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The Quarterback's Little s****r

... side before breaking contact and saying goodbye to their parents. Emily watched him jog back to the lockers and hoped he wouldn't be depressed about the loss for too long. She hadn't even told him about her cheerleading spot, but that could wait until later when he might be more willing to share in her excitement. - That week went by even faster than the last. It was Emily's second week of school and she was loving every minute of it. She only got to sit down to lunch with Brad once before he was off to the away game, and when she'd told him her news he had been so happy for her. She wished furiously, as he hugged her, that she might someday find somebody who cared about her the way Brad did. It turned out that Emily hadn't just been brought onto the football cheerleading team, but she'd replaced someone. Of course, it had to be Nancy. And making the team wasn't the end of it. "You know you're going to fuck this up right?" Nancy had asked, confronting Emily on the way to class one day that week. Emily wanted nothing more than to get away from her so she just kept walking. "You don't belong in my spot you little bitch." Nancy spat, obviously annoyed that Emily didn't intend to engage. "Oh and tell that second string quarterback you call your b*****r to enjoy being tended to by his s****r instead of his girlfriend... a lotta good that'll do him." Emily didn't quite understand, but she wasn't going to let Nancy talk bad about her b*****r. "The only one who's second string here ...

... is you... bitch," Emily flung the blonde's words back in her face, "you were NEVER good enough for him. You were just EASY." With that Emily turned on the path and headed into the Math & Science building. It took her a few minutes to calm down, and almost half the period to stop thinking about what Nancy had said...'tending to her b*****r.' - The away game did not go well. This time, Brad did look bad. It was like he just couldn't find his stride. He gave up one interception in the first half and one in the second. The rest of the team could have played much better, but they simply didn't have that momentum that everyone had seen driven by the star quarterback. There were whispers that Brad would be replaced if he kept playing like that, but that's all they were. There was something that Emily heard in the locker room after cheer practice one day that week that put pieces together for her. It was hard for her to believe but Nancy, whom she'd overheard, had actually made some sense. "You know why he's playing like that?" She'd been gossiping out of sight in another part of the locker room near the showers, "because he doesn't have me." "Oh come on," another girl on the team, who sounded like Tamara, laughed, "I know you two had your thing, but you weren't exactly throwing the ball for him!" "Think what you want, but he's the one who insisted that I come over on the day before the game... he said having sex helped him play better." "Yeah right," Tamara said, "that's a myth." ...