BRING IT ON : AGAIN.

TWELVE

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"Dear Lord, help us kick almighty ass today in our debut as a spirit squad. Help us to perform the double back handspring into a back tuck as majestically as your only son Jesus would. This is a big sporting event for us. Guide us in leading this team to victory. Bring it in." Francis said as he put his hand in the middle causing us all to follow.

Whittier smiled as she cheered, "One, two, three!"

"Renegades!" We all said aloud in unison.

We ran forward as a team, some doing stunts before getting into position. "Come on Croquet!" Whittier cheered. Everyone was voicing out their own words of encouragement while everyone either playing or watching the game at hand turned to us confused.

Monica, Whittier and I stood in positions first before starting out the cheer, "Ready? Okay! That's all right. It's croquet." Everyone's voice was beginning to overlap. So Oliver exclaimed, "Come on! Come on! Yeah! Let's go! Yeah!" He ended for us as we cheered random motivational phrases leaving before stepping forward once in another spot.

"Take that ball and hit it. What I say? Now whack it. Yeah, now that's the ticket. Yeah, that's the ticket." We cheered together before once more overlapping over each other's words.

"It's the suckiness that bothers me!" One of the players yelled as we all looked at each other in defeat. Whittier seemed the most upset out of everyone and I didn't blame her as of right now.

Soon before another word could be shared, Derek showed up in his truck with Seojun beside him as music blared from the speaker in the back. I smiled at him when we made eye contact before turning to Whittier and laughing at her excited expression.

"Let's hit it!" Whittier started as we all danced the routine practice in unison.

Everyone cheered without the need of overlapping, "Tell me what we need. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we breathe. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we bleed. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we need. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we breathe. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what you see. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we need. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we breathe. Stinger pride. Stinger pride. Tell me what we bleed. Stinger pride. Stinger pride."

The croquet player hit the ball as everyone watched in anticipation before it made it in. As we all cheered, I ran towards Seojun as he picked me up. His eyes widened at his actions causing him to lower me back to the ground as we continued to stare at one another. I followed his actions watching as his eyes trailed down to my lips before I made a bold move and pulled him closer so that I could kiss him. It was a soft kiss, a kiss that was not rushed and not too slow for anyone's liking.

"Way to go man!" Derek exclaimed as he grabbed onto Seojun's shoulders causing us to hastily pull away from the other.

Monica stood beside me as she rolled her eyes and flicked him on the forehead, "Seriously Derek?" She held the expression of annoyance as Seojun who decided to slap him on the back of his neck as he looked confused, "You should've let them be! Idiot."

Whittier linked arms with Monica and I as she gestured for everyone to celebrate in the cafeteria.

I sat beside Seojun as we both laughed at Monica who continued to complain about having to save Whittier with my help in a teasing manner unaware of Marni watching until she stood before us. "Your, uh, squad... is going to have a real tough time winning nationals... when, technically speaking, you don't exist."

"Look around, I'd say we exist." I scoffed just as Derek pointed in my direction in agreement.

Marni looked at Derek in disgust before asking, "Who are you?" Before he could respond, she shushed him and made a gesture for him to stay silent with her fingers so she could continue to talk, "Shh... it's called a razor, scruffy boy." Marni then turned towards Whittier, Monica and I and threw a false smile, "You don't exist according to a little thing called Section Eight of the National Collegiate Cheer Association Bylaws." At our confused expressions, she laughed before throwing the books towards us, "Yeah. It states that, um, each university shall be represented by one and only one... O-N-E... cheer squad."

"You can't do this to us!" Francis complained with his mouth full of pizza. Penelope grabbed his arm and gestured towards her mouth making him swallow his food quickly.

Marni smirked at the two before responding, "So make like a Tom and Cruise."

"This is modern day imperialism!" Penelope defended as I looked at her with a nod at her words even if I was a tad bit confused.

Marni turned and rolled her eyes, "Boo freaking hoo."

"Uh, you missed something sweetie!" Monica spoke as she called for Marni's attention. Marni walked back towards us and rolled her eyes before nodding as she encouraged Monica to go on and talk, "It does say that only one team from State can go to nationals. But it doesn't say which team. That team could be us."

Laughing in disbelief, Marni put a hand up, "Look, even if all that is true. It doesn't matter. Varsity has been going to nationals forever. That is not gonna change."

"It just might." Whittier and I said unison before smirking.

Monica walked around us to stand before Marni. "Looks like we're at an impasse." She then crossed her arms over her chest as she rose a brow at the girl, "So, how 'bout you and I just figure this out right now."

"Where did you get that? That does not belong to you." Marni said as her jaw clenched as she continued to stare at the sweater Monica wore. It was Greg's, I only know because he gave it to her in front of Whittier and I when Monica had said she was cold.

Whittier stood from her seat and tried to mellow out the tension, "Ladies, we are not going to settle things this way. There's only one honest, impartial person on this campus who can judge who's right."

Marni mimicked her but left in a hurry when Monica demonstrated a gesture of almost hitting her.

"I'll talk to the dean tomorrow everyone." Whittier admitted as she sat back down causing everyone to return to their previous conversations.