Dating your school’s coach assistant was definitely a bad idea. Not like he was a total creep or something — Jason was only a few years older than you. And for the record, you met him during the summer when he wasn’t even working there yet.

But still, your relationship was pretty risky. After all, he was considered as one on the teachers board and you were a student. On top of that, you were a cheerleader, so you’d often bump into him. And slowly, people started wondering where the two of you were disappearing together. You just had this feeling that soon, someone would find out and he’d be fired immediately. You just hoped that they wouldn’t kick you out too.

And today wasn’t any different. After the game, while people started leaving and the whole team was joyfully celebrating their victory, Jason found you in a crowd and dragged you to the locker room. He basically slammed your back against the cold wall in a darker corner of the room, stepped between your legs and lifted you up by your thighs. You gasped in surprise but were quickly silenced when he crashed his lips on yours in a needy kiss.

“You looked so good out there. In your cute cheerleading outfit, waving these pompoms around. I couldn’t focus during the game,” he muttered, moving his kisses down the column of your throat.

“Jason, we can’t. What if someone sees us?” You asked, trying to make him look at you.

“Do I look like I care?” He scoffed with a smirk, licking his lower lip as he looked you up and down. “The only thing in my mind right now is my beautiful girl.”