angry because you're terrible at bluffing."
I gave a snort. "She isn't terrible at everything."
Katya tossed a pillow to me.
I ducked.
Daniil grinned as he observed us, as if he were researching some exotic animals in a zoo.
He declared, "You guys are dangerous together."
"You adore it," I answered.
"I put up with it."
"You long for it."
He didn't dispute it.
Katya flexed her abs as she stood and stretched. All right, I'm taking a shower. While I'm away, I try not to break the couch.
I delivered a disapproving glare. "No assurances."
With a wink, she walked down the hall, her hips swaying as if she were still on stage.
I turned to Daniil after waiting for the bathroom door to click shut. He was staring at me already.
"Once more, you abandoned your thong to me."
"I hoped you would notice."
"I always do."
He bent over. "You believe you can mistreat me in that way and not expect retribution?"
I c****d my head. "Oh, I anticipate it."
I then gave him a kiss. Hard.
Daniil didn't play nice like Katya did. As if he wanted to control every part of me, he pushed me back against the armrest and planted a kiss on me. His hands wandered down my sides, clutching my thighs as if he needed to anchor himself, while my fingers entangled themselves in his wet hair.
He bit my lip, and I gasped. He grinned.
"Too much?"
"Not enough."
He had smoke and fire in his eyes. "Tell me when to stop."
"Avoid it."
At first, we were unaware of the sound. It wasn't big. A rustle. The sound of a leaf whispering can be heard.
Then the glass broke.
Both of us froze.
"What was that?" Daniil asked in a tense, low voice.
Heart thumping, I stood. "It sounded like the back door."
Did it get locked??
"I believed it to be."
We looked at each other.
Then there was another crash.
From the hallway came Katya's shrill voice. "Alina!"
I bolted.
Daniil was already moving behind me, fast and silent, like the fighter he trained to be. I saw red flashing in my vision, the kind that warned of danger, not rage.
Someone no, something leaped through the broken back door and vanished into the trees as I turned the corner.
With her towel tightly wrapped around her chest and her eyes wide with fear, Katya stood in the corner of the hallway.
She exclaimed, "I saw it." It had white eyes. It wasn't humans.
"What?" I muttered.
They were observing us from the line of trees.
I gave Daniil a look.
He had already squatted low by the broken window, sniffing the air like a predator. Slowly, he turned to face me.
He declared, "That wasn't a Krovnik." "It wasn't a wolf either."
"So what was it?" Katya inquired.
"I'm not sure," he said. "But it was searching for you, Alina."
- Writer
