Marci Wellington's POV
The first day of practice was controlled by the Coach and Gynamstic's instructor. The Coach was in charge of the basketball and football teams, while the Gymnastics instructor was in charge of the cheerleading squad.
Not to be judgmental, but those two acted like they'd been caught stealing money from a bank.
They've been stealing glances from each other since practice started and avoiding eye contact. Now that's someone who screams guilty.
Lucas and I are the only ones on the bleachers in the gym.
The football team was supposed to be outside, but it was raining. They were stuck doing warm-ups and exercises with the basketball team. They've been making sexy poses when none of the adults in the room was looking to display dominance.
As for the cheer squad; I've been flashed so many times, I think my eyes need to get checked after this.
"The testosterone in this room is choking me," I mutter to Lucas.
"I would say the same, but I'm not gay." He said.
Before I sent a dig his way, I heard a string of Spanish curse words which could only belong to my best friend.
"Carajo! Ustedes no tiene derechos a hablar de mis hermanos como si no estuviera aquí! Derramar mierda por todos lados y mantener tus malditas y estúpidas fantasias lejos de mi familia."
Translations: Damn it! You people have no right to talk about my brothers like I'm not here! Be spilling bullshit all around and keep your fucking stupid fantasies away from my family.
Back in middle school, Giá and I faced the same issue. That was her mantra most of the time.
Giá was glaring at her teammate, who smirked at her.
The rest of the squad had stopped what they were doing and looked at Giá with devious looks.
This won't end well.
The only person's voice I can hear is Giá's because her Spanish curses were bouncing off the walls, and thanks to the rain, the others' voices were drowning.
It's a stare-off.
Giá against the whole squad.
None of them looks ready to back down, and the woman in charge of them can't do anything. Because let's face it, the Lealtads are scary when they get angry.
The glare Giá gave them starts to waver when the cheer captain, Jade, comes forward and places a hand on Giá's shoulder.
Again thank you, Mother Nature, for blocking out her words.
The glare leaves Giá's face completely as her expression crumbles to one of defeat.
Mateo and Diego, who have been watching everything from afar like me, went to get to Giá. But she sprinted out of the room before they could reach her.
"What the hell just happened?" His mother tongue will show off soon. I hope Diego can subdue his younger brother, who never allows anyone to meddle with their sister.
I tsk, "I'll be right back." I tell Lucas and take off after Giá.
The Grim stone institute is known for being one of the best public schools in the state of Miami. The junior, middle and high schools were separated into different buildings and had five floors each.
Giá could be anywhere here; I know she wouldn't leave because walking home in the rain is not an option. I go for the stairs and start to head to her haven, the science club block.
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