Chapter 6
Or how attracted she was to Heather Griggs, the lead cheerleader who had given Tess a fierce, sisterly hug when she was accepted to the squad and whose breasts had felt like twin pillows pressed against Tess’s own.
No one knew those things because no one asked, thank God, and she didn’t offer up the information, either. At first, it seemed easy to slip into the role they wanted her to play—pretty, popular girl, maybe a little ditzy at times, but not too dumb, because she had to keep up her grades if she wanted to get into the Army like her father when she graduated. Cheerleading kept her busy, and distracted, all those tight, teenage bodies pressed together on the school bus as they traveled together between games and practices, the girls comfortable with each other, never once suspecting their innocent brushes might mean anything more to her.