Author's POV
The first day of college is over and I'm going to skip to the tryout part shit. Enjoy.
Peyton POV
I was nervous trying out for the cheerleading. I mean I'm flexible but we all know how jealous bitches be. Anyways, the routine was fairly easy. You had to do 3 cartwheels, 5 toe-touches, and 3 front roles that turned into splits while dancing to music. It was simple. I auditioned and I made the squad. GO HORNETS! Ha ha. I get to cheer my baby on at every game. I was walking in the hallway when I saw Jordan. "Baby guess what?" "What?" He asked. "I'm a cheerleader!" He smirked. You goin' do some tricks for me?" "Nigga ya nasty!" I laughed then went to Pre-Algebra.
Jordan POV
Yay! Bae made cheerleading. Basketball tryouts were after U.S. History and I was walking to History I bumped into somebody. "Oh my bad man." When I looked down I saw August. "The fuck!" We said the same time. "Man what the fuck are you doing here." August said. "Going to college fuck it look like?" I said in a duh tone. He stupid. "Look nigga. I'm not tryna argue with you. We need to meet up and squash this. You and Peyton meet me at quad at ." He walked off like he said some shit. "Smh." I mumbled. Guess we got a meeting later. I went to History and she already on some shit. This goin' be a long period.
Peyton POV
I was in class when I got a text from Jordan.
Bae: August and his hoe on campus and we meeting them at the quad at 6. Love you.
Me: Okie dokie artichokie. Lovd you too.
With that, I continued listening to the lecture on Government.
