“Santana, you can take your fat ass and fugly fucking face and get off the field! There’s no way you guy’s win this game and if you even scored it would be a miracle!” Nayella could always talk shit but I was so confident. I couldn’t let her talk like that about our team. We take football very seriously around here and we take cheerleading even more seriously. Shit talk is common, but Nayella and I have been rivals for years. Every cheerleading competition, every football game, we couldn’t help but be at each other’s throats.
“Wow, you’re one to talk! If your team makes even a single touchdown this game I-” I was cut off by the bitch herself.
“You’ll strip.” Nayella smirked, her pretty blonde ponytail bouncing as she tilted her head. “You are going to give our boys a little strip show to congradulate them!”
“What? What the fuck? Are you seriously saying you want me to flash my cooch to your mouth breathers?” I snickered, thinking she was kidding. I was wrong.