C8 The plan

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 8

Tiana's POV

Conquest.

The need to conquer is part of the human nature. We mask it with nice polished rose-scented words explaining away what it really is.

It's a hunger.

A hunger to rise above those in the same level and topple those on top. It's a power-hungry dance and we all have to move to the music or get knocked over; accidentally or not.

I was going topple the queen bitch, Jessica Newman. That was how I was going to get my much needed release. I had to be critical about my plans because even the slightest slip would bring everything coming down on my head.

Jessica had been out for me from the first day I joined the club and it wasn't until the day I showed up late to practice that it became crystal clear. Her contempt had been sharp and lethal.

Her downfall would be swift; effective. I spent the good part of the day thinking about what I was going to do. A direct attack would backfire on me. I had to do this like a pro.

The first place I was going to attack was her heart. She had been dating the cutest guy in school for a year now. Paul Schules.

What I knew about Paul was just the basic stuff but digging deeper into the gossips, I heard he had a thing for older women which was why I was withdrawing a wad of cash to pay off a stripper.

I'd gotten her number online and brought the offer to her to get Paul in an uncomfortable sexual position where his girlfriend (my target) would walk in on them and cry her eyes out. She had been excited about the whole thing and I wasn't sure if her thrill came from the prospect of helping me destroy my rival or the over-generous cash I'd offered.

We met the next day after school hours and I sighed grateful that she looked like her profile. Her blonde hair had a golden glint and it highlighted a pleasant face with big baby blue eyes. She chewed gum which was the first irritating habit I noticed about her.

She used her personal number to text Paul and he replied almost immediately. She played the part of a harmless older girl having an innocent crush on a boy much younger. He played right into our hands and pushed to make the connection stick.

It was going much easier than I thought. She used a fake name of course (I'm pretty sure I didn't know her real name) and he suggested they meet up that evening at a run-down restaurant beside a cheap motel.

Dude wanted to fuck. There was no other way to put it.

It was easy getting the gossip around without leaving a trail that would lead back to me.

She kept me updated with texts and when she told me they were going to the motel, I made my move.

I made an anonymous call to Jessica using a voice changing app I'd just downloaded on my phone.

"Jessica Newman." the sound of my voice sent chills running through my spine. It had come from me but it didn't sound like me.

There was a brief delay. "Who's this?"

"Your boyfriend is about to fuck a girl in a motel." I was enjoying it too much.

I heard her catch her breath before she said, "Did you start that ugly rumor?"

I controlled the urge to cuss her. She was focusing on the wrong thing but then I understand it was her way of dealing with the whole thing.

"It's Molly's. The place beside White Mac's kitchen." with that I ended the call.

It was up to her to take the bait or stay back. My bet was on her kicking the door down but then she had sounded terrified. Terrified enough to turn a blind eye on a cheating bastard? Guess I had to find out.

I told my mom I was going out for a jog. She complained about how late it was for what felt like an eternity before letting me go but not after giving me the stink eye. The sweatshirt and baggy pants I wore along with my track shoes sold it completely for me.

I got there some minutes later and watched from the shadows. The door to the room whose number she had texted to me faced the back entrance of the motel. I watched the door for almost an hour getting equally frustrated and tired.

Just when I was about to slump in my hiding spot, the silhouetted form of two figures appeared and they seemed to be heading towards the room.

I caught just a glimpse of Jessica's blonde hair and brought out my phone in a blink to record the show. The other girl with her looked familiar. It was Rashida, one of her ass-kissing minions.

Jessica knocked on the door, an hesitant almost soundless tap. The girl with her shoved her aside and hit the door with the force of a battering ram.

The door opened and I heard the piercing sound of a wail. Jessica.

I smirked to myself zooming in to get a better view. Rashida yanked the blonde woman and pulled her out of the room. She was naked. Oh yeah.

Her tits bounced as she struggled to get her claws on Rashida. Jessica sat by the corner crying her eyes out. It was a friggin' mess. I almost felt bad for her but she deserved what she was getting.

The blonde's finger finally connected with Rashida's face and she slashed her missing her eyes. Red streaks appeared across Rashida's face as the first few drops of blood stained the entrance.

"You bitch!" Rashida squealed.

They fought pulling each other's hair. I caught Paul just as he ran away from the entrance with his clothes bundled up in his hands. He didn't even pay his beloved Jessica any mind as she wept easily.

I got what I needed. I'd definitely have to pay extra for damages seeing as the stripper had to deal with Rashida but that was fine with me. Seeing Jessica in pain made it worth every penny.

When I uploaded the video the next morning, it was completely anonymous, of course, and just like a classic high school movie, the whole school were buzzing about it when I walked in.

Rashida had to get two stitches and Jessica stayed home sick. Everyone talked about how Jessica had been played and embarrassed, about how she cried like a baby very unlike the immortal toughie she always portrayed herself to be. I'd expected a touch of sympathy at least but the wolves were out for blood and I'd just served them fresh prey.

She missed school two more days but then she resumed the third day looking pale and washed up. The slap in the face came during recess when Paul was seen locking lips with a big-breasted junior.

Jessica ran out of class with eyes full of tears. It was just the opportunity I needed to hammer the thickest nail in the coffin.

I snuck out of class and found her crying in one of the female stalls. Her color was gone completely leaving her face deathly pale.

She looked up at me as I approached, dismissed me, continued crying like I wasn't there. Her sobs were short and choked at the back of her throat.

I sat down beside her letting her depression swallow me whole. Poor kid, I thought patting her gently. She let down her resistance and burrowed closer to my warmth.

"He's not worth it." I whispered to her.

It was ironic how often these situations occur in life. The masterminds secretly masking as the ones who hold up a handkerchief to their victims. Savage.

She cried for a while. All I could think about was how I'd orchestrated the whole thing. How it was all a manifestation of my brilliance.

Her tears stopped after a while and I walked with her back to class giving her the shoulder she needed while I plan my next course of action in ending her reign.

After school, she left giving me the go ahead to handle the practice for the day. I didn't let it show then but I was so fucking excited I'd have jumped off a mountain top.

The girls were a difficult bunch to handle but they had no choice but to follow my lead. Jessica's minions were a vicious group and they showed me how venomous they were.

I was distracted most of the time as my eyes kept locking with Coach Calton's. It was a subtle forbidden dance, one I was sure I hadn't imagined.

That evening while I contemplated texting Coach Calton or not, drawing up pros and cons adding charts to the mix, my dad called out.

"There's someone here too see you, T-bear."

The origin of the nick 'T-Bear' is a story I wish I could erase from existence.

Who could possible come over to see me on a school week? I'd paid off the stripper in full. Besides she had no idea where I was staying. The only people that had access to me in school knew to call first before showing up which left me wondering who my mystery visitor was.

The telltale sound of feet coming up the stairs then a knock on my door made me slightly curious.

"Come in." I said hesitating just a little.

Jessica walked into my room with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry for showing up like this."

She looked much better with her hair in a bun and the pale plaid shirt she wore made her face brighter. She wore dark mini skirt.

I felt self-conscious in my own room because I was wearing nothing but a big ass T-shirt and panties. The shirt was big enough to cover my ass up.

"It's fine." I moved to an upright position as she sat on the edge of my queen sized bed. "You look better."

"I feel better too." She admitted with a weak smile. "Thanks for covering up for me today. I really needed the time to myself."

I told her it was nothing. Besides I was going to be in charge soon. She was just letting me test-drive my position early.

She stared awkwardly at me like there was something she wanted to say but she didn't know how to. I laughed.

"What?" I giggled the word out.

She pulled forward and kissed the word out from my lips...