Fighting to Be Free (Fighting to Be Free 1)

Connor pulled me into a man hug thing, patting my back and I tried not to hiss from the pain of it.

“Good news, huh? Congrats!” he chirped, looking at me a little proudly.

“Thanks for helping me with all this Connor, I appreciate it. Hey, want to go out for a drink tonight to celebrate?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure dude, sounds good.”

I headed out choosing the next car from the line to work on, I couldn‘t keep the proud smile off of my face.

……………………………

On Friday night I made my way to Ellie’s school. I was extremely nervous, I’d been looking forward to this since we arranged it. We’d exchanged a few texts over the last two days, but I hadn’t spoken to her since Tuesday when we arranged this date - well I guess it wasn’t exactly a ‘date’ considering she didn’t actually want to date me.

I climbed out of my truck and straightened my t-shirt, wishing I had some nicer clothes to wear.

Maybe Ellie would take one look at me, with my fading bruises, in my plain black t-shirt and jeans, and pretend she didn’t know me in front of her friends. Part of me actually hoped she would, the more time I spent with this girl, the more I liked her, and that wouldn’t end well because she wasn’t interested in a relationship. Even if she was interested, I wasn’t good enough for her anyway.

I sighed and followed the crowd round the back of her school. It was a nice place, nicer than I went to. Well, I guess I only went to school until I was 14, then I finished in juvie, but I didn’t exactly do well.

The school field was huge, with bleachers on both sides, damn I didn’t even know which was the home side or what colour they played in. A group of girls were sitting at the front, looking at me and giggling. Well ok, let’s just find out where she’ll be. I walked over to them and they were all nudging each other looking excited. Jeez get a grip!

“Hey, you go to this school?” I asked politely.

The one in the middle stood up, looking me over slowly, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at how obvious she was being. “Yeah, but you don’t,” she purred, biting her lip.

“No, I don’t. So this is the home side?” I asked, not really needing confirmation now, I mean they wouldn’t be sat here if it wasn’t. Good one Jamie.

“Yeah, you want to sit with us?” she offered hopefully.

I guess the fading bruises didn’t put some people off.

“No thanks, I’m meeting someone, thanks anyway.” I shrugged and headed off to the half way line, trying to find a seat where I would have a good view of Ellie shaking her perfect little ass.

After a few minutes the cheerleaders came out, my eyes found her immediately in her little red skirt and red and white top that showed her flat stomach and clung to her perfect br**sts. Holy shit, that’s hotter than I even thought it would be! I shifted in my seat, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her hair was up in a little bun, she had red and white pom poms. Damn, I can’t believe I’m screwing a cheerleader, well actually not just a cheerleader, but the head cheerleader.

She was laughing with her friends, I spotted the blonde from the club, her best friend Stacey. They had a kind of huddle, then all spread out, starting their very well practiced routine. I watched in awe as she did all kinds of flips and leg kicks, they were dancing and throwing each other around.

I would like to say I watched her shake the pom poms, but to be honest, I wouldn’t have noticed if she put them down half way through, that wasn’t what had my attention at all.

When the team ran out, a guy ran past and slapped her ass, she glared after him, frowning angrily.

While the game was played I watched her, she wasn’t interested in the football at all, she kept an eye on the game so she knew when to cheer and shout. They did their little ’Go team go’ bit whenever it was needed.

Just before half time she turned and was scanning the crowd, my heart stopped, was she looking for me? Jeez, I hoped she was. When her eyes settled on me, a slow smile spread across her face.

“Hi,” I mouthed to her, smiling. She was definitely pleased to see me.

“Hi,” she mouthed back.

I pointed to her and fanned my face whilst mouthing “Hot!” making her blush the adorable shade of pink that I had gotten used to so quickly. She giggled and I laughed, she is so freaking sweet.

Someone nudged her and she immediately turned around, pretending to watch as she jumped up and down, shouting encouragement. She looked back over her shoulder at me and flicked the back of her little skirt up, giving me a quick glance of her little red gym shorts. Shit, they’re hot! I tried desperately not to think about them, I was getting so turned on I could barely sit still. Damn that girl.

After the game I watched the players all shaking hands and celebrating, they had definitely won I could tell by the smiles on their faces, but I couldn’t tell you the score. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of the hot little redhead on the sidelines, long enough to actually watch the game.

People were starting to leave, Ellie skipped up the stairs. It took her a long time to get to me because almost everyone seemed like they wanted to talk to her and congratulate her on the routine.

The younger girls were all looking at her in awe, she was definitely some kind of queen bee at the school, everyone was almost begging for her attention.

She finally made it up to me and did a little twirl. “Live up to your expectations, Stud?” she asked flirtily.