Ruthless knight

Sawyer

“God, what is taking her so long?” Caitlyn whines impatiently. 

We’re all huddled up outside the girls’ locker room…waiting for the Queen to finally grace us with her presence. 

Another girl—who I now know is Rene—glances at her watch. “We were supposed to be out on the field to stretch five minutes ago.” 

Bianca stays silent, but I can’t help but notice the hint of a sly smirk curving her lips.

Truth be told, even I’m getting sick of waiting for Casey to get her ass in gear. 

The championship game starts in twenty minutes and there’s no way Izzy is going out there all by his lonesome. 

Not to mention—it’s hot as hell under this thing. 

A few minutes later, Morgan ambles out of the locker room. 

The expression on her face isn’t a good one. “We have a problem.” 

 “You think?” Caitlyn chirps. “We’ve been waiting forever.”

“Some captain she is,” Rene mutters. “Can’t even bother to be on time for the biggest game of the season.” 

I swear Bianca’s smirk grows. 

“It’s not her fault,” Morgan defends. Making sure no one else is around, she drops her voice to a whisper. “She can’t fit into her uniform.” 

Their mouths drop open…mine too. 

Bianca mock gasps. “Oh no. Gosh, you don’t say. That’s terrible.” Her mouth quirks. “Must have been something she ate.”

She exchanges a humorous glance with Caitlyn and Rene. 

It goes right over Morgan’s head. “I know. I tried offering her mine since I’m bigger, but it won’t fit her either.” She shrugs. “Anyway, since I’ll be cheer captain next year, she appointed me to take over for her during today’s game.” 

The three girls exchange another glance. They don’t approve. 

“No,” Caitlyn says. “No offense, but you kind of suck. You can’t even do a flip.” 

 “Let’s face it, Morgan,” Rene scoffs. “The only reason you even made the squad in the first place is because you kiss Casey’s ass.” 

“Her fat ass,” Caitlyn quips and the girls laugh. 

My stomach coils. Lord knows I can’t stand Casey, but making fun of her because she gained some weight is just…wrong. 

“Whatever.” Morgan places her hands on her hips. “I’m the new cheer captain now. Deal with it.” 

Caitlyn’s tongue finds her cheek. “Not so fast. Last I checked, the entire squad gets to vote on the new cheer captain.” 

“Are you serious right now?” Morgan snaps, straightening her spine. “Fine. Who do you think should be the new captain?” She rolls her eyes. “Oh, let me guess…you.”

Caitlyn shakes her head. “Nope.” 

Morgan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Then who?”

Bianca studies her nails. 

“Bianca,” Caitlyn and Rene say at the same time. 

Morgan does not look happy about that one bit. “Are you fucking kidding? She’s only a sophomore. The only reason she ever made varsity to begin with is because Casey was dating Cole.”

“She’ll be a junior next year, dumbass,” Caitlyn, the bolder of the two, argues. “Plus, she’s here on time, she’s tiny and fit, she can flip, and most importantly, she’s good.” 

“Really good,” Rene adds. 

Holy shit. 

Bianca clearly has these two wrapped around her little finger already. 

Morgan looks like she wants to cry. “You can’t do this. It’s not fair.” 

Caitlyn and Rene raise their hands. “All in favor of Bianca being the new cheer captain, raise your hand.” She looks at me. “Izzy, you count too. Given you’re our mascot and all.” 

Bianca shoots me a look as she joins them. 

Begrudgingly, I raise my hand. 

Morgan actually flinches. 

That’s one favor cashed in. 

Bianca gives Morgan a saccharine smile. “Hope you enjoy today’s game.” Her eyes become tiny slits. “It will be your last.”

“You guys are such assholes.” 

Bianca flutters her fingers in a dainty wave. “Buh-bye, Felicia.” 

Morgan stomps off. “Wicked bitch.” 

Laughing, Caitlyn and Rene follow behind her. “We’re go

Back to studying her nails, Bianca lifts a shoulder. “A bottle of water would be awesome.” 

“You got it, Captain.” 

When they’re safely out of earshot, Bianca lifts her gaze to me. “And that, my friend, is how it’s fucking done.” Walking backward down the hall she calls out, “You’re welcome, by the way. What happened to Casey is a little something I like to call karma.” 

As wrong as it is, I can’t deny the tiny part of me that’s enjoying it. 

Casey has tortured me for years about my weight. 

Maybe now she’ll finally understand how much it hurts. 

I open my mouth, but then I see them out of the corner of my eye. 

My stomach recoils. Not this shit again. 

I’m debating making a run for it, but it’s too late. 

I’ve been spotted. 

The crew of giant football players barrel toward me. “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!”

Crap. Here we go again.

“Wrong locker room, Iz!” Le

Some guy whistles. “Look at Izzy macking on the cheerleaders.”

“Awe, he’s just picking out a nice slam piece for after we whoop the Viking’s asses!” Cortland exclaims.

They all howl like a pack of wolves. 

Dwight pumps his fist in the air. “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!”

Fuck my life. 

I resign myself as they proceed to sit me on their shoulders. 

Take it away, boys.