the first time she’d hooked up with lola it had been a bit of a — fluke, of sorts. daisy had spent her entire life repressing her sexual desires; she didn’t have the time. between getting perfect grades, transitioning into college and working to be the captain of a cheerleading squad, she’d never been able to really delve into all the corners of her mind. lola had been her number one for a while and that had bloomed into a wonderful friendship, a friendship that had allowed her to feel comfortable enough to hook-up with her after a party one night. she’d brushed off all talk about it, made the brunette pinky-promise to keep it between them and honestly she figured it would be a one-and-done sort of thing. however, now that it was just the two of them tidying up after practice she was feeling the same sort of tension that she had that night. “lola? has everyone cleared out of the changing room?” in other words, were they alone? “did you want to come back to mine? i could use some input on a few... ideas that i have... for the squad, of course.”