Psycho Bitch

“One, two, three, four, we are wildcats, so we’ll kick their asses a little more!!” we all chanted, while dancing around in the gym.

“Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, ‘So we’ll kick their asses a little bore?'” she asked, strolling up a bit.

I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. “For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I’ve been practicing this routine for weeks now.”

“Uh huh, well, let’s try that again,” she suggested, getting back into position.

“You fucking stupid bitch, you think just because you are the cheer captain, you can just be Cunt-zilla?” I muttered under my breath, while getting into my starting stance.

I moved my arms up and down and all around, just as the routine was.

“Hannah, are you taking this seriously at all?” she inquired, looking towards me again.

“Yes, I am!” I yelled, gawking at her. “That’s why I’ve worked on my moves every single day for over two months now. Dare I ask: why are you such a tart?”

“Well, cut your shitty attitude and just try to attempt this simple routine. You wave your arms, kick and chant,” she told me, strolling towards me.

Then she stopped in front of me and glared. “Its really that simple, but I’m just thinking your only goal here is to piss me off. Am I wrong?” she wondered, with her hands on her hips.

I bit my teeth and clenched my fists. “Here is a better question: why am I the only one that you grind your ax with? Just because you are really popular, Miss Perfect? Now you think you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I asked, getting in her face.

“You got your long blonde hair, perky tits and everything else here. Popularity isn’t enough, you need to take shits on the not so attractive ladies?” I questioned, checking out her body and feeling it a bit too.

“I’m no worse than any of these ladies, but yet you just wanna bite my head off for what fucking reason exactly?!” I snapped, stomping my feet.

“What is wrong with you, Hannah? Are you having a breakdown?”

We just glared at each other for a moment with our eyebrows down.

“Did you hear a damn word I said? No, you just hear whatever you want to hear. I guess you have that body talking and listening for you, huh?” I inquired, shaking my head.

I peeked at the other ladies. “No one can even look at me? No one else wants to say anything? Shawna, Tina, Stacy? Not even you, Barb? Nothing?” I asked, putting my arms up.

I sighed. “Well, it appears that I’m a woman without a country here,” I pointed out, looking at everyone. 

“Just sit down for ten minutes, Hannah. When you are done with your mishap, you can come back and continue practicing.”

I studied her face. “Obviously, I haven’t gotten through to you.”

“Well, just try to comprehend what’s going on here. You are freaking out because you are fucking up the routine.”

I put my hand up. “You know what, screw this bullshit, and fuck you too, Miranda, I quit!!” I roared, flipping her off.

I paraded myself towards the locker room. “Oh, shit, Miranda, I’m not walking like a lady. You better chase me down and chop off my head with that ax again,” I wailed, waving my arms around and shaking my ass while pounding the floor with each step.

I went right to the locker room and got to my locker. “Wow, what a hussy. I mean damn, every single day of practice, I just wanna rip my ears off so I don’t have to hear her gripe. Why the hell didn’t I just quit weeks ago?” I questioned myself before I unzipped my cheerleader uniform.

I slipped out of it and threw it in the locker.

I put my palms onto the wall and took a deep breath. “Calm down, woman. Don’t let her make your heart just explode. Do not let that cunt win.”

After a moment of resting, I unhooked my bra, slid my panties down and stuck them into my locker. I strolled over to the towel rack and snatched one. I wrapped it around my waist and ambled to the showers. I went to the one towards the back and threw the towel to the side.

I turned the shower on and let it hit my tits and stomach. “Yes, wash away the stank of the smelly witch. I’m not gonna let it get onto me again.”

I became soaked in about a minute and then I heard footsteps.

I glanced over at the entrance to the showers. “You have got to be kidding me, I can’t win here, cunt-zilla is everywhere,” I chuckled faintly, hitting my head softly.

She had a towel wrapped around her covering her tits down to her upper legs. She looked right back at me with her eyebrows down, but said nothing.

‘Nothing to say, witch? Are you just gonna look at me as if I’m just a naked stranger in a public locker room? Even after that scene?’

I was about to open my mouth, but I bit my tongue. ‘No, she’s not worth it.’

She took off the towel and dropped it. 

‘That figures, she has big melons, a flat stomach, broad shoulders and a short haired patch on her pussy. I mother fucking hate to admit it, but she is quite enticing,’ I thought, examining her body.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she told me, roaming towards the other end of the shower area.

She halted and turned a shower on.

I moved my head back towards my shower and slanted it down too. “How does a major floozy like her get a body like that? Where the fuck is the justice in this world?” I whispered.

I kept my head down for a moment, but then brought it back up. I glimmered back towards her and saw her washing herself. I licked my lips as I couldn’t seem to look away.

“Shit,” I hissed, clenching my fists. “Quit fucking looking at that wench,” I mumbled, forcing myself to look away.

My right hand dropped to my slit and I actually felt my juice flowing out. “I know that’s not shower water. Son of a bitch, how is this happening to me?” I grumbled, lowering my head again.

I just rubbed my arms and legs repeatedly, while trying not to peek at her. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why is my twat leaking out cum?” I moaned through my teeth.

I felt as if my blood flow just halted suddenly and I began breathing rather loudly too. After about another five minutes, she turned off her shower. I kept my eyes off her the best I could and then I heard footsteps.

I couldn’t help, but to lean my head back up.

I saw her standing about five feet in front of me with her towel wrapped around her waist. “Who is starring now, slut?” I inquired.

“I don’t sleep around, I have respect for myself, thank you very much,” she let me know, with her hands on her hips.

“Just no respect for me,” I pointed out, turning off the shower. “You’ve proven that. Being a tart to me and then trying to make me sound nuts in front of everyone,” I explained, before I took my eyes off her and grabbed my towel.

I wrapped it around my waist and began walking.

As I strolled past her, she snatched my arm. “What the fuck, Miranda? Let go of my arm, you tramp!”

Her lips parted and she ogled my breasts. She licked her lips for a few seconds, but then her eyes moved to my face as I was about six inches shorter than her.

“What? Tired of looking at yourself naked? You need to check out the brunette with only shoulder length hair and smaller tits, that you take a shit on everyday?” I wondered, forcing my arm back.

I just gaped at her face for a few more seconds as she examined my breasts. “You have nice tits that perfectly fit your body, Hannah.”

“You are the insane one here,” I declared, before I stomped back towards my locker and took my towel off.

I pulled out my bra and panties and put them both on.

As I hooked my bra, I saw a shadow in front of me that wasn’t my own. “What do you want, Miranda? I’m off the squad, that’s all I can imagine you wanted,” I asked, grabbing my shirt.

“Oh, a sexy silk dark blue bra and panty set,” she commented, as her hand came onto my shoulder. “You are quite sexy, Hannah.”

I pushed her hand off my shoulder. “What game are you playing with me?” I questioned, turning around.

“Nothing,” she replied, untying her towel. “I’m just appreciating the body of a ravishing woman.”

As she stood completely naked in front of me, I immediately felt a few drops of cum falling down both of my legs.

“Let me guess, you are turned on by me. Although, you can’t stand it, because I’m such a bitch. Am I right? You have to be attracted to me, why else would you keep peeking at me in the showers?”

She closed the gap between us to only a few inches. “Touch them if you want or maybe you want me to touch your tits. Maybe we can feel each other up, what do you say?”

I shook and bit my lip. ‘She has gotta be screwing with me.’

“Get the hell away from me, Miranda!” I shouted, pushing her away on her stomach.

I put on my shirt and shorts as she just eyeballed me.