TEACHER'S SLUTTY CHEERLEADER 6

“Five, six, seven, eight—”

Arms sliced into the air in perfect rhythm, all girls jumping into the opening sequence. A high V, punch and then a turn.

Danielle’s heart seemed to sync with the music, each move they made already drilled into their bones. Routines were something she was used to. Routines were safe; they meant she still had things under control.

“Flyers up!” She shouted, even though the thrumming of her pulse said otherwise.

With practiced ease, she sprinted into her base group, crouching low and hands ready. Lily’s eyes glint with unwavering confidence as she plants her white sneakers into Danielle’s palms.

Instantly, she’s launched into the air, weightless and hair like wild fire under the glowing lights of the auditorium.

They caught her clean, the ensuing cheers and shouts from other girls something like a promise. Danielle’s smile remained blinding as she faced the crowd.

“Go Sharks, go!”

“Go mighty sharks,” Lily made a show of clapping once they were back at the locker room. “Go, woo!”

Danielle sent her a glare. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, please,” Lily scoffed, waiting for the last girl to leave the room. As soon as the door slammed shut, she turned to her friend.

“What’s your deal?”

“My deal?” Danielle paused, turning to face her friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been out of it today. We’re lucky enough that the other’s teams cheer squad are a bunch of small fries.”

Danielle rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean by that. And this was just a friendly match. Nothing too serious to be all grouchy about anyway.”

“Uh-huh,” Lily wasn’t the slightest bit amused.

Wordlessly, she plopped herself on the bench closest to where Danielle stood. “I just want you to be okay. Everything good with you, Dani?”

Danielle held back the urge to scoff. Lily had been her friend right from the very first day she’d started off at Silver Lake. It didn’t mean it was love and sunshine. Lily had a tendency to get jealous. It didn’t take much to rattle her. And even though it was never particularly directed at her, she still knew to be cautious.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” A smirk tugged at Danielle’s lips. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Okay…” Lily looked like she was going to say something else.

“I have a meeting scheduled with the school counselor,” Danielle’s voice cut through the air again. “Something about wanting to have a word with me.”

“Oh,” Lily blinked. “W—Well what time is it?”

The cheer queen glanced at her phone. “Right about now. God, I’m late enough as it is.”

She slammed the locker shut, sending one last glance to her friend. “How about we hang later okay? I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

She barely waited for the hum that left Lily, already speeding past the other girls and out of the auditorium.

Lily hadn’t been wrong about she being out of it. Their routine had been flawless as always, and sure, she’d made sure each jump, split and flip had been executed perfectly.

But Lily had a way of picking things out, spotting when things weren’t exactly okay. Her voice must have been tight, or maybe her posture out of its usual order. Whatever it had been, Lily had noticed.

“Hey, Orion.” A blonde jock sent her a cocky grin. “Looked pretty good back there.”

Her nose scrunched. “No shit.”

She ignored the pained look on his face at her words, her focus on making it down the hallway. It had been close to a week since that Halloween party. A week since she’d had ravaging sex with her teacher.

The memory of him whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he fucked her relentlessly slipped into her head.

It took a lot of control to hold back the warmth that threatened her face. One thing was for sure. She’d fucked up big time and she was lucky enough that no one had come to the room back then.

If somehow it got to her parents, or worse, anyone at school got to know, she’d be ruined and Vincent…

She’d been avoiding the man as best as she could. But that was easier said than done. He took one of her classes so that made it near practically impossible.

“Excuse me,” A gruff voice mumbled when he bumped shoulders with her.

“Hey,” She turned. “Watch where you’re going you f—”

The words died in her throat. It was one of the boys from that night. His brown shaggy hair and the small dust of freckles on his nose wasn’t something she could forget.

Her eyes narrowed. “You.”

“Shit,” He cursed, immediately walking away.

“I see you again, and I’ll make your life a living hell.” She yelled out at his retreating figure.

Eyes were on her, a couple taken aback by her outburst. Clicking her tongue, she began making her way to the bathroom. The last class she had was Literature. Vincent’s Class Maybe she could skip this one. Because no way in hell would she actually be able to face him.

“There you are,”

Lily slung an arm around her shoulder. “I thought you’d still be at the counselor’s.”

Danielle swallowed. “Yeah well, she seemed pretty occupied and just asked me to come back later.”

“That so?” Lily hummed out a reply. “Let’s head to class then. The bell should ring any minute now.”

“How do—”

The shrill sound of the bed cut Danielle off. She mentally scoffed. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Come on.” Lily whined, pulling her friend into their next class.

Danielle’s legs bounced lightly, her heart thrumming in nervous anticipation. With how hard it was beating, you’d think something bad was about to happen.

The moment he stepped in, her heart beat seemed to skyrocket. All the chatter and murmur died down instantly.

He was the type of teacher that shouldn’t be crossed for any reason. His eyes flicked through the class, resting on her for a fraction of a second. His gaze alone seemed to make her face burn.

Not a second later, he looked away. “I gave an assignment last week to gloss over Pride and Prejudice last week as that’s what we’ll be focusing on for this class. I want to assume you’ve done as I instructed.”

Silence.

His eyes scanned the room with silent scrutiny. “We’ll see about that. Rachel.”

The scrawny looking girl jumped out of her chair like she’d been shocked. “Yes sir.”

“Start us off with page 3,” Vincent opened his copy of the book. “Different elements were used in this book that mirror’s society of today. So, in what way does Austen use irony to criticize said society?”

“Well,” she hurriedly flipped to one of her notebooks. “The opening line itself is ironic…

Danielle zoned out the rest of what she was saying, her gaze unable to tear away from Vincent. He barely spared a glance in her direction for most part.

And in the off moment he did, his gaze only would send a wave of heat down her legs. She felt like a rabbit in heat and an absolutely dumb fool.

What image did he have of her after that night? Probably a slut who only talked big to mask the fact that she’d open her legs to just about anyone.

The shrill sound of the bed rang again. The class was over before she’d realized it.

“Conduct a deeper read into each chapter of the book,” Vincent’s voice cut through the air. “We’ll discuss Mr Darcy’s Pride and how it ends up manifesting itself towards the end of the story…in the next class. You may leave.”

The sound of shuffling filled the class as everybody moved to grab their things and leave. Lily jumped towards Danielle.

“What’d you say we go to my house?” She grinned. “There’s this new makeup collection I ordered, and I just got it yesterday. We could try it out.”

Danielle forced a smile. “Sounds like fun.”

“Miss Orion.”

She froze, slowly turning to the sound of the voice. Vincent’s eyes were characteristically cold and unreadable.

“I’d like to have a word with you.”

Lily sent her a look of pity mixed with something else. “Goodluck, Dani.”

Danielle simply nodded, watching as her friend disappeared past the door. A part of her wanted to scream for Lily to stay but it would be too weird.

Silence.

It was just her and Vincent now. Slowly, she turned to face him. As always, he still had that cold look in his eyes.

But something about the slow thrum of his fingers against the desk, and the way he casually leaned against it screamed otherwise.

“I think we’re long overdue for a conversation.”