The wind blew through my hair and I couldn't help smiling, I was on my bike, riding to school like I did every morning, I had done this every morning for as long as I could remember but usually it didn't seem like such fun. I felt happier than usual, my heart pounded in my chest and it took all my free will not to make my legs keep hitting the sidewalk, normally this annoyed me, but I was in a good mood and nothing could change that; not even the worst event of my life, like being stuffed in a trashcan – that had never happened to me but it had happened to a lot of uncool guys in my school slash grade. I dismounted when I reached the school gates and walked beside my bike, psyching myself up for the walk toward the bike shed, I loved walking toward the bike shed, everyone's eyes were upon me and I felt like the coolest person alive – like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered and my peers were my loyal servants. I pushed open the school gates and began walking, most waved or smiled at me, desperate to look cool and popular, but a couple of the nerds just ignored me and kept their eyes low, as not to draw attention toward themselves. There was one person in particular that I wanted to impress as I walked past and that person was Allie Malone – we'd been best friends since kindergarten which was the only thing stopping me from marrying her. The thing is, Allie's the hottest girl at Coldwater High, she's a blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheerleader but she's not self-centred or stuck-up, she doesn't take herself seriously and she's always laughing or smiling, she's so much fun and looks gorgeous no matter what she wears, she's one of those girls who could wear a trashcan and still look stunning. Her lips are ruby red and always look so kissable, she has a short blonde crop and sparkling blue eyes that look like the ocean, and then there are her legs; they're so long and completely hairless. But the best thing about Allie's appearance is definitely the clothes she wears, at school she's never seen without her cheerleading uniform and cute little sneakers – her feet are tiny which makes her even cuter – and at the weekend she wears shorts and tanks but she's still beautiful. I walked past her and smiled, gazing into her baby blue eyes which glinted like sapphires in the sunlight, in return she gave me a small grin but it wasn't a legitimate grin – it was one of those 'I don't want to seem rude' grins and it made my heart fall in my chest. I headed toward the bike shed and tied my bike to one of the steeple poles which the other cheerleaders often used to pole-dance upon when there was a guy they wanted to impress, it was fascinating to watch them do pole-dancing but Allie never did, she may have been a cheerleader but she was clean-cut and down to earth, she'd never dream of pole-dancing in front of her peers. No decent girl would I thought. I'd just finished tying my bike and was adjusting the hem of my shirt when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, I turned around to find Allie stood behind me looking sexier than ever in a very short mini skirt and a cheerleading camisole, her hair was tied in two little ponies and when she beamed at me, her dimples showed. I was so turned on, if only she'd worn heels. I smiled "wow" I gasped "you like it?" Allie asked with a cheeky grin "that's good, after all, I wore it to impress you" my eyes widened "what? Allie, are you okay?" I asked anxiously "never been better" Allie answered, twirling a single strand of short blonde hair around her index finger "are you ready?" I asked, regretting my choice of words seconds later. But Allie didn't seem to notice "oh, I'm ready" she replied confidently "the question is: are you?" I raised one eye-brow "Allie, what's going on? Do you need to see the nurse? Did you bang your head or something?" I sighed, was this the same girl who'd given me a look of pity a few minutes ago? Or was I going insane? Was this a fragment of my imagination or was it real? Suddenly, Allie untied my bike and threw it on to the grass "hold on to your socks, baby!" She cried; Allie wound her body around the pole and forced herself upwards as if her body was being controlled by an unseen force; she twisted, lunged and screamed in terror as if her body pole-danced as if it wasn't her own. I rushed over "Allie, are you alright?" And suddenly I realised what was going on: this was all a dream – my dream! I smiled and kissed Allie on the cheek "Allie" I mumbled "your mouth feels fluffy." I opened my eyes and found myself in my bedroom, kissing my teddy bear, I looked up and spotted my younger brother crouched in the doorway holding a cell phone "this is going on the internet!" He declared triumphantly "give me the phone, you bas****!" I screeched, climbing out of bed and chasing after him. As I ran, I spotted something on my desk: a photo of me and Allie, sweet and innocent Allie, I smiled, for once I was glad she didn't like pole-dancing and wasn't into me.....is she? Only time will tell.
Message from Ivan: "This isn't about me or anyone I know, it's just a little something I created myself so don't judge it – it was created after I read about pole-dancing cheerleaders and then I watched Glee – not a good idea!"
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