Sarah made it to the locker room unobstructed, and screamed in frustration as soon as she crossed the threshold. Some other girl scurried out, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She paced along the lengths as she fumed, and wept to herself. Those two stole Biff from her. They stole the cheer captain position from her. They stole her beautiful smile, and she's not even a girl anymore! There's no way she'll be able to enjoy sex like this. They'll pay... They'll pay! They Will Pay!
All the fervor just served to hide her sorrow, and as it burned out she crumpled to a bench and pouted. She looked at her hands, her bigger heavier hands, clumsy and sighed. Slowly she brought herself to her feet. Her eyes inevitably fell on a mirror and she looked at herself again. Sure, she was still feminine, but she could tell the difference. Her heavier brow. Her rougher complexion. Her wider jaw. It was subtle, but to her, it was immense. She turned around to go home for the day only to come face to face with Montanna.
"What's up girlfriend?" She states with a smile.
Sarah only glances up as she tries to push past Montanna. "Nothing, I'm going home."
"I don't think so!" Montanna wraps her arm around the girl and guides her back to the benches. "We need you tonight for practice! We still have to finish working on our dance routine for the spirit rally tomorrow." She settles into the bench next to Sarah and puts her arm around her. "Come on!" She says encouragingly. "What's up?"
Sarah tenses up at first, but meets Montanna's eyes out of the corner of her own and relaxes. "I..." She struggles with finding the words. Expressing emotion is very easy, but being vulnerable is not. This, Sarah concludes, is about as vulnerable as she's ever been. She steels herself, and refocuses on her goal. "I need something from Aggie, but she can't know." Sarah begins. "I know it sounds stupid, it's just some small a rock! It's really important to me, but she and Karen took it." Even as she talks Sarah can tell she's not convincing or genuine sounding.
"Yes! I totally believe you. This is all about a rock." She laughs softly. "Come on girl, whatever it is, you can tell me."
Sarah ponders that for a moment. Can she tell Montanna? Could she weave an effective enough story to enlist her help?
