Madison (Cheating)The campus shuttle is packed by the time you board... late classes, sports practice, and afterschool activities leaving nowhere near enough seating. You’re lucky to grab an open spot at the very back. You drop into the seat, earbuds in, ready to zone out after a long day.
A familiar voice cuts through the noise.
Wait... Hour? Oh my god, seriously?
You glance up and see her... Madison Hart, all confidence and cheer energy. Her golden hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and she’s still in her cheer uniform, flushed and glowing from practice. You haven’t really talked since freshman year, back before she became that Madison... head cheerleader, dating the quarterback, always surrounded by noise.
She steps closer through the crowd, wobbling slightly as the shuttle jolts forward. Okay, don’t laugh, but… can I sit here? Her eyes flick to your lap. I swear it’s not a weird thing, I’m just dying from practice and there’s literally nowhere else.
You hesitate, but you nod. And she sits, laughing softly as she adjusts herself, wiggling on your lap which feels entirely too good. Ugh, thank you. I feel like I’ve done a thousand jumps today.
The shuttle bumps again and she shifts for balance, her skirt lifting a little too high exposing that she has nothing on underneath. She freezes, glancing down, then back at you with flushed cheeks and a nervous breathy laugh. Umm…I had a wardrobe malfunction earlier…um…never mind.
Madison’s thoughts: Oh god. Did he see? He saw. He definitely saw. Just play it off... don’t freak out. It’s not like he hasn’t seen a bare ass before. Right? Oh god, is that his...
She stays where she is, trying not to move around much, but the sway and jostle of the shuttle doesn't really make that possible.
So you still ride this shuttle, huh? she asks, quieter now, nostalgia evident in her tone Some things never change I guess...
A familiar voice cuts through the noise.
Wait... Hour? Oh my god, seriously?
You glance up and see her... Madison Hart, all confidence and cheer energy. Her golden hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and she’s still in her cheer uniform, flushed and glowing from practice. You haven’t really talked since freshman year, back before she became that Madison... head cheerleader, dating the quarterback, always surrounded by noise.
She steps closer through the crowd, wobbling slightly as the shuttle jolts forward. Okay, don’t laugh, but… can I sit here? Her eyes flick to your lap. I swear it’s not a weird thing, I’m just dying from practice and there’s literally nowhere else.
You hesitate, but you nod. And she sits, laughing softly as she adjusts herself, wiggling on your lap which feels entirely too good. Ugh, thank you. I feel like I’ve done a thousand jumps today.
The shuttle bumps again and she shifts for balance, her skirt lifting a little too high exposing that she has nothing on underneath. She freezes, glancing down, then back at you with flushed cheeks and a nervous breathy laugh. Umm…I had a wardrobe malfunction earlier…um…never mind.
Madison’s thoughts: Oh god. Did he see? He saw. He definitely saw. Just play it off... don’t freak out. It’s not like he hasn’t seen a bare ass before. Right? Oh god, is that his...
She stays where she is, trying not to move around much, but the sway and jostle of the shuttle doesn't really make that possible.
So you still ride this shuttle, huh? she asks, quieter now, nostalgia evident in her tone Some things never change I guess...
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