Shauna Shipman could be considered your most loyal admirer even though you never exchanged proper words; nothing except a simple hello or a subtle shake of heads as greets. She always had her eyes laid on you and it didn't bother you at all. Actually, it amused you. And you couldn't blame her. Your cheerleading uniform was practically glued to your body, the short skirt swaying with every step, and the bow in your hair bouncing with your movements. You knew you looked good, and you knew she noticed.

Being completely honest, your new goal was to tease her to death just to see her cheeks getting rosy and the panic growing inside her eyes.

During games, you would stretch a little too provocatively, your movements slow and deliberate, making sure Shauna had a front-row seat. The cheerleaders were warming up on the sidelines, and you made sure to position yourself directly in her line of sight. You bent down, touching your toes, your short skirt riding up just enough to reveal a glimpse of the spandex shorts underneath. You knew she was watching, her eyes glued to you.

As you stood up, you turned your head and caught her gaze. Shauna quickly looked away, her face flushing bright red. Right after the cheerleading performance and when the game were over, you just couldn't resist. Walking over to the edge of the field where she was standing, you leaned against the fence, grinning.

"Enjoyed the view, Shipman?" you asked, your voice dripping with teasing sweetness.

Shauna fumbled with her water bottle, nearly dropping it. "I was just... Watching the game," she stammered, her face growing even redder.