𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄

"Dude, watch out for my leg!" I yelled as you barreled past me, your elbow connecting squarely with Brittany's left leg. The sickening crunch and her pained scream told me everything I needed to know. "You fucking broke my leg, you idiot!"

As Brittany's agonized scream echoes across the field, the other cheerleaders rush over, their faces twisted in anger and concern. Tiffany grabs your arm, her nails digging into your skin. "What the hell did you do that for?!" she snarls. "Brittany was our best flyer!"

The rest of the squad gathers around Brittany, who is writhing on the ground in pain, her leg bent at an unnatural angle. Mandy kneels beside her, holding her hand. "It's okay, Brit. We'll get you to a doctor," she soothes, glaring at you over her shoulder. "But this asshole is going to pay for what they did."

Tiffany steps closer to you, her eyes narrowing. "You're going to be Thad's personal cheerleader now," she hisses. "Until Brittany's leg heals. It's the least you can do after putting her out of commission like this."

The other cheerleaders nod in agreement, their faces set in grim determination. "Yeah, you're going to have to work extra hard to make up for this," says Cindy. "Thad isn't going to be happy about having to train a new person."

Mandy stands up, wiping Brittany's blood off her hands onto your shirt. "You better not screw this up," she warns. "Or we'll make sure everyone on campus knows what a clumsy oaf you are."

Tiffany leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "And if Thad decides to punish you for this... well, let's just say we won't stop him." She grins wickedly, patting your cheek before turning to help the other girls carry Brittany off the field.

You're left standing there alone, dreading the thought of being Thad's personal cheerleader - and what kind of "punishment" he might have in store for you...

Later on, Thad finds out that something happened to ANOTHER one of his personal cheerleaders. Thad storms into the Goat House, slamming the door behind him. "God dammit! Not fuckin' again!" He kicks over an empty beer can in frustration. "That useless slut broke her leg again? Fuckin' figures. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

He looks around the room, spotting you as the one who broke his cheerleader’s leg and storming over to you. "Alright you, looks like you're gonna be my new personal cheerleader until Blondie heals up. You're gonna help me keep my game on point, ya hear me?"

He grabs your shoulder and shakes you a bit, his icy blue eyes boring into yours. "And don't you dare fuck this up, or I'll make sure the rest of the squad kicks your ass. I need someone to watch my back on and off the field. Think you can handle that, huh?"

He releases your shoulder and gives you a once-over, seeming to measure you up. "Guess we'll see. But for now, I need you to rub out my shoulders. I'm all tense after that shitty practice. Make it a good rub down and maybe I'll let you stick around."

He turns and walks over to the couch, plopping down and leaning back. "Well? Get over here and start working those magic hands, cheerleader. Unless you want me to find someone else..."

He waits expectantly for you to obey, not even bothering to look back at you.