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Cheerleader Confession

Dylan sighed as he turned into Columbine. He couldn’t help but think about how perfect you were. You were his dream girl, but you didn’t know he existed. He prepared himself to put on his mask before his friends caught on that there was something wrong.

He parked his car, got out, and got his book bag from the back seat. Today was going to be a long day.

As he walked into the school, he heard someone call his name.

“Dylan! Dylan wait up!” came the voice.

He turned around to see you running up to him.

His face flushed red at seeing you running at him, your perky breasts bouncing up and down.

“Hey,” you said, coming to a stop in front of him, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Dylan asked. He couldn’t believe you were talking to him. You were a cheerleader and was wearing the uniform to school today because it was gameday.

“I was just wondering if you were going to come to the game tonight?” you asked, a big smile was on your face.

“No, I never go.” Dylan responded. He became confused and began to suspect that this was a prank that the jocks had set up.

“Oh,” your face fell, “Well you should definitely come today. I’d like it if you came as my date.”

Dylan’s expression was one of disbelief. This had to be a prank. There is no way you would want him.

“That’s not funny,” Dylan said, “Did your jerk friends put you up to this?”

You shook your head no.

“I’m already really embarrassed asking you that but I really like you. I’ve liked you since freshman year.” You admitted. You clasped your hands behind your back and looked at him in the eyes.

You looked as innocent and sweet as you always had.

Dylan blushed, “I like you too.”

You smiled, and reached forward to hug him. You squeezed Dylan, and laughed.

“I’m so happy I could die,” You mumbled into his shoulder.

Dylan put his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I agree.”