Our routine flows flawlessly on the court during the basketball game and my smile never leaves my face. The guys win 80-60 and the whole squad goes out to celebrate with the team afterward. Luckily Draven doesn't make it awkward but I think that's just his MO, I'm not the first cheerleader he's messed around with and I doubt I'll be the last. We're all hungover on the flight home and I pass out in my bed as soon as I make it to my apartment.

I wake up a few hours later and take a quick shower, washing away the alcohol I can practically feel seeping through my pores. I get dressed in a pair of distressed mom jeans and a dark blue Wolverines basketball crew neck sweater and pull my damp hair back into two Dutch braids. After I'm dressed I feel more alive and a little less like a zombie. When I enter the living room Ace, Tayen, Draven, and Xan are sitting on the couch watching tv. My eyes widen in surprise. It's the first time I've seen Xan since I dry humped him in his living room and I oddly feel awkward having him and Draven in the same room.

My eyes flick to Tayens, she wince's and mouths Sorry. I go to the kitchen and get a glass of water to give myself something to do. I take small sips of the cool liquid as I walk back to the living room. I don't know why I feel awkward. Xan and I have just messed around a few times and Draven and I went on one date. It's not like Draven knows the reason I couldn't get off is sitting right beside him and it's not like Xan is aware he broke my vagina.

"We're gonna go grab some pizza if you wanna come." Tayen says.

I nod. "Sure."

What else am I gonna say? Who turns down pizza? I quickly drink the rest of my water down and put the cup on the kitchen counter, grabbing my coat as I go back to the living room.

"Hey did you get any pictures of Parker doing shots last night?" Draven asks as they all rise from the couch.

"I think so." I reply as I slip my sneakers on and zip up my coat.

Parker is a shooting guard on the basketball team and he drank twice the amount of alcohol as everyone else last night, I don't know how he's still alive. I pull my phone from my pocket and Draven stride matches mine as we exit the apartment, watching me flick through the pictures I took last night.

"Here's one of him gagging after the shot of Fireball." I laugh at Parkers scrunched up face.

Dravens deep laugh joins mine. "Definitely send me that one."

I nod and keep looking, most of the pictures I took are blurry because I was pretty drunk but I still managed to get a few good ones.

"Divya got this one of us." I say, showing him the image of Divya squeezed in between me and Draven, the three of us smiling big while she takes the picture.

"Send that to me too."

I send the pictures to him and put my phone back in my pocket feeling someone's eyes on me. I look up and Xan is staring me down as we exit the building. I arch an eyebrow at him, wondering what he's about to say but he breaks eye contact and remains silent. Weird.

On the walk to the pizza place Draven shows me his group chat messages after he shares the picture of Parker with his friends. Poor Parker is getting roasted.

"Do you remember Freshman year when we drank so much Fireball that for months afterward even the slightest scent of cinnamon would make us start gagging?" Tayen asks, her hand intertwined with Aces a few feet in front of Draven and I.

I groan. "Don't remind me. Divya brought those snickerdoodle cookies from her Moms bakery two days after the Fireball incident and I threw up in the middle of the quad, right in front of at least twenty people."

Draven and Ace both laugh loudly and Xan shakes his head. I couldn't stomach Fireball for over a year after that. She opened that box and the smell of cinnamon hit me right in the face.

At the pizza place Draven sits on one side of me and Xan sits on the other. Xan's quiet for the most part while we eat but I can feel him there, the heat emanating from his body making me shift in my seat. Every now and then his leg brushes mine and I fight the urge to look over and see if he is doing it on purpose.

We order a few pizzas and drinks. Draven and Ace keep the conversation flowing at the table while we eat, mostly about drama in the sports community on campus, which I'm always down to hear. Parker's had two pregnancy scares this year with sisters. Colt, a linebacker, got a DUI a few nights ago. Zane, a point guard, got caught sleeping with a professor in the professors office a week ago by Zane's girlfriend. Jocks always have the best gossip, I swear.

After the table is cleared and our bill is paid Draven rises from his seat, letting out a big yawn. "I'm out. See you tomorrow, Ace." He gives Ace a fist bump and the rest of us a wave bye.

Tayen looks at me expectantly as she and Ace slip their coats back on. "I'm staying at Aces tonight, do you want to come hang out for a little while or we can walk you home?"

I put on my own coat and grab my phone off the table. "I think I'll go home and sleep some more. Y'all don't have to walk me there though, I'll be fine."

I walk home by myself all the time.

"I can walk her home." Xan speaks up beside me.

"You good with that?" Tayen asks me.

"Sure." I shrug.

What's the worst that could happen, the night ends in an orgasm?

Xan stays beside me on our walk back but he doesn't talk. I hate silence so I ramble the entire time. At this point he knows half of my life story, not that it's all that exciting.

"Text me in the morning." Tayen tells me as her and Ace step onto Aces porch and she shoots me a wink when Xan isn't looking.

"You really don't have to walk me home, it's not necessary. I make the walk by myself all the time." I tell Xan as Tayen and Ace disappear in the house.

He doesn't bother replying and we continue our walk.

"What's your problem?" I ask him a few feet from the entrance to my apartment building.

He pulls his lip ring in his mouth for a moment before releasing a sigh. "You dry humping Draven too, or do you actually allow him to penetrate you?"

Way to sound like a jealous asshole.

My face grows hot with anger at his question. "That's none of your business, Xan."

"I think it is my business if I'm gonna be fucking you." He retorts.

I immediately stop walking. "Who said you were going to be fucking me?"

He mashes his lips together and glares at the cars going by. After a minute of silence I grow annoyed and stomp into the building. I hear his footsteps behind me but I don't bother telling him to fuck off, I honestly don't think he would listen anyway. Once we're on the second floor I knock on Divya's door and wait for her to answer.

"What are you doing?" Xan asks.

The door opens and Pria hands the spare key to me, her eyes flicking over to Xan in surprise.

I step around Xan and slip the key into the lock. "I'm horrible with keys. I either lose them or forget them at home so Divy and Pria keep our spare for me." I push the door open and hand the key back, "Thanks Pri."

"No problem." She replies.

Xan steps inside my apartment and I shut the door behind me. He crosses his arms and pierces me with his dark gray stare. "Are you fucking him, Lennon Rose?" He asks lowly.

I purse my lips. "No, Xan, I'm not fucking Draven. Do you really think I'd endure your taunting and bad attitude if I was fucking Draven?"

"He's interested, he would've walked you home if you'd asked I'm sure."

Yeah, unfortunately my vagina does not agree.

"I know he's interested but—" I stop myself.

"But what?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

I shake my head no. I cannot say the words out loud to him, I can't.

He takes a step toward me. "But what?" He repeats.

"He wouldn't do it for me." I mutter.

"He'd probably lick your feet if you asked, so what do you mean?"

I pinch my eyes closed, my cheeks warm with a mixture of embarrassment, anger and annoyance. "We messed around in his car and he couldn't make me come."

If it was Dravens fault I wouldn't care to admit it, if it was a problem with his technique things would be much less humiliating. Sadly that's not the case.

Xan shakes his head and takes another step toward me. "That seems highly unlikely, I've heard rumors about him."

My eyes pop open. "Oh it's very likely, I can't even make myself come anymore! The only way I've been able to come since New Years Eve is—" I stop my rant, wishing I could stuff every single word back inside my mouth as he smiles.

That damn full of himself, knows he's got me cornered, crooked smile. I have a love hate relationship with that smile.

"Is with me, right?" He takes another step forward, and another until we're toe to toe. "That's why you keep coming back isn't it?" He brushes a strand of hair that's fallen out of my braids back off my face. "You don't want to but you can't help it, can you?"

I groan. "You're enjoying this more than you should be, ya know."

"Poor baby." He coos mockingly, gripping my jaw and running his thumb across my bottom lip and I scowl at him. "Show me your room."

I arch an eyebrow at him but comply, walking toward my dark bedroom and flicking the light on. He steps inside, looking extremely out of place amongst the floral quilt draped across my bed and the mountains of pale pink pillows neatly placed against my headboard. He scans the photos I have taped to the wall. Ones of the farm I was raised on, of my family, me and my friends. I rarely get pictures printed but Mama got me a Polaroid camera for Christmas, it's a lot more convenient.

He eyes one of me in my cheerleading uniform Divya took a few weeks ago. "I watched the game yesterday, you're very... perky."

"That's kind of the job." I huff.

He taps the picture. "Where's this uniform at?"

I wet my lips. "That particular uniform?"

He faces me and nods. I go to my closet and pull the uniform out. The skirt is dark blue and the waistband is lined in a strip of yellow fabric that dips slightly in the front. The top is a crop top, it's made with the same dark blue fabric as the skirt. There's a strip of yellow fabric lining both the hem and the v cut neckline, and there's a large yellow M in the center.

"Go put it on." He demands.

I stare at him for a minute. "You want me to put my uniform on?" I ask slowly.

"Do it."

I leave the room and slip inside the bathroom where I remove my clothes with shaky fingers and tug on the uniform. I question whether I should wear underwear but I don't think I'll need them so I don't.

When I get back in my room Xan's made himself comfortable on my bed. He discarded his coat and he's laid back with his arms behind his head, propped up on my mountain of pink pillows. His dark gray eyes scan me from head to toe.

He flashes me a crooked grin. "Cheer for me, Lennon Rose."

"Really Xan?" I huff in disbelief.

"I'll make it worth your while." He runs his tongue across his lower lip.

So I perform part of a routine for him because I like orgasms and I'm a glutton for punishment. By the time I'm done the inside of my thighs are wet and my heart is thumping hard and fast in my chest. Xan's dark eyes are even darker than usual, the outline of his cock is visible on his Jean clad thigh and I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life.

"Come here." He says and I listen.

He grabs me by the waist and drags me onto his lap, his hands travel across the short skirt to my bare thighs and then they slip under the material and squeeze my ass.

His brings his mouth to my ear, "Nothing under here, dirty girl. You flashed me during your performance, I bet you're wet as fuck, aren't you?" His voice is deep and low and it feels like he's putting me under a spell just by talking.

I nod before I catch myself and I can feel that damn smile spreading against the shell of my ear. He turns us over and lays me back on the bed, flipping the front of my skirt up and then his eyes are all over my pussy and I squirm under his gaze.

"Look how pretty." He murmurs and I feel lightheaded, I don't think I've ever had someone compliment me like that.

He spreads the lips of my sex and just stares, trailing the tip of his thumb across my sensitive flesh. Jesus I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.

"Are you just going to stare at me all night?"

He shoots me a glare. "If you don't keep that attitude in check I might."

I close my eyes and try not to slam my legs closed but it's hard. I swear he does whatever he can to fuck with me, it drives me—

"Oh God!" I scream at the sudden swipe of his tongue against my pussy.

I hadn't even felt him move.

"I don't think He's here right now." Xan mutters and then sucks my clit in his mouth.

I rise up on my elbows so I can see him and holy hell the sight of him between my legs is orgasmic in itself. He pins my legs down and devours me, his groans sending shockwaves of pleasure across my entire body.

"Xan... fuck!"

My hips thrust uncontrollably and I fuck his face until I scream, coming so hard I feel lightheaded afterward. He swipes his tongue across my pussy, chasing the wetness dripping from me and I sigh in content.

Yep, my vagina is officially ruined.

He rises from the bed and I watch him through heavy lidded eyes, expecting him to strip down, but instead he plucks the picture of me in my uniform off my wall, grabs his coat from my desk chair, flashes me that damn crooked grin and leaves my room. My brow furrows as I lie there trying to calm my racing heart, cheer skirt still flipped up, and then I hear the door to the apartment open and close. Did he just go down on me, steal a picture of me and then leave? I slip off the bed and search the apartment for him, coming up empty handed just as I expected. He did, he actually left.

When I get back inside my room I notice my Polaroid camera has been moved from my dresser to my nightstand and there's a new addition to the pictures on my wall. I walk over to it and am greeted by an image of Xan laid back on my pink pillows, hair hanging in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

Jesus take the wheel, I don't think I'll ever figure Xan out.

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