Good Girl vs. Slut Ch. 16

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Trisha was seated on Britney's bed, her eyes down on her lap. The petite cheerleader's legs didn't reach the floor, so her feet dangled in the air, her flip-flops ajar. She had pulled her long, wavy brown hair into a long ponytail that dangled down her slim back, between the straps of her lacy tank top. Her hands were folded quietly in her lap, resting on top of her miniskirt.

Britney was leaning against her desk. The head cheerleader's shimmering blonde hair dangled down her gorgeous body, framing her round, double-D chest, bulging in her plunging V-neck blouse. Her long, slim legs were crossed one over the other, clad only in a pair of denim shorts and ankle-high boots. Every time Trisha saw her friend, she couldn't help admiring Britney's incredible figure – her plump, heaving tits, her tiny waist, her firm, perky ass poking out of the bottom of her shorts. But this time, Trisha could only manage to stare at Britney for a second before quickly looking back down at her lap, ashamed.

She had just told Britney – at last – everything about Dan. She had planned everything out so carefully with Mandy, making sure to include that she felt terrible about the whole thing, that she hated Dan for getting in between them. And she really did. Trisha was sick of feeling guilty every time she saw her best friend: the friend who had helped her change from a shy cheerleader into a happy, fun girl. She just wanted the whole thing to be over. But as soon as she started speaking, she felt so ashamed. It was such a simple request: just stay away from Dan! There are so many other boys out there…why couldn't I just keep my promise? Trisha shook her head as she felt her cheeks redden.

"Brit…I…I…" Trisha looked up a second time, gulping, feeling tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Trisha, it's okay." The head cheerleader interrupted her. Britney wasn't smiling, but her blue eyes didn't look mad. "I…know you feel bad about it. That means a lot."

"I'm a terrible friend!" Trisha blurted out; she couldn't keep it in any longer. "I know I shouldn't have done it…and I shouldn't have lied to you…and I should have told you right away…and…and I'm sorry!"

"Trish, you've said sorry like a million fucking times," Britney said, sounding a little amused. "Look…I'm not thrilled about all this, obviously. I mean, you shouldn't have done it."

Trisha quickly looked back down at her miniskirt, her vision starting to grow blurry as more tears formed. She tried her best to keep it quiet, but couldn't stop a small sniffle.

"But…" Britney sighed. "…I know you know it was wrong. And I know that you won't do it again. So…"

For a few seconds there was silence in the room, with Trisha staring down at her legs dangling off the bed, and Britney standing, staring at Trisha. At last, despite herself, the cheerleader looked up. "So…?"

"So…I forgive you, I guess is all I'm trying to say." Finally, Britney smiled.

That's it??? For a moment, Trisha forgot to feel guilty; she was just shocked. Britney had done so much for Trisha; befriended her, supported her when she needed help, always working to lure the shy brunette out of her shell. This was the only thing she had ever asked Trisha to do, and the cheerleader couldn't even do that in return. Trisha suddenly realized that this made it even worse – Britney shouldn't be forgiving her this easily. She shouldn't still be so sweet to me when I don't deserve it…it's not fair! She should get mad! She should yell at me!

"Britney…" she protested. "You…I don't…I don't deserve a friend like you!"

Now the head cheerleader laughed, looking embarrassed. "Oh shut up, Trish."

"No, I'm serious! You've done so much for me, and I've never ever done anything for you in return, and you're such a good friend, and I'm a terrible one, and…"

Now all the things that Trisha had prepared, all the things she had planned to use to defend herself when Britney yelled at her came spilling out – even though Britney wasn't angry at all.

"I…I tried, Britney! I really did! I trusted you, and…I tried to ignore him, too! He's always the one who calls me, and shows up to my house, and…look!" Trisha grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and frantically flipped through her text messages till she found one from Dan. She quickly flopped off the bed and hurried over to show Britney.

The head cheerleader glanced at the phone for a few seconds, but then quickly pushed it away. "Trisha, it doesn't matter, I haven't spoken to him in a long time." Trisha quickly lowered her arm. Of course Britney doesn't want to see his message…why would she? I'm being such an idiot!

"Listen to me, Trisha," Britney said, because the petite cheerleader had opened her mouth again, desperate to apologize more. "I…don't really care who's done more for who, okay, hun? I just don't think about it that way. And the thing is…"

The head cheerleader faltered, her gorgeous blue eyes flickering to the floor. "The thing is…it's not like you haven't done anything for me. I mean…you're my friend, aren't you? And I know I don't show it, and I wouldn't change anything about myself even if I could, but…sometimes it gets lonely being the class slut. Sometimes you get fucking tired of all the other girls hating you."

Trisha stared at Britney. She could remember the way the other cheerleaders would always talk about her as soon as she left the room, the way they would all glare at her as she strode confidently down the halls, catching the eyes of all their boyfriends. And then she couldn't help herself: she rushed forward and, standing on her tip-toes, reached up and wrapped her arms around Britney, hugging her much-taller best friend. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes and starting to run down her cheeks.

The head cheerleader jolted in surprise, then burst out laughing, returning the hug. When Trisha finally pulled back and sank back down on her heels, she looked up to see Britney smiling at her, her cheek

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