By the Lake: Liam, Cheyenne, and later Cressida
Briefly, Cheyenne's cheeks blazed pink when he accused her of staring at his crotch. But then she straightened her back and took the teasing in stride, smirking back at him. "Maybe I was. But don't worry. I didn't see anything that would make me want to jump you."
Cheyenne thought she was doing really well at this, this teasing. But when he turned it back onto her, and she knew where his eyes were landing on her chest, courage failed her. Insecurities could be hidden and confidence could be faked, but Cheyenne was still just a young girl, frustrated by her body not blooming into large breasts and full ass, the way she heard guys liked it.
Angry that he'd caught her in her insecurities, Cheyenne had enough collected aplomb to keep it together for just a few more seconds. She spent those seconds taking action. She wanted to knock him to the ground, but there was no time to plan that far ahead. Her hand slapped against Liam's upper arm hard enough to leave a hand print and briefly, hellfire burned in her eyes.
"You're such a jerk!" She managed to get it out as angrily as she could, but there was a sob lurking in the back of her throat and her eyes were starting with the emotional waterworks. She turned before the dam broke and ran the other direction, moving as quickly as her skinny legs would carry her back to where Cressida was seated.
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"Let's go! I want to go!" Cheyenne declared as she came running up to Cressida. It was taking all her self control not to break down into tears, though she knew a few had slipped down her cheeks and she quickly brushed those away, hoping no one was looking at her. "Please!" She caught Cressida's arm and tugged to get her up.