Page 55 of Bad for Me

Loss can do funny things to people, and when my mom lost the baby, she stopped caring about a lot of things. Even herexistingfamily.

“Hey girl!” I pulled her into a quick hug. She was smoking hot but had a reputation around here. Everyone knew who Harper was. “Thanks for agreeing to run with me this early…I know Liv is basically comatose this early in the day.”

“Yep, and even if she was awake, she wouldn’t be working out.”

We both laughed, the tension of unfamiliarity dissipating. Harper was a sweet girl, and I was glad to have people here I already knew.

“How’s everything with that guy…was it Friday? Was that his name?”

She blushed as we walked, looking down at her sneakers. “It’s a long story. Maybe another day. How are you liking it here?”

Her question just made me think of Ava’s face and how badly I wanted to know her…get to know her.

What did she smell like? What panties did she like to wear? I bit my lip, my thoughts stealing from the conversation in front of me altogether.

What did her cum taste like? What did her face look like when she orgasmed?

“Mary? Did you hear me?”

I unfocused my eyes and looked at her. “No, sorry.”

“I need to change, then we can hit the track field.”

Harper was a second-year student, so she knew her way around. I didn’t want to follow along like a puppy, so instead I acted like I knew exactly where I was headed. “Oh yeah, me too.”

The locker rooms at the school were a decent size, and I scanned the lines of lockers and benches scattered throughout, leading to a large room full of curtained shower stalls.

After I changed into my shorts and a ripped Ozzy T-shirt, I found Harper seated on one bench closest to the exit.

“Ready?”

I nodded.

I am ready and welcoming to it all.

* * *

“Cheer squad,huh? What made you decide to go that route?” Harper asked, after a few quiet laps around the fenced in track.

My ponytail bounced behind me, and my cheeks burned in the chilly air.

What would I say? Because the cheer coach was fascinating, domineering, and beautiful? That I kind of obsessed over people who were beautiful?

I swallowed hard. “Just trying something new. My mom suggested it, and I want her to be happy.”

Jesus, Mary, two lies in a row. Hard to break old patterns, huh?

Harper huffed a little, slowing down and wiping her forehead with the back of her arm. “Wow, that’s great. I’m sure you will make her proud. Just be wary…”

I stopped jogging.“Wary? Wary of what? Male-cheerleaders?” I laughed.

Harper placed her hands on her hips, regaining her breath.

“No…of Coach Kelly. There’s lots of rumors about herandher husband getting a littletoo friendlywith their students.”

I smiled, and twenty different scenarios rushed through my brain. Her words spinning out dark, twisted fantasies.

Too friendly.

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