Christie’s tale or The third leg of the triangle pt.1

Author’s Note:
This series really got away from me. I had originally intended Chris and Christie to be a stand alone story about the two of them. However, Hailey wound up taking on a greater significance in their saga than I had originally intended, and I found myself wanting to delve into her perspective.
Once I had done that, I realized that although she features largely in both stories, Christie’s role, while easily apparent, is never really explained and her motivations never fully explored. So I decided to finish off the series by telling the same story AGAIN, but this time from her point of view. (It also saves me from having to come up with something completely new :D)
The order to read them so that they make some sense is:
1. Chris and Christie
2. Hailey’s Story
3. Christie’s Story
This is the longest of the three stories, so I’ve broken it up into several parts. Even though you know by now how it will end, I hope you enjoy it.


Christie entered the front door as quietly as she could. She did not want to face her parents right now.
She stealthily tiptoed down the hallway and into her bathroom, locking the door behind her, and sighing with relief.
She looked into the mirror and saw her lips trembling.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be romantic and special, this was just … awful.
She undressed and pulled off her special panties, bought in secret, just for tonight. She looked down at the crotch and saw the bloodstain.
Shit. These are ruined. And now I have to get rid of them where my parents won’t find them.
She rolled them up and put them in a plastic bag, she’d ditch them later.
She climbed into the shower and ran the water.
She heard a knock at the door.
“Christie? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah mom, I’m just really tired. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”
“Okay. Good night.”
Once Christie stood under the nozzle for a few minutes, she poured some shower gel into the loofa and began scrubbing herself.
When she started washing between her legs, she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she began to cry.

Mike was supposed to be the answer to her problems.
A precocious 10th grader, Christie was the lone Sophomore on the Varsity Cheer squad. Her gymnastics background was a real asset when it came to tumbling, and she could do stunts that most of the girls couldn’t dream of.
When she first made the squad, she thought that she would ascend to the pinnacle of the high school hierarchy.
After all, she was smart, pretty, athletic, a cheerleader, and she had big boobs.
The total package, right? Everyone would love her.

Well, she was half right.
The Seniors on the squad hated her. It turned out that in order to make room for her, a junior wasn’t promoted from the jv squad.
This particular junior was the younger sister of one of the most popular girls in school, who was the captain of the varsity squad.
She and her minions shunned Christie, and the rest of the varsity cheerleaders followed their lead. She was still friends with the other Sophomore cheerleaders, but since they were on different squads, she barely saw them.
And since cheerleading took up so much time, Christie found herself forced to be around girls who didn’t like her for a majority of the time.
Christie was convinced that they had purposely dropped her on one of their stunts, and she flat out refused to do any more flying, earning her the further wrath of the squad, who claimed that she thought that she was better than the rest of them.
Well even if the girls didn’t like her, at least the boys did.
Which was a further source of problems for her.
Yeah, guys were lining up to date her, but she discovered right away that they only had one thing on their minds.
Going to the movies became an ordeal for her; under the cover of darkness they would grab her boobs and squeeze them.
Several guys had earned her enmity, and one had wound up with Coke all over his pants after he got too grabby with her.

She had gotten to the point that the only guy she trusted was her next door neighbor.
Chris was two years younger than her, and worshipped the ground that she walked on.
He was such a sweetheart, but just so …. nerdy.
Christie felt sorry for him, he didn’t really have any friends, and none of the girls even knew he existed.
Skinny and klutzy, he spent most of his time on his computer.
Christie couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t know him, and one of her favorite pictures was taken not long after he was born.
Her mom had dressed her up in a frilly white dress, and walked her next door. She sat her on the couch and gave her strict instructions on how to hold the baby, and then placed the infant in her arms before Chris’s mom took the picture.
It was framed on the dresser in her bedroom.
Chris hated that photo, claiming that he looked like a space alien, but Christie thought that it was absolutely adorable.
She called Chris her baby, and he had certainly acted like it, following her wherever she went, so she had always felt protective of him.
Although they had grown apart as they grew older, Christie always felt a special bond with him.
On the weekends, Chris would be doing yard work, and she would sunbathe outside just so she could have a real conversation with a guy whose end goal wasn’t to feel her up.
Christie knew that Chris would steal a peek at her in her bathing suit when he thought she wasn’t looking, but she didn’t mind. It was harmless, and would never lead anywhere.

Christie was wondering where all the high school fun she had seen in movies was supposed to be at.
Those stupid movies got everything all wrong. The good girl never got the guy, and the bitch never got what was coming to her. Not in real life.
But one Monday in the middle of the year, that all changed.
Standing by her locker, she saw the varsity quarterback walking her way.
She briefly wondered what he was doing down this hall, since it was mostly sophomore classrooms. Then he walked right up to her.
“Hey.” He greeted her.
“Ummm, hey.” She replied.
Was this really happening? Was he really talking to her?
“I’ve seen you around, noticed you at the games, you’re Christina, right?”
“Christie.” He had noticed her?
“You saw me at the games? Really?”
“Shit yeah, you’re fuckin’ hawt. I’d be sittin’ on the bench, supposed to be listening to coach, but I was really scoping you out.”
Christie blushed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she had since she was a kid.
She glanced around, aware that they were attracting quite a bit of attention.
The girls were all in awe of him, and the guys were aware that Christie was now out of their reach.
He leaned against the locker and folded his arms across his chest, subtly pushing his biceps out to make them seem bigger.
“So listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?”
“Me???? You want to go out with me????” Christie practically squealed.
He grinned at her.
“Shit yeah, my boy Josh is having a party this Saturday. Want to come with me?”
Christie thought that she was going to start hyperventilating any second.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
He nodded. “Cool. Where’s your phone?”
She handed it to him, and he programmed his number into it, before calling it. His phone beeped at him.
“Now we have each other’s numbers. I’ll call you later.”
And he walked off down the hall.
As soon as he was out of sight, several of Christie’s friends rushed up to her, chirping with delight.
“Omigawd, did he just ask you out? Girl you are soooooo lucky!! He’s so dreamy!!!!”
As they fussed around her, discussing how this would impact Christie’s life, she smiled to herself.
Maybe all those movies weren’t so wrong after all….
Christie spent the rest of the day on Cloud 9. Not even those cheer bitches would ruin her day.
When she arrived at practice, she was aware that she was the subject of everyone’s attention.
She went to a far corner of the mat to begin stretching by herself, as she normally did.
It wasn’t long before she had company. Several of the juniors came and gathered around her.
“Hey, is it true that Mike Walker asked you out?”
Christie smiled a bit.
“Yeah. But it’s not a big deal, we haven’t even made plans or anything.”
“No big deal?!?!?” They looked around at each other in shock and awe.
“No big deal?!?!? The star quarterback asked you out. You. A sophomore. Girl, that is a huuuuge deal.”
As they were chatting with her, Christie was aware that the group around her now included several Seniors. In fact, the only girls not around her were the squad captain and her clique.
The rest of practice, Christie could sense a change in the atmosphere.
No longer was she a shunned outsider, but now a part of the group. The captain’s clique may have been ignoring her, but they were only 5 girls out of 20.
Funny how something as small as a date with the right guy could change everything.
At one point, the squad captain barked an order at her, and Mandy, one of the other seniors told her to fuck off.
“Don’t pick on her just because Mike dumped you for her.”
Muttering curses, the captain walked away.
Christie’s eyes grew wide.
“Holy shit. He really dumped her for me????”
Mandy waved her hand dismissively.
“Not really. They hooked up at a party, and he never called her. She was going around claiming that they were dating, but he didn’t even remember her name. Ignore her, she’s a fucking bitch.”
Christie silently wondered why no one had bothered to stick up for her before, but she knew that if it hadn’t been for Mike asking her out, she would still be treated like shit by the rest of the squad.
While she thought that was a bunch of bullshit, she also wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she kept quiet.

That Saturday, Mike took her to a senior party.
Christie felt a little out of place, as Mike was the only guy there that she knew, but Mandy and some of the other cheerleaders were also there, so she gravitated towards them.
They hooted and hollered as they saw her, and pulled her down beside them.
“Hey girl, ever play asshole?”
“No, how do you do it?”
They dealt the cards and explained the rules, putting a drink in front of her.
Christie had never really drank before, but wanted to fit in, so she didn’t protest.
A little while later, Mike stumbled across their game.
“There you are, I was wondering where you had disappeared to. Are you girls corrupting this sweet young thing?”
“Fuck yeah!!! We’re showing her how to drink like a cheerleader!!!”
Mike chuckled. “Christie, no matter what they tell you, wine coolers are not a real drink.”
“Fuck off! Go do whatever football boys do and leave us to our fun!!”
Mike laughed and took Christie by the hand.
“Sorry girls, she’s coming with me.”
“Boo!!! Booooo!!!!”
Christie stumbled to her feet, giggling.
These girls are all right. She thought to herself.
She spent the rest of the evening with Mike, and he kept a close eye on her alcohol intake.
“Can’t take you home drunk.” He explained to her.
How sweet. She thought to herself.
Christie unfortunately had a midnight curfew. She had told her parents that Mike was taking her to a movie, but he graciously left the party early, getting razzed by his friends about dating a kindergartner. He was even cool about that.
As he walked her to her door, he thanked for the evening.
At this point, Christie was stuck. She wanted to kiss him, but couldn’t be the one to initiate it.
She was also a little nervous about whether or not he would want anything else.
He leaned in and planted a light kiss on her lips that left her wanting more, before he turned and walked back to his car.
“Mike?” she called after him.
“Yeah?” He turned back to her.
“Call me.” She said, and floated inside.

The next day, Mike called her to come hang out at the lake with him and his family.
As the day went on, the two of them would steal little kisses when no one was looking their way.
At one point, Mike put his hand on her side and begin rubbing up and down, coming close to her breast.
As he drew closer, Christie tensed a bit, anticipating a clumsy grope, but he reversed direction, and moved his hand back down towards her hip, leaving with a huge sense of relief.

After three weeks, Mike and Christie had progressed to making out, and while Mike’s hands had been roaming, he still hadn’t felt her up.
Christie wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for that, but her school life was much better, and she was amazed at how dating him had affected her social status.
That weekend was a big party, and Christie had told her parents that the cheerleaders were having a special practice night to prepare for an upcoming performance.
That had managed to get her out of her midnight curfew.
Some of the older girls had encouraged her to buy sexy underwear.
Christie had balked at that, she hadn’t planned on Mike seeing her in her underwear any time soon.
“No girl,” Mandy laughed.