Surviving Senior Year

This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared, reposted, or redistribute without my consent. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

Content Warning: Some offensive language and mention of reluctant acts.

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Ah yes, the first day of senior year. Every girl's dream. Unless you happen to be Hailee, of course.  

Hailee had been the unpopular nerdy girl that was either picked on or flew completely under the radar. However, this past summer, Hailee hit her physical "glow-up." She had turned 18 in June and she came into the body of a beautiful young woman, but still kept the same awkwardness she had at 15.

Hailee was one of the oldest girls at her school, having to stay back a grade because she had to move around so often her sophomore year. Her best friend, Georgia, was a month older and suffered a similar fate because her dad was military. South Grove was the first place the girls had lived for a whole year without moving since Freshman year.

Hailee was 18, but wasn't in an economic position to take Driver's Ed, let alone have her own car. Luckily for the young woman, she was one of the best city cyclists in South Grove. Getting to and from school, pizza deliveries, and getting to the training gym could be an inconvenience, but easily became part of her physical fitness lifestyle.

Chaining her bike up at the rack, she saw that Georgia's bike was already there. It brought a smile to her face, because out of the 350 and some students at their school, Georgia was the only one she would call her "ride or die."

Tugging her backpack up her shoulders, Hailee took a deep breath and steeled herself. She was about to start the first day of her final year of high-school, and she was doing it as a legal adult. With all the courage she could muster, she went for the entrance and punched in the key code to unlock the door, allowing her into the school.

The school was a four-story building, with a floor for each grade. Hailee had three floors of nobody caring who she was, but as she walked the hall to the center staircase, she couldn't help but notice that she was drawing eyes to her, and they weren't judging, mocking eyes.  

Hailee had signed up to a gym as an 18th birthday present and had gone religiously over summer vacation. She and Georgia would workout together frequently, as Georgia got herself ready for track and field and Hailee had started a kickboxing class as part of her birthday present, and she hadn't missed a class since she started that June.

The girls had always been active, relying on walking and biking instead of on rides for where they wanted to go, and then adding on a summer break of working out hard, making pizza deliveries on her bike and the kickboxing classes, Hailee had developed a hell of a body, and the student body was noticing. Tightening up her diet and taking water intake seriously had also helped clear up her skin problems she had the last few years.

Hailee was starting her senior year as a babe, and while taking her classes had given her more confidence around strangers, she wasn't sure how she would be reacting around the students that had been bullying her for her entire high-school career. All she knew for sure was that at the end of the day, she could always count on Georgia.

As the young brunette crested the top of the large center staircase to put her on the "Senior Floor," she took another deep breath, her sharp hazel eyes scanning the hall for her nemeses, namely the cheer-leading squad and their leaders, "The Olivias," a pair of stuck-up and better-than-thou blondes, both named Olivia, of course.

Hailee didn't see her sworn enemies, but she did see Georgia, tall, blonde and gorgeous, waving her over.

"Morning, beautiful," Georgia teased her best friend as she pulled her into a hug. "Ready to get this year over with?"

Hailee sighed as she let Georgia go. "Yes ma'am. I'm ready to get the fuck out of here and hope college is better to us."

The locker assignments were alphabetical, meaning Hailee and Georgia were half of the long hall that stretched the entire length of the building away. Georgia was smack in the middle of the alphabet, which made her locker the perfect place to hang out before school started. However, being in the middle of the hall made them highly visible.  

"Georgia, is that a new girl?" Hailee knew that voice without even seeing the mouth it came from. Because her back was turned, she had no warning that the Olivias and their feral posse was right behind her.

Hailee turned around with a none-too satisfied expression on her clear face. "Hi, Olivias," she said, not bothering to even address them separately.  

"Ho-ly shit! Hailee? With that ass on you, I didn't even recognize you," Olivia Peterson laughed. "Good for you," the taller of the two Olivias said, trying to reach around Hailee to grab a handful of her improved asset.

"How about you don't fucking touch me?" Hailee countered, slapping the other girl's hand away. Her confidence was certainly higher than the last time she'd seen these girls.

Georgia smiled proudly at her friend's new ability to stand up for herself. She put a supportive arm on Hailee's shoulder. Despite being Hailee's best friend, Georgia wasn't without allies. She was the prettiest, and also most popular girl on the track and field team, and had good grades to match her athletic stats.

"Too bad that body you built is possessed by a dyke," the slightly shorter but curvier of the Olivias chimed in. She must have been referring to the torn blue jeans and button-up flannel shirts Hailee preferred.

"Fuck you," Hailee said with a chuckle that hid how much she wanted to hit that girl, but didn't outright deny it....

"There's no reason for that!" Georgia said, her own feathers ruffling at the way the cheerleaders prodded her friend.  

"Did you hop over the rainbow bridge too, Elsworth?" Peterson poked. "Weren't you dating a basketball player last year?"

"Bite the big one, Petey. I know you slept with him after they lost in the finals," Georgia said, wiping the corner of her mouth with an extended middle finger.

"We're not friends, so how about you take your gaggle of morons with you and leave us alone?" Hailee said, crossing her arms under her medium bust.

The Olivias shared a look, and as if on cue, flipped their hair together. "We'll be seeing you, Hailee. Don't think getting magically hot over the summer is going to make you popular. You might turn yourself into a slut, but don't mistake that for people liking you," Peterson finished with clear disdain as she and her girls moved on. Hailee didn't try to send any kind of retort.

"And that is exactly how I expected this year to start," Hailee said, pointing after them. "More bitchy confrontations in the hall and then thinking they own the school."

"I know you're Ms. Badass now with all of your kickboxing and stuff, but I'm glad you didn't try to throw hands," Georgia said, a serious tone in her voice. "You could have mopped the floor with any two of those girls, but they still outnumber us by three, and Peterson's dad is the principal. This kind of is her school...."

Hailee sighed. "Yeah, I know. Which means I'm practically a sitting duck here, and my best chance of defense is out of school." Hailee's grades were better than Georgia's, and far better than both of the Olivias. She was far from mentally helpless.

The first bell rang and Hailee knew she'd have to leave the safety of her discus and javelin-tossing friend and brave the first hour of the day alone. She had no idea who would be in her classes, except that she had Georgia for 7th hour gym and 4th hour social studies.

Heading into 1st hour pre-calculus, Hailee was beyond upset to see Olivia Dalton, the thiccer of the Olivias, and two other cheerleaders were in her homeroom.

Hailee rolled her eyes and Olivia smiled like the Cheshire cat. "Oh my God, Bestie! No way!" Olivia chittered excitedly like they were the thickest of thieves.

"No," Hailee chuckled, heading for the opposite side of the room. "Absolutely not."

Olivia and her two friends had already picked up their shit and relocated to take up the desks around Hailee. "We are going to have so much fun this semester!" Anyone watching the scene would think that some kind of odd truce had been formed and an unholy alliance between the cheerleaders and the hot jocks (Georgia and now Hailee) had formed. Hailee didn't play sports for the school, but she had a jock's body and now a rigorous training regime.

"Fuck off, Olivia," Hailee said through gritted teeth as she slid her backpack under her desk. "It's the first day and it is far too early for this bullshit."

"Ah, can't we start off our last year on good terms?" Olivia asked with all of the sincerity of a used car salesman. She reached out and started to play with a lock of Hailee's rich brunette hair.

Hailee flipped her head back the other way, almost giving herself neck strain. "God, you girls are worse than last year!"

"And you're soooo much prettier, Hailee. You did get like, actually hot over the summer. You could come for try-outs after school today," Olivia pushed, trying to play footsie with Hailee under her desk.

"There's no way," Hailee shook her head. "That'd be either me joining the Dark Side or me signing up for 100 times more bullying."

"We're not so bad," Olivia casually retorted, running her foot up Hailee's calf as the second bell rang, announcing the start of class. "Think about it. Wouldn't it be nice to finish off high-school as one of the cool kids?"

Hailee sneered as the teacher walked into the room, but she bit her tongue because she knew how Mr. Gibbons was about disruptions.  

Throughout the class, Hailee had to endure constant annoyances from Olivia and her two cheer-leading lackeys. They constantly played with her hair, tugged on her clothes, played footsie, anything they could think of to get under the taller girl's skin.  

"I hope you have 7th hour gym like I do," Olivia whispered at one point. "I want to see your new summer glow-up body without all these dyke clothes."

"Stop fucking calling me a dyke," Hailee said, her eyes making threats she was aware she wouldn't be able to cash. This Olivia was just as safe as the other, having more protection than the other students by being in the principal's good graces.

"Ladies, are we already having a problem here?" Mr. Gibbons asked, his arms crossed as he stared the girls down.

Hailee was about to boldly ask for a seat reassignment, but Olivia spoke first. "No Mr. Gibbons, everything's fine. It's my fault. Hailee and I became friends over the summer and I got excited to sit by her. It won't happen again. I don't want you to switch our seats, and I don't want Hailee in trouble."

Hailee tried to keep things down low, meaning she couldn't glare daggers at Olivia the way she wanted to. Olivia took that bullet for her, but the insidious intentions were there. Now Hailee was stuck there, being Olivia's plaything.

"That's great, but stop talking. I know syllabuses are boring, but we need to get through this."

--

The rest of the hour went like the first half, and Hailee was all too happy when the bell rang and she could get away from the cheerleaders.

When she got up to leave, Olivia stuck out a foot and tried to trip her. Junior year Hailee wouldn't have seen it, would have tripped and ate shit, but on her toes and situationally aware Hailee kicked her foot up, not only missing the trap but stomping on Olivia's foot, making the girl howl.

"Sanders, Dalton!" Mr. Gibbons growled from his desk.

"My fault, sir," Hailee took the fall this time. "I accidentally stepped on Liv's foot getting up."

Gibbons growled again, the sound matching the daggers Olivia's eyes were throwing. Before anything else could transpire, Hailee got the hell out of there and headed straight for Georgia's locker.

The fit blonde track star was already there, bending over to grab her next class's books. Before Hailee could get to her, Olivia Peterson went by and spanked Georgia's firm ass, damn near putting her head into the back of the locker.

"Physics is going to be so much fun this year, Georgie," the blonde that matched Georgia and Hailee's own height said.

Hailee brushed shoulders right into Olivia Peterson and snarled at her, and continued to her friend's side. "You okay, girl?"

"Yeah," Georgia said, rising up and rubbing her offended ass as she glared at the tall and rail-thin blonde walking away from them. "They're going after me more than last year."

"It's because we're putting up a unified front," Hailee sighed. "Dalton is in my pre-calc class and got herself and two bimbos on the seating chart around me. They were annoying as fuck and practically groping me all hour."

Georgia's mouth opened. "Dude, Peterson was doing the same shit to me, but it was just her. And I can't just go fucking Terminator on them like you can," she teased, punching Hailee's arm.

Hailee appreciated the vote of confidence, but she shrugged it off. "I've been training for three months, G, I'm not a UFC goddess."

"Well you look like one," Georgia said and ruffled Hailee's rich brunette hair, making her laugh. "You should grab your books and head to your next class. Hopefully none of the Olivias will be there."

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Hailee could breathe in some free breathes, blessed that she didn't have either Olivia in her 2nd and 3rd hour classes. Meeting up with Georgia for 4th hour social studies, she was upset to learn that Georgia had them both for 2nd and 3rd hours, and that they continued to be relentlessly annoying.

Georgia looked genuinely relieved, her facial features even relaxing as she saw Hailee already sitting but only one lone, low totem pole cheerleader in the class. That one lone cheerleader wasn't going to fuck with both Hailee and Georgia.

"I almost want to go sit by her," Hailee whispered, staring down the lone cheerleader like she was prey. "They've already declared war on us, G...."

Georgia sized up the cheerleader and just kept staring, even after the girl noticed. "Retaliation could seriously escalate this, H-Bomb. And she's practically collateral damage."

Hailee stared the cheerleader down with Georgia, and the girl was getting noticeably uncomfortable. She was clearly aware she might be paying for being in the clique she signed up with.  

The bell rang, but the teacher wasn't in yet, and the girls made a quick decision, grabbing their shit and moving in on the Latina girl.  

"Oh, fuck," she mumbled as the teacher came in, essentially locking in this new detention center for her.

"Hey, you're Becky, right? I'm Georgia, this is my bestie Hailee, but you already know us." The friendly face and voice Georgia gave did not match the "You're dead, bitch" light in her eyes.

Becky just stared at the board as the teacher started to ramble out his welcome and happy new year and blah blah blah. She was really hoping they'd leave her alone if she didn't engage. She was quickly starting to learn how Hailee and Georgia usually felt.

Like a cat, Hailee kept an eye on the teacher as she slowly leaned out of her desk and over to push one of Becky's books to the floor. "Oh my bad, girl. Did I do that?"

Georgia leaned over from her side and pushed off another. "We're just so clumsy," she said in a forced giggle.  

Becky closed her eyes and tried to keep her anger in check as Hailee leaned over further, right to Becky's ear. "We can keep this shit up all fucking year, Gomez."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked as soon as the teacher started speaking again, using his own voice as cover for her to speak. "I actually like you two," she paused, waiting for more noise, then kept on, "but if I back off the Olivias will brutalize me."

Hailee and Georgia shared glances, actually feeling for Becky. She was in a rock and a hard place, but Hailee and Georgia had had enough of taking the cheer squad's shit since they moved to South Grove, and their fight had to start somewhere, even if it was with a satellite cheerleader and not an Olivia themselves..  

"That's a conundrum, Bex. If you were us, what would you do?" Hailee questioned.

Becky closed her eyes again and sighed. "If it were 2 v. 1, I would do what you two are doing," she admitted boldly. "I'll remember this the next time I'm involved in doing something to either of you."

"Remember how? Empathetically or vengefully?" Georgia asked, her eyes on the board and not the stunning cheerleader as they kept playing verbal chess.

"Yes," Becky answered back, braving to glare at the blonde on her side, and then the brunette fighter on the other side. "I'd call truce if I could."

"I bet you would, Bex. For what it's worth, I don't want to do this, either, but Georgia and I didn't start this war," she said as she grabbed Becky's own water bottle and poured it down the front of her shirt, making her gasp.

"Ms. Gomez?" the teacher asked, finally alerted to their side of the room.

"Becky, since when do you ever spill? You're one of the most coordinated people I know!" Hailee said, hiding her tracks. The few students that did witness what actually happened knew mob rules enough to keep their mouths shut.

Luckily for Becky, she didn't have the t-shirt and bra combo to have a one-person wet t-shirt contest, but a slap was still a slap. Georgia and Hailee knew they'd pay for what they did to an underling, but they had to fire a shot somewhere.

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The comeuppance reared its head at the end of gym class when everyone had gone home, Georgia had left early to make track practice, and it was Hailee left in the locker room. She had gotten out of her regular school gym clothes and just changed into her leggings and sports bra she much preferred for open gym.   

That's when the locker room opened again and the Olivias, along with Becky, entered. Hailee was trapped.  

Hailee let out a sigh and stood up, finishing tying her hair into the dual braid look she had picked up from one of the older girls at her kickboxing classes. "Take a minute to think about this," Hailee said, taking a defensive stance with hands up. "You've got me three to one, but what shape are your pretty faces going to be in for next cheer practice?"

The girls stopped mid step, taking in a look at Hailee's hardened physique and the evidence of her training, the knuckle conditioning she needed to be a fighter was visible in nicked knuckles and calluses on her fists. She had even started thinking about competing in level scaled bouts not too far down the road.  

"We don't want to fight, but we can't let what you and Georgia did to Becky go unanswered," Peterson said, crossing her arms over her small breasts. "So what's it gonna be? Are you gonna take your punishment now, while it's just us, or are you going to make this public and a lot worse for you?"

"Public?" Hailee asked, tilting a thick dark eyebrow and switching her stance to hands on her hips, one hip jutting out.  

"Yeah. My preferred plan is we rush you, strip you naked and throw your gym rat ass out onto the basketball court in front of everyone."

Hailee blinked a few times and shook the image out of her head. "I'd rather die. What's plan B?"

"Plan B is you apologize to Becky right now, and you show us how sorry you are," Peterson the ring leader said.

Hailee sighed but knew this was easily the best road to take. "I'm sorry, Becky. I retaliated against you for things the Olivias have done to me, and that's not fair."

Becky blinked a few times and the anger left her face. Hailee swore Becky was about to accept the apology, but Olivia Dalton put her hand over Becky's nice bust.  

"Sweet words, but you have to show her you're sorry," the shorter blonde pushed.

Hailee rolled her eyes but closed the distance between her and Becky. Keeping her eyes on Becky's chocolate brown ones, Hailee fell to her knees and looked up at the pretty Latina, and clasped her hands like in prayer. "I am truly sorry for pouring that water down the front of your shirt. You didn't deserve that."

"Thanks, Hailee. I know you don't actually ha..." Becky got cut off by Peterson.

"Stop telling her how sorry you are and fucking show it. I've cheated off your papers so I know you're not fucking stupid. Did you lose your brain when you got hot? Kiss her feet!" Peterson demanded.

Hailee refused to acknowledge the existence of the Olivias as much as she could, making long eye contact with Becky, and then lowered her head, damn near prostrating herself to kiss Becky's shoes. She was going to stand back up but felt a shoe between her shoulder blades.

"I didn't hear Becky tell you to stop," Hailee heard Dalton this time.  

"Hailee, you can stop!" Becky shouted, pushing Olivia off and Hailee stood up as soon as she felt the foot move.  

Hailee grabbed Peterson by the front of her shirt and pushed her against the gym lockers, making her shriek. "Becky, get outside!" Hailee barked, her fist raised by her head, making Peterson flinch and look away while Dalton just stood completely shocked like she was witnessing an armed robbery.

Fear was all over Peterson's face and she nearly pissed herself when Hailee's fist hit the metal right behind her. "Do not follow us," Hailee said, her voice low and dangerous. "I know I can take on just the two of you." She backed out of the locker room with her backpack on one shoulder, and was surprised to see Becky was waiting.

Hailee took off out of the gym with Becky right behind her. "You're following me," she pointed out to the much shorter girl trailing behind.

"I just stood up to the Olivias. I pushed one of them! If I don't stick with you, I'm dead meat!" Becky spelled out her position to the pissed off and humiliated brunette.

Hailee huffed but didn't stop walking towards the school's exit. "What do you want me to do? You want to hang out with me and Georgia or something?"

"Yes." Becky's instant reply caught Hailee off guard, making her stop. "I'm dead serious. You and Georgia are the only ones fighting back and the Olivias are such fucking bitches that I can't stand it anymore. But if I don't stick with you and Elsworth, I'm an easier target than you two because I'll be completely alone."

The logic Becky spoke mixed with the valid fear she voiced, and Hailee turned around to look down at the girl, Hailee being a half foot taller. "Alright, but I swear to God if you're a trap...."

"I'm not a trap. Me shoving Olivia off of you was not an act, was not planned. I swear, Hailee. I seriously want to switch teams," Becky urged, her big brown eyes pleading.

"Okay, fine," Hailee gave in and went back to the exit doors.

"Wait... what are you up to right now?" Becky asked anxiously, right on Hailee's cute tail again.

Hailee scrunched her brows and looked over her shoulder as she headed to the bike racks. "Uh... I was going to workout, but you saw how that went, so I'm going for a ride... and thanks, by the way... for helping me."

Becky flashed Hailee a genuine smile, and Hailee found the corners of her mouth curling up. "Could we maybe hangout? I was supposed to hang with the squad today, but...."

Hailee chuckled. "Sure, Bex. Georgia might catch up with us after track, but it'll be just us for a while."

"That's fine," Becky nodded. "I'm cool with that. What do you wanna do? You mentioned going for an extra bike ride? I have a bike at my place."

Hailee giggled as she unlocked her street bike and pulled it out from the rack. "You want to go for a bike ride with me?" she asked, sounding suspicious. "Isn't that a dyke thing to do or something?"

Becky sagged her shoulders and her whole body deflated. "I would never say that, Hailee. I let the Olivias do the talking for a reason. And I'm done being complicit. If you are a lesbian... that's cool."

Hailee just scoffed and quirked that dark brow again. "Where the fuck is everyone coming up with I'm lesbian? Is it really the flannel? Tons of girls - straight girls - wear flannel!" 

"It might also be the kickboxing thing," Becky added as she dug out her car keys from her purse. "If we put my back seats down, we can fit your bike in," she said, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, cool. Let's do that, then we'll just go for a ride from your place," Hailee offered, readily accepting the change of discussion.

--

"Goddamn, that was a ride!" a sweaty, heavily panting Becky said as the two girls pulled back in front of her house.

"Right? Great way to get around, and a kick ass workout," Hailee said with a beaming smile, equally sweaty. "Great job on keeping up. I barely had to slow down at all," she said teasingly.

"Don't patronize me!" Becky said, sounding actually upset, but then followed it up with a laugh. "For real, thanks for letting me come, Hailee. This was a lot of fun, and it was nice to hang and not just... be ugly about people we don't like for hours."

Hailee's smile slowly dropped. "You really don't belong with the Olivias, do you, Becky?" 

Becky shook her head and looked at the green grass of her yard. "No, but I've always wanted to be a cheerleader since my mom got me little dance videos to exercise to because I was pudgy when I was little. I was so excited to make the team when I started high school, but the Olivias made it clear it was their squad, so I either had to quit cheer or join them, or face what you do. I've finally decided it's time to be a big girl."

Hailee looked down at Becky with an endearing smile and cupped her chin. "I'm really sorry now for pouring that water on you, Becky. I think I'll like being friends with you. And it sounds like you're aware of what you're in for, aligning with me and Georgia."

Becky smiled softly, looking up at Hailee's warm hazel eyes. "The Olivias are right about one thing... you did get seriously hot," Becky said, letting her eyes roam over Hailee's still sweat sheened body.

Hailee laughed, her eyes twinkling and her nose scrunching, making her even cuter to Becky. "Shut up," she said through an adorkable laugh. "We actually live pretty close, so I'll just take a leisurely ride home. I need to shower and eat, too."

Becky kept looking at Hailee, like she wanted to ask something but was afraid to. Hailee looked at Becky expectantly, her hands on her hips, still straddling her bike seat as Becky got off hers and leaned it down on her yard.

"Hailee... are-are you actually, um, do you like girls?" Becky asked, fidgeting with her hands and looking anywhere but at Hailee's stunned face.

"Uhm, I mean... I think girls can be really pretty. And I like how they smell good and how they're all soft and stuff. But I like guys, too," she said, well aware that she hadn't outright denied it. "Why?" It was Hailee's turn to be a little anxious.

Becky swallowed roughly and put her hand on Hailee's, now that it was resting on a curved handlebar again. She licked her thick, plush lips. "Well, I was kind of hoping you might be interested in... erm..."

Hailee smiled and rolled her eyes before leaning in and kissing Becky on her full lips. She thought it was just going to be a sweet peck, but then Becky kissed her back, cradling her face.

After a blissful, toe curling moment, the girls pulled back. "Wow," Becky giggled, her fingers on her tingling lips. "I never kissed a girl before. I liked that." With the way she smiled and her eyes were twinkling, Hailee had no problem believing it.

"Want to hear a secret?" the taller girl asked, leaning back in again, "Neither have I." Hailee kissed Becky again before straightening back up. "I liked it, too."

Hailee's lips were still tingling, making her giggle. "I should go home. Today was... today was definitely a day," she laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Becky smiled, her cheeks red. "I'm glad today happened, even if we have to pay for it tomorrow," Becky said with a sigh. "If the Olivias kill me, at least I kissed a cute girl before I go out."

Hailee rolled her eyes. "So over-dramatic," she giggled. "Okay, now stop being adorable so I can get home and shower before I start to stink."

"I don't have extra clothes but you could shower and stay for dinner? It's my parents' date night so it'd be just us. They usually don't come back till like after midnight"

Hailee squinted at Becky for a moment, trying to gauge her motives, but Becky just seemed genuine, and like she couldn't get enough of having an actual friend, one that wasn't based on just surviving or talking shit about people they didn't like.

"Alright, Bex. I'll trust you not to give me food poisoning," Hailee teased and laid her bike down next to Becky's and grabbed her backpack from the car. "I don't know what I'll wear after my shower, though."

"Just wear a towel till your exercise stuff is dry," Becky said, practically skipping to the front door while Hailee just shook her head with a laugh as Becky unlocked the door and let them in.

"My room's up here, and you can use the en suite bathroom to shower," she said.  

"Becky, this house is seriously gorgeous," Hailee said as she followed her hostess down the small plantation style house.  

"Thanks," Becky smiled over her shoulder. "My mom is a really good accountant and my dad has the biggest landscaping and development business in South Grove."

Hailee's eyes popped. "I can't believe I didn't connect the dots. Your dad owns Gomez Building and Landscape!"

Becky nodded. "Yup! I don't dress super fancy because I just like ripped jeans and tees, but my family has way more money than the Olivias," she giggled. "Well this is my room," Becky said, opening a white door and ushering Hailee in.

"Girl, this room is seriously cute, and I adore how many stuffies you have all over."

Becky smiled even brighter. "Most of the squad tells me to grow up, but I don't think I can have too many plushies."

Hailee turned to face Becky again, a soft warmth, almost a feeling of belonging on her face. "Bex, you are way too good of a soul to be with the cheerleaders."

Becky's smile dropped to an adorable pout, and she looked like she might cry. "I know I am," she whispered. "I just needed the right friend group to get out of there."

Hailee closed the small distance between them, kicking out of her sneakers and letting her feet feel the fluffy carpet through her ankle-cut socks. She reached out and cupped Becky's heart-shaped chin again.  

"I'm glad we're on the same side now, Bex." For the third time, Hailee leaned down and captured Becky's lips, but this time Becky held Hailee's head, threading her fingers through Hailee's sweat-drying hair, making the fighter-in-training moan.

They didn't break the kiss so easily this time, letting their wet, soft tongues out to play this time, colliding and caressing each other.

Hailee and Becky moaned into each other's mouths, and Hailee let her hands hold onto Becky's supple hips, holding her there, but Becky didn't plan on going anywhere.

Becky tried to break away for a breath, but Hailee wouldn't let her, and sucked on her tongue while Becky inhaled through her nose and then went back into the kiss, sucking on Hailee's bottom lip while she took in a needed breath.

Hailee sighed at the loss of Becky's hands in her hair, but melted when she felt them on her abs, running over her ribs and then her thumbs were teasing the bottom of Hailee's sports bra.  

"Becky..." Hailee growled warningly against the small Latina's lips.

"Can I?" Becky asked, looking up from under her long black lashes. "It's okay if you say no."

Hailee took in a little breath and then chuckled. "What the hell. Go for it." She lifted her arms and shook her head as Becky's face exploded in anticipation. She pulled up on Hailee's sport's bra, letting the taller girl's admirable tits spill out.

"You're so pretty, Hailee," Becky gushed and massaged her breasts without asking as Hailee tossed the sports bra by the door. The much taller girl didn't complain, but sighed contently and wrapped her arms around Becky, palming the other girl's juicy ass.

"I know the Olivias started a campaign to paint me as South Grove's biggest dyke, but I've never actually done this before, Becky," Hailee admitted into the crown of the other girl's head. "I'm just as new to this as you are, in case you didn't figure that out from when I said you were my first girl kiss," she laughed awkwardly, knowing she was rambling.

"That's okay. We can learn together," she said encouragingly before flicking one of Hailee's nipples with her tongue, making Hailee reflexively straighten her back.  

"Bex, I haven't showered yet! I'm still sweaty," Hailee pointed out.

Becky just giggled and shook her head. "I know, silly. I kind of like it. You taste salty, and it's good," she said and licked around Hailee's other nipple.

While Hailee towered over Becky, she grabbed the girl's chin and made her look up. "I swear to Christ if this is a trap...."

"It's not a trap. I promise it's not a trap. Nobody is going to burst in with phone cameras. Here, I'll get naked first," Becky said in a rush as she stepped away from Hailee and stripped out of her own sports bra, leggings and bikini cut panties, leaving the curvy but fit as fuck Latina completely bare to Hailee's eyes.

"Wow," Hailee said, blinking as she took in the short drink of water. "Becky, you're stunning," was all she could think to say, her mouth going dry. Her eyes slowly rolled down Becky's body until they settled between her thick thighs. "Yeah, I definitely like girls, too," Hailee chuckled.

"Now is it your turn?" Becky asked with a pleased smile. "Can I undress you?"

Hailee giggled at Becky's enthusiasm. "Sure. Knock yourself out," she encouraged as she stood there with her hands in her long wavy hair, massaging her own scalp as Becky moved in again and went back to lick and suck on Hailee's dusky pink, hardened nipples.

Eager fingers grabbed the elastic of Hailee's leggings and panties and yanked them down at the same time, and Becky squatted down, going with them. She smiled and whistled when she was face to face with Hailee's sweaty pussy and thin, dark landing strip.

"If you lay on the bed, I'd love to keep experimenting, Hailee," Becky said, her voice low and husky.

"Okay," Hailee said, nodding with a smile. "You want to play around with me first?" she asked, a little surprised.

"Yes please," Becky nodded excitedly. "I want to touch you, maybe see what you taste like, hear what cute little noises you make."

Hailee was used to being such a serious and stoic person, from trying not to be so easily bullied to taking her training seriously. She wasn't expecting this cheerleader she had just befriended to make her giggle so easily.

Ready to please, Hailee crawled onto Becky's big soft bed, and Becky took the chance to playfully smack Hailee's ass, making her giggle again.

Hailee laid down, her head resting easily on Becky's mountain of plush pillows, which also let her look down the plain of her body to see what Becky was doing.

Becky, in her fully naked glory, tits dangling tantalizingly, was crawling up the bed, kissing her way up Hailee's lightly tanned, muscular thighs as she went.

"How have I never realized how beautiful you are, Becky?" Hailee asked, her voice sounding almost wounded by her oversight.

Becky giggled and brushed her long black hair back over her ear. "Because before now, every time I've been around you, you've been in fight or flight mode, and that makes it hard to appreciate the little things."

Hailee let Becky's words seep into her as she enjoyed the feelings of lips on her inner thighs, on her hips and pelvis, but Becky was purposefully avoiding where Hailee needed her most.

"Becky, please don't tease me. I am not a patient girl," Hailee said, trying to push down on Becky's head to keep her on target.  

Becky giggled but kept kissing her way up Hailee's toned physique, kissing her belly button, each of her ribs and up between her breasts. "Good things come to those who wait," Becky continued to tease before licking Hailee's neck, up to her ear. "And I plan on being very good to you, Hailee," she purred and kissed Hailee's supple lips, leaning on one arm so she could tease Hailee's puffy outer lips before going for the golden pot.

Hailee moaned and arched her back as she felt another person's fingers on her slick labia for the first time. "Oh fuck," she groaned, not checking her volume, remembering that Becky's parents were still gone for hours.

"That's right, baby," Becky cooed, kissing her again, running her fingers up and down Hailee's slit. "This is how I like to touch myself," she whispered.

Hailee's brain re-entered her head and she reached out to run her fingers over Becky's shapely hip, feeling the sloping curve of her perfect ass. "You're... you're so fucking gorgeous," she moaned as she kneaded Becky's globes in her hand.

Becky smiled against Hailee's neck and finally inserted a finger into her new friend's virgin wetness. "You're so wet, Hailee! Oh my God!" Becky giggled and moved her finger around, enjoying the way it made Hailee's breathing hitch.  

Hailee couldn't speak anymore. She grabbed onto Becky's ass and practically held on for her life as she was subjected to the most ecstatic feelings she had ever experienced. "Becky... God!" she managed to push out as the breathtaking cheerleader slid a second finger into her.

"You look so pretty taking my fingers, Hailee. I love watching you like this. I want to watch you let go," Becky coached, her lips brushing Hailee's but not letting her use a kiss to muffle her sounds of arousal.

"I'm gonna... oh God, Becky, you're gonna... fuck I'm going to cum!" Hailee cried, and Becky rolled off of her so her back could fully arch. She kept screaming out as Becky's hand rode with Hailee's hips, relentlessly fingering the other girl now, the experimental and easy fingering replaced with vigor and enthusiasm.  

Hailee was quickly getting overstimulated as Becky kept mercilessly fingering her, not caring how loud Hailee was, and that she was trying to crawl away.  

"I won't stop. Not till you beg me to stop," Becky said, a delighted smile on her face as she turned Hailee, a strong girl used to fighting her bullies, into a reduced to crying, speechless puddle of pussy juice and jerking nerves.

"Becky... please... I can't... no more!" Hailee cried as she thrashed around, her cunt absolutely soaked and running. Finally Becky let her go and slid her fingers out, licking the excess arousal off.

"You do taste good," Becky hummed happily, and pushed on Hailee's nearly lifeless body, repositioning the bigger girl back onto the now scattered pillows.  

Hailee rolled over and braced herself on her forearms, her ass up in the air as she started to breathe regularly again. "Jesus, Bex. There's no way that you've never... FUCK!" she screamed out again as she finally got the mouth she asked for on her pussy.

Becky's hot and wet tongue laved all over Hailee's honeyed cunt and went to work licking up the mess between her legs that they'd made together. Even when her own sheen was gone, Becky kept licking, stabbing her tongue deep into Hailee's core, making the other girl's eyes go back and forth between bugging out and screwing shut as she kept opening and closing her mouth, her breathing shifting between ragged and deep as Becky switched her tempos at will. She didn't stop until Hailee came a second time, but this time it was right into Becky's mouth, and she happily drank all of Hailee's gush down.

Hailee fell down to the bed again, and this time Becky cuddled next to her. "I have a confession to make; you are the first girl I've kissed, but I've fingered and eaten pussy before. This is the first time I've wanted to, though," she said sadly, and Hailee found herself fighting against her jellied limbs to roll on her side and pull Becky into her.

"The Olivias are ugly, Hailee, and if they can't find someone to pick on, they'll choose a target in the squad, and it was usually me. They've made me... pleasure them, in the locker room, on the field if no one was around, when we've hung out in one of their houses. That's where I learned to do that. I promise you, though, that I did that to you because I wanted to, and it was so nice to do that to someone I think deserves it."

Hailee held Becky tight and rubbed her back and her long black hair as Becky breathed in deeply. "I'm sorry, Becky. I had no idea the Olivias could be so brutal to their own. Georgia and I will never treat you like that."

"I know, Hailee, and that's why I want to be with you two. I don't care what they try to do to us, but I just want real friends." Becky broke and Hailee could feel her sobbing against her chest.  

"Don't cry, Becky. Me and Georgia have you now. We'll stand together and make sure we're harder to get to. Safety in numbers. We've never had that before. We'll get out of this year alive, we'll get away from the Olivias, and we'll all be okay."