The Princess and the Plague : 16

The Princess and the Plague
(Life after Camp Kumoni)

By Anistasia Allread
Edited by Nick B


“I feel like everyone is staring at me,” Erika protested.

“Of course they are. You're a new cheerleader and you look hot.” Samantha told her.

     

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“Get a room.” Samantha stated coming out of the bathroom.

Tricia pulled back from Erika. “We're in a room, my room.”

Samantha rolled her eyes, “Come on, we have to go to school.”

Tricia kissed Erika one more time before getting to her feet and helping Erika up, “So you have to go to the game tonight, but Erika doesn't?” Tricia inquired.

“Yeah, Only cheerleaders go to the away games.”

“Another plus for my being on Rally instead of Cheer,” Erika shook her head to feel the ponytails bounce around. She looked in the vanity mirror, “Are you two sure, I look okay?” she asked.

“Do I have to show you again?” Tricia smiled and raised her eyebrows with interest.

“We don't have time,” Samantha picked up her pack, “Let's go.”

The girls walked into the school, just as the first bell rang.

“Damn! I've gotta get to my locker before going to my first class, I'll see you later.” Erika walked briskly down the hall. Flashbacks of the other day bombarded her brain as she turned down the science hall to her locker. Just what she needed another bad memory to taint her highschool experience. She stuffed her things into her locker leaving out her notebook and purse.

“So are you coming?” Julian asked.

Erika almost jumped out of her skin. Her mind was so worked up about Greg and Tyler that she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on around her.

Julian waited for a response.

“Oh, to the party tonight. Yeah, sure.” She managed a smile.

“Cool, see you.” he winked as he turned away to go to class.

Erika didn't know how to feel. Part of her was excited by the notion of going to a party a real party. A part of her was pleased that people liked her. She never dreamed of walking through the school so openly, so confidently without people glaring, spitting or swearing at her. Another part was grossed out. Julian, as nice as he was, winked at her.

Erika took a deep breath, hugged her notebook to her chest and made her way to class.

–o0o–

Erika joined Tricia and Samantha in Mrs. Anderson's class, “What does it mean when a guy winks at you?” She whispered to Samantha.

“What?” Samantha looked from her book to Erika.

Erika repeated the question.

“Who winked at you?”

“Julian did. This morning before school, next to my locker.”

“How did he wink at you?” Samantha asked.

“What do you mean, How did he wink at me? He winked at me. What does that mean?”

“It depends upon the look he was giving you when he winked at you,” Samantha leaned closer. “Julian Rock winked at you, huh? Wow.”

“He asked me if I was going to the party at his place tonight. I told him 'yes'. Then he winked at me and walked away.”

Tricia leaned closer. “Who winked at you?”

“Julian,” Erika hissed.

“Did he look you up and down before he winked at you or was he making eye contact the whole time?” Samantha questioned.

“I don't know, what difference does it make?” Erika begged.

“A lot,” Tricia agreed.

Erika blew a breath out and rolled her eyes. “And you wonder why guys don't understand girls.”

“Hey, are you going to Julian’s party tonight?” Jake butted in.

“Erika and I are.” Tricia answered.

“I thought you had a game tonight.” Erika looked at Jake with some disdain.

He grinned. “We do. We'll be there after the game.”

“Won't you be tired?”

“Not too tired for Julian's party.”

Erika looked at Samantha. “You going after the game too?”

“Yeah, I won't want to miss one of the biggest parties of the year.” Samantha looked at the clock. “Come on, we need to get to the gym,” she told Erika.

“Break a leg,” Tricia called after them.

Samantha and Erika got out of their seats. Samantha caught Mrs. Anderson's eye and pointed to the clock. The teacher nodded with a smile as the two girls exited the class room to prepare for the pep rally.

–o0o–

“Stop pulling on your skirt,” Samantha muttered.

“It's so short,” Erika muttered back.

“If you were in cheer, it would be even shorter,” Samantha pointed to her short skirt in explanation. “Longer skirts get in the way when we're doing our acrobatics.”

“I'm just not used to it.”

“You have your spankies on?”

“Yes.”

“Then don't worry about it.”

“I feel like everyone is staring at me,” Erika protested.

“Of course they are. You're a new cheerleader and you look hot,” Samantha told her.

Melinda walked up to the two girls. “Are you nervous?”

Erika nodded.

“It's perfectly normal,” Melinda soothed. “I remember my first Pep rally. I was so nervous I threw up.”

Erika looked horrified.

“You'll do just fine,” Melinda smiled. “You wouldn't be on the squad if we didn't think you would be.” Melinda have Erika's arm a comforting squeeze then went on to have words with some of the other girls.

Erika peered out the doors at the assembling student body. At least half of them had seen Eric naked and taped to a flag pole; at least three quarters had seen the picture of him sitting in the mall fountain. Her heart began to flutter, her stomach started to feel a bit queasy.

“Where do I go if I have to throw up?” Erika asked Samantha.

“There is a trashcan around the corner,” She pointed behind them, other than that it is a mad dash to the toilets. You're fine,” she told her.

“How are you doing, Erika?” Taylor inquired.

“She's got the jitters,” Samantha told the dark beauty.

“The jitters are normal,” Taylor agreed, “Remember, if you screw up, or forget the moves, just watch me or Jordon, or dance in place and occasionally throw your hands up and scream 'Warthogs' or something.” Taylor suggested, “The lemmings in the stands won't know the difference.”

Krystal joined them. “It's not like you have to catch girls being tossed into the air.”

“Easy for you to say, you're not the one dancing,” Erika argued.

“I have to do some dancing, but if I miss a catch someone else gets hurt,” Krystal stated.

Erika nodded. Krystal was right, if she missed a step someone else could get hurt, not just have people laughing at her. That knowledge didn't help the butterflies in her stomach though.

“Alright girls, remember how we're going to do this.” Melinda called getting everyone's attention. She turned to Krystal, “Can you go cue the music?”

Krystal nodded and walked out into the noisy gym.

Before she knew it, Erika found herself dancing alongside Jordon, Taylor and the other girls of the Rally squad and Cheer squad. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved in time with the music; the faces of the crowd in front of her, blurring into a mosaic of moving colors.

When the music stopped, she was breathing heavily, but feeling elated at not only having finished the dance without mistakes, but having done it in front of all of these people.

Greg came out and gave a speech of how the Warthogs were going to win the night's game, followed by cheers from the crowd. Melinda and Taylor got the different classes in the student body involved in a cheering contest. She and the others on the squad assisted in trying to get the student body to scream and cheer as well.

Jorge and the other guys from cheer brought out desks and set them up at different locations in the gym. Jordon came out of the back room with a bag of bananas and placed a bunch of bananas on each desk.

“We're going to have a banana eating contest,” Melinda exclaimed. She called a volunteer from each of the classes to come down and sit at one of the desks. “You'll have one minute to eat as many bananas as you can.” She told the volunteers as well as the student body. “And there are two rules; One, you have to be blindfolded, and two, you can't use your hands. A cheerleader will be assigned to help feed the bananas to you. Do you understand?” she asked the contestants.

They each nodded.

“Okay, put your blindfolds on, but don't start until you hear the whistle,” Melinda instructed.

Each of the contestants readied themselves, as a cheerleader held a peeled banana out in front of their face.

“On your marks… get set…” The whistle sounded. The freshman volunteer reached forth and had the cheerleader in front of him push a banana into his mouth. He chomped down on it as fast as he could and opened his mouth for another bite, as his classmates cheered him on.

Meanwhile all of the upper classmen took off their blindfolds got up from their desks and walked off to one side of the gym, while Jorge and the other cheerleaders removed the desks that they were sitting at.

Laughing mingled with the cheers as the freshman student stuffed his face full one banana after another. Cheerleaders formed an open ring around the freshman shouting encouragement as the freshman class as well as the upper classmen began chanting the student's name. “Aiden! Aiden! Aiden!”

Erika stood off to one side of the gym. Her heart hammered in her chest as flashbacks flooded her mind. Part of her brain transformed the chant to “Plague! Plague! Plague!” The earlier excitement of performing in front of the student body turned into revulsion.

Aiden's face was covered in smeared banana, his cheeks were swollen with un-swallowed fruit, and his face red with exertion as he tried to eat his way to a victory.

Melinda blew the whistle calling a stop to the forged contest to the cheers of the assembled student body. She then whipped the blindfold off of the freshman, announcing him the winner, as the stands of students laughed aloud.

The freshman target raised his hands in victory, before seeing that he had no competitors.

His face red from exertion and adreniline darkened to scarlett as he realized that he had been pranked.

Erika's throat ached as she saw him swallow the last of the banana. The music for the closing performance began. Erika, muscles taut, sprinted out of the gym, down the hall and into the girl’s bathroom, where she tried to get a grip on her emotions.

–o0o–

The rest of her classes blurred into a hazy waking dream as her mind replayed the prank in the gym and compared it to the many pranks that had been played on Eric over the last few years.

“Are you okay?” Krystal asked as they exited their class to lunch.

“Hmmm?” Erika's mind registered someone speaking to her.

“Are you sick?”

“I'm not feeling too well,” she admitted.

“Taylor was looking for you after the Pep rally.” Krystal informed her. “She was concerned when you didn't do the last number.”

“I had to go to the bathroom,” Erika muttered.

“Where are you going?” Krystal asked, “The commons is this way?”

“Go ahead. I'm not up to eating lunch.” Erika turned to walk in the other direction.

“Do I need to take you to the nurse?”

“No, I just need some time to be alone,” she muttered.

Krystal watched as Erika slowly walked down the hall towards the practice field.

Erika wandered not knowing where she was going until she reached the place where she and Summer would escape to when they were fed up with people. She sat down on warm bleacher lost in her own flashbacks and nightmares.

“There you are.” Tricia announced, followed by Samantha and Krystal. “What's eating at you?”

“That poor Aiden kid at the Pep rally,” Erika sighed.

“What about him?” Tricia asked.

“What they did to him, embarrassing him like that in front of the whole school.”

“It was funny,” Tricia admitted.

“How could you say that? It was horrible.” Erika's voice took on an edge.

“It was a joke, Erika,” Samantha stated.

“It was humiliation,” Erika almost yelled.

“He's fine, Erika,” Krystal promised. “He's in the commons right now, laughing at the whole thing.”

“Of course he is. Once he gets home though, he'll be having nightmares for weeks.”

Tricia sat next to Erika and wrapped her arms around her. “I'm so sorry, Erika,” she soothed. “Not everyone gets pranked and treated as badly as you did. I can't imagine the pain you have felt after what they have done to you,” She squeezed Erika. “Would it help if you spoke to him and apologized to him?”

“Why would she need to apologize to him?” Samantha questioned. “She didn't do anything to him. It was just a harmless joke.”

“That was how it started with me,” Erika protested, “It always starts out harmless.”

“Maybe you need to take a chill pill and learn how to take a joke,” Samantha demanded. “Sometimes an innocent joke is just an innocent joke.” She turned on her heel, her skirt flared as she spun, and stormed back the way she had come.

“Come on, Erika.” Tricia took Erika's arm and guided her to her feet. “Let’s go talk to this Aiden and find out what he feels. You can apologize if you wish.”

Tricia and Krystal walked with Erika down the halls of the school and into the busy commons area. Tricia pointed out the freshman who was surrounded by others laughing and eating their food.

“See? He doesn't look traumatized,” Tricia pointed out.

Erika nodded and pulled away from Tricia and approached the freshman.

Aiden looked up at the pretty cheerleader and smiled.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” Erika asked.

Aiden looked at the others in the group, then back at Erika. “Sure, I guess.”

Aiden followed Erika over to a quiet side of the Commons.

Erika's heart flipped, flopped and fluttered, “I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if we caused you any embarrassment this morning,” she apologized.

“Are you kidding? It was hilarious,” Aiden smiled. “You really got me good.”

“So you're okay with the whole prank thing that happened in front of everyone?”

“Sure,” he stated. “It was all in good fun, and no one was hurt. Why wouldn't I be okay?”

“Because, I've known others who have been… hurt by such things,” Erika swallowed.

“It's not like they duct taped me to naked to the flag pole,” Aiden laughed. “Really, I'm fine. No harm, no foul.”

Erika blinked and almost flinched, almost as if she had been struck. Erika couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only was this kid, not traumatized by the incident, but he seemed to have enjoyed the jest.

“Well, I just wanted you to know that I wasn't part of that whole thing this morning, and I kind of felt bad that you were targeted,” Erika explained. “If you change your mind, you can come talk to me, okay?” She went to touch his arm, but drew her hand back at the last moment.

“Okay.” Aiden nodded with a grin.

“That's all I wanted, sorry to interrupt your lunch.”

“That's okay.” Aiden smiled and walked back to his friends.

Erika found Tricia at her side, “How did it go?” she asked.

“He seemed to have enjoyed it.” Erika was dumbfounded.

“I told you he was alright,” Tricia insisted.

“It's just weird to me.”

“There you are.” Taylor came up behind Erika, “Are you feeling alright? Why didn't you finish the Pep rally?”

Erika looked at Taylor not knowing exactly what to say.

“She isn't feeling too well.” Tricia spoke for her.

Erika shook her head, “I'm sorry, Taylor, I felt like I was going to throw up. I think it might have been something I ate.”

Taylor looked at her skeptically, “I hope you feel better. Next time let me know what's going on. We are a team out there. When one of us is sick, we all are sick.”

A memory of her latest plague nightmare flashed through her mind, “Sorry Taylor.”

“Go see the nurse, you aren't looking too well.”

“I will. Thanks.” Erika muttered.


To be continued…



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