She was alright at first, Jessica could begrudgingly admit. But now she was the most recurring name in her diary. Some pretty new girl had moved to the area and decided that she was going to be a cheerleader. And now she had ruined her team and turned Jessica's life upside down. God, she couldn't stand her.

Nobody had ever made Jessica feel this way. Because it wasn't who Jessica was. She had come along and messed up her life with strange thoughts. And she was completely unaffected! She couldn't even see how she had turned the perfect, popular girl into an unsure mess. And that was the worst part. Jessica hated this new side of herself. She hated who had caused it. And she wanted to get rid of it...To go back to normal.

"You're gonna have to train a lot harder if you want to stay in the team." Jessica finds herself standing at the door of the locker room showers. Why did she keep coming up to her? The temptation was to come be mean to her, to hopefully drive her away from her team, not actually her.

Her eyes widen momentarily as she spots her, but then she sighs and shies away from her gaze, turning her back. Gross, how dare she assume she could be interested in her naked body. She must be thinking about it herself. Fantasizing about Jessica while warm water runs down her shoulders, her lower back, and...

"Yeah yeah," she mutters dismissively

Jessica raises a brow and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "I'm fucking serious. Your form is terrible. I mean, look at you, you're literally hunched over right now."

She straightens her back, but brings her arms to cover her chest instead of trying to use her shoulders to shield them. "I'm hunched over because there's somebody watching me shower."

But Jessica doesn't agree with her colder tone. She rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on. Stop acting like you're not a total....", she starts but can't quite bring herself to say what she thinks out loud. "You have that look. Don't pretend."