John, Max, Lucy and I all dressed in jeans, shirts and tennis shoes. Comfy and able to fight any one with out restriction, not that we will fight anyone today but we all decided that if this war is escalating its time to put aside fashion for flexibility.

We left Susan and her body guards at my house, waiting for us to return after school with a certain blond hair blue eyed young Lesbike who doesn’t know she’s a Lesbike. Sighing we made our way to the gym; school didn’t start for at least another forty five minutes.

“Guys wait,” I placed my hand on Max’s who was just about to open the door to the gym where music was blaring signaling the cheerleaders hard at work.

“What is it Ash?” Lucy questioned with a raised eye brow.

“Let me go in by my self,”

“Is that such a good idea?” John scratched his head glancing around to his friends.

“Yea I don’t know about that Ash, I mean with Madison knowing that we know about Spencer she’s sure to have a fight ready to go.”

“True but look if we keep going in and making Spencer stay away from those thugs will never have her on our side, she’ll keep running off to them. Just let me deal with her okay?” I pulled out the big round puppy dog eyes and pout which works well on gay girls, straight boys and with the added moister to look like I was going to cry gay guys as well.

“Fine god suck the pout back in,” Lucy held up a cross made from her fingers and every laughed.

Taking a deep breath I whipped open the doors and walked in. My mouth felt like it hit the floor; the whole cheerleading team was dancing and grinding to the beat of the music. Short shorts, skimpy shirts, bouncing breasts, sweat glistening off every pore, God why did Spencer have to give me a wet dream last night this is only making me hornier.

Spencer saw me enter, her movements stiffened while fear flickered in her ocean blue eyes. I had to play this just right or we’d lose her. Mustering enough courage I gave her a shy smile and continued toward them but instead of stopping anything I sat up in the bleachers watching. Spencer smiled at me and her moves loosened up and if I can’t get to a bathroom before first period I would be doomed to wait three hours until lunch…nah I’m just going to skip because there is no way I’m going to be in class wet and aroused.