Erica and the Witch Hunt
by johndoe06

Erica and the Witch Hunt - Part 2

Oh no, the cheerleader is walking away! What do I do, What do I do?

Without a clear decision in my head, my body just sprinted forward, catching up with the cheerleader girl. I can probably try to sneak into Daisy's class after this then!

With that little sprint I was now on the cheerleader's side. She was a Senior, I think her name was Polly? She was in Lisa's cheer squad and supposedly they were all scared of Lisa (as was half of the school), but mainly cause Lisa was the captain. She was pretty cute, lean and very well built, she had porcelain white skin, with jet black eyes, and dark circles around eyes like she hadn't slept in days, but I think that's just what she looked like. She had long high ponytail and was wearing the cheer squad uniform like Carrie and Lisa usually did. The whole squad was very popular in their own social circles. If I remember correctly she had seem me naked a couple of times thanks to Lisa's 'pranks', but I don't remember her reactions. I should tread lightly.

I tried to starting conversation but I'm not very social so the first thing that came out was a nervous laugh before I said "Hey Polly, which class you're going to?"

She raised an eyebrow, there was a clear look of annoyance on her face.

"It's Molly." She said deadpan "and I'm going to Chemistry with Mr. George" she turned her head and kept walking as if hopping this was the end of our interaction.

I followed her staying on her side as we walked.

"Oh... Yeah... sorry, Molly, haha, I... so... What were you and Daisy talking just now?"

She looked and a little surprised in a bad way "uh... none of your business?"

I was taken aback a little, but maybe I shouldn’t have been so blunt. She looked really over this conversation but I needed to press further, maybe toning it down a little.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that... I was just... I really need to know."

"Erica, I’m not telling you. Get lost!"

"Please Pol… Molly, pretty please... I need to know if it was about me" I said and then whispered “…you know… the streaking…” I said blushing.

Molly stopped walking and I stopped with her. She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I see. It's one of THOSE days" she looked unimpressed, while I had begging eyes. "You're not gonna let this go are you?"

I shook my head sideways, hoping my insistence would help.

She looked me up and down, one eyebrow still raised, like the gears in her head were turning. She finally said:

"Ok, I'll tell you..." and I jumped excited "...but I want your cardigan"

My excitement stopped. Of course there was always a catch, but at least it was a harmless one, and if it could stop Molly from telling Daisy about me it was honestly a small price to pay.

I was dressed in a dark blue loose-fitting, oversized sweater, with lighter blue cardigan. I was wearing some worn out baggy jeans and sneakers. I had the usual bra and panties with different shades of grey. I wasn't wearing a shirt under the sweater cause it was almost a shirt. also If I got hot I could just remove the cardigan... Like I was about to now.

"Deal." I said removing my cardigan. It didn't cost more than a few bucks anyways.

I handed the cardigan to her and she bundled it up inside her bag. I could see her grinning for the first time since I started talking with her.

"Ok, here it goes: I don't even know Daisy, we just have the same class tomorrow and she wanted to know if I knew how much the test was going to count for the final grade. I said I don't know and that was it." She said, looking at me with as if waiting for me to say something.

"But... but... what about the 'masked streaker'?"

"You mean you? what about it?" she said looking down on me.

"Daisy said she knows someone who knows I'm the masked streaker and that they're going to tell her... I thought it was you."

"Well, I don’t know anything about that." she said blowing me off.

I can't believe I lost my cardigan and was still in danger of being humiliated and expelled with no new clues to help. Tears began to form under my eyes. I think Molly felt bad for me cause she then took a deep breath and began talking calmly but still a little annoyed.

"Erica, look, you really don't have to worry about anything coming from the cheer squad, ok? Lisa literally said she'd kick anyone who exposes you off the team with no second chances. I NEED this team and I know everyone in the squad needs it too, and I'm not letting your exhibitionist ass ruin my chances for a scholarship, you hear me?!" She said, getting kinda angry in the end there. She calmed herself again before continuing. "If anything you should probably worry about the guys who are NOT on the cheer squad. You know, John, Henry and Bill."

I just stood there without saying anything. She was probably right...

"Alright, now that is settled, I'm going to class and stop following me!" Molly said one last time before walking away.

I didn't even had time to thank her before I was left standing there wiping my tears. At least she was nice enough to reassure me no one in the cheers quad was going to expose me... or maybe she did it just to get rid of me... I can’t be sure.

AAAh! I screamed in my head in frustration. What a waste of time! I still can't believe I lost a piece of clothing over nothing. I should've known better than to ask a cheerleader for help, they are always out to make fun of me. How could I be so stupid?!

*SLAM*

I heard the sound of a door slamming, startling me and making me realize I was alone in the hallway. Everyone had already gone to class. I quickly looked back and saw that the door to Daisy's class was still open. I ran to it and then slowly peaked my head inside. The teacher wasn't in yet and Daisy was sitting in the front seat (typical). She wasn't talking to anyone, she was just sitting with her back straight, and smiling with her hands together, waiting for the teacher to walk in.

Maybe I could skip my first period and see if she talks with anyone, maybe I could even talk to her. My first period was Art History, I don't think I even saw Ms. Cramling taking attendance. Yeah, I can skip it, it should be fine.

Then again Lisa did warn me not to talk to her...

Well, I don't need her permission. I am my own person! And if I'm discreet maybe she won't find out...

While I was in my own head Daisy had spotted me on the door and was waving at me. So much for sneaking...

I walked inside and she motioned for me to sit next to her.

"Hey Erica, I didn't know we had this class together" she asked sounding cheerful.

"Oh hey... yeah, we don't. I'm suppose to be in Art History right now..." I nervous smiled.

"What? Erica I don't think I can condone you skipping classes" she suddenly looked serious. I could see her looking around, looking for the teacher who hadn't arrived yet.

"No, wait. It's fine. I'm done with my project, I'd just be studying on my own there anyway!". She looked skeptical still. "...and I wanted to hear more about that petition of yours" I improvised.

Her semblance changed completely when she heard what I just said. She had a smug smile, her shoulders relaxed and she seemed to completely forget about me cutting class. She grabbed her bag, taking out the clipboard and a binder from her bag excited as she started talking.

"Why yes Erica, I WILL tell you more about it. I worked really hard on it and if we get enough signatures we're getting that masked slut expelled from this school for good."

I gulped. She continued.

"I'm sure you're aware of that degenerate girl who's running around school completely nude, wearing only a mask, they are calling her the masked streaker. I heard she ran naked through the football game, flaunting her tits to everyone, getting off on it. I didn't actually see it but I saw her the day after, in the parking lot, clearly enjoying herself, and more recently during the Sadie Hawks Dance when she made her little act. I cannot fathom the audacity of that girl to do that not once, but THREE times. Who does she think she is? What is she planning next? I just know she won't stop until the whole school has seen her gushing all over the floor. This is a school of good decent people and I'll not allow such vulgar displays!" She said, starting to lose her cool. "That little show at the Sadie Hawks dance was beyond disgraceful, the girl touched herself in front of everyone, moaning like a... like a... UGH! Shameless, I tell you! Can you believe the utter lack of decency? I shudder at the mere thought of it."

I just sat there, quiet. trying to keep it together, but I was feeling awful, was that really how most people saw me? I didn't do it on purpose. Tears were starting to form on my eyes again.

That didn't stop Daisy from continuing, I don't think she even noticed "In an effort to preserve the sanctity of our sacred school, I have gathered all the evidence of her disgusting acts." She said opening her binder, Showing various pictures of the masked streaker (ME) running in the buff.

Oh my god, pictures of me completely naked! (save for the mask). Looks like she gathered pictures from everyone who had them. My bare body on display, all in frame, tits, ass, everything! There was even one of me masturbating, legs spread in the parking lot.

Instinctively I closed the binder on her hands, much to her surprise.

"I...I..." I didn't know what to say. "I can't bare to look at it..."

"I know, disgusting, right? I can't bare to look at it either. We need to put a stop to it. If we get enough signatures Principal Miller will have no choice but to expel her and stop this degeneracy!"

I was already sweating, nervous with Daisy determination to bust my ass.

"So, are you with me, Erica? Or do you condone this indecency like your friends?"

I panicked and just blurted out "No! I mean, YES, I'm with you, it's a great idea" I said, fake smiling after.

She smiled, handing me the clipboard and a pen.

I decided to sign it before she got suspicious. It was a miracle she didn't recognize me in the pictures.

I looked down, seeing what I just signed. There were only two signatures, hers and mine.

"It's not going great, most boys here are horny and shameless, but I didn't expect the girls to be so uncooperative, I don't know why they are protecting this little minx."

Why did she have to use such hurtful words... I tried speaking, weakly for all the shame I was feeling.

"But you... WE don't even know who she is. How is the petition going to help?"

"Ah, yes, your friend said the same thing, didn't she? don't worry about that. I have a plan, I really do know someone who knows who she is, and they agreed to tell me."

My eyes bulged. So she wasn't bluffing before!

I opened my mouth to say something but she interrupted me before I could.

"Ok, take this" she placed the clipboard on my hands "try to get as many signatures as you can, I'll do the same in my classes. Really try to sell it, ok? don't come back until you get lots, you hear me?" she said giggling and standing up. "Now go back to your class before the teacher comes."

Oh! I stood up with her without thinking as she motioned me out of the class. The teacher hadn't even arrived yet. I guess she never really overlooked the fact that was skipping class...

Daisy pushed me out just as teacher arrived. He just game me a quizzical look before Daisy greeted him and closed the door behind me.

Dammit, now there was no way to see who she was going to talk to next and she had even given me homework. I looked at the clipboard in my hands... but she did say she'd only meet the person at the end of the day, maybe I can still find out before that, and stop this whole thing!

I still didn't really need to go to this class, what I said before was true. Maybe I can still find the boys and ask them what they know, they usually helped me out... for a price...

I shivered just thinking about.

They always skipped class behind school. Or Maybe I should just talk to the girls... Lisa and Alicia assured me they had everything under control, maybe I could ask the specifics. I guess my other option was to talk to Liana, she was the only one who wasn't a friend or cheer squad member who knew about me, but she was batshit crazy, too unpredictable…