...the cheerleaders and their instructor.
To be honest, the cheerleaders at my school were not the normal, run-of-the-mill group of snobby bitches that are so often depicted on TV. Most of them were nice and easy to get along with. But collectively they were mean to anyone and everyone. I felt they deserved a dose of my ring.
I made it to the school and saw the cheerleaders practicing on the back field. This was good, as it was relatively secluded and no one else was around at the time. Their instructor, Ms. Johnson, was leading them in a few routines as I strolled up. I wished they would all decide to take a 10 minute break and come say hello to me.
"Alright, girls, let's take a break," Ms. Johnson said. The girls stopped their tosses and picked up their water bottles.
"Hey, look, there's Joe," said Amanda Burns, the prettiest girl in the group. "Let's go say 'Hi'," she said.
All 10 cheerleaders and Ms. Johnson all came running up to me. Every cheerleader was wearing a skimpy outfit of some kind. Most all of them were wearing spandex shorts and sports bras. Their busts were very well displayed. Ms. Johnson was dressed a little more conservatively, wearing sweats and a T-shirt.
Ms. Johnson had always been a subject of conversation among my group of friends. She was only in her early 30s, and still fairly attractive, but seemingly had no interest in dating. I guess her career, teaching math, was more important to her. Cheerleading was also just one of the extra-cirricular school activities in which she participated.
"So how are you, Joe?" Ms. Johnson asked.
"I'm good," I replied. "How's practice?"
"We're finally learning the last routine," Ms. Johnson said.
Amanda said, "Yea it only took us three weeks," bringing a laugh from everyone standing there.
Ms. Johnson said, "Yea it was pretty trying." Everyone calmed down. "So what brings you here, Joe?"
They had no idea why they had approached me. This was going to be good.