BRING IT ON.

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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." I said as Laenor and I practiced the spirit fingers with Jan on our way into the Universal Cheer Association Regionals auditorium that was being held at Cal State Dominguez Hills. Jan continued to mess around until Les and Nicolas took him to where the sign in sheets were.

Courtney grabbed a hold of my shoulders and stopped me from continuing, "You two need to stop worrying about the competition! We already know the routine sucks so there's no point in holding false hope over this competition," She said causing me to laugh as I shrugged her off.

I said a quick goodbye to Laenor after Whitney linked arms with me and pulled me to the sign in table. "We are totally going to lose this thing today...." I sighed out in irritation.

Whitney crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, "I will seriously fight Torrance if something goes wrong. I hate this routine and I hate Polastri. He was giving me the creeps whenever he was near me and that's seriously saying something."

"Some of these uniforms are so skanky," Courtney scoffed changing the subject as she looked around the room.

Whitney smirked as she eyed a cheerleader that had happened to walk by, "Whatever. They're white trash."

"Where do they get them?" Courtney continued to talk as I turned to look at who they were talking about but couldn't identify who it had been.

Whitney shook her head and rubbed Courtney's arm before speaking, "They're white trash. Stop worrying over them, they are seriously not worth the attention that you keep giving them right now."

Courtney seemed like she wanted to continue to complain until she was pushed forward and I had to grab her by the waist to steady her up straight. She turned around upset as Whitney and I exchanged glances after looking at the person responsible.

"Cutter, I'm gonna kick your ass, you evil whore! Don't think I won't!" Courtney shouted as she placed a hand on her hip.

The small girl who seemed like she was younger than ten, sneered at Courtney before stepping on her foot, "Get over it, hag!"

I laughed at the exchange until Courtney tried to lunge towards her, "She did not just hit me!" Whitney took a hold of Courtneys shoulders while I laughed as she tried to reach for the small child. "You little..."

"She's a little kid!" Whitney tried reminding her as she flailed her arms around in her hold.

Courtney then turned around and shoved Whitney away from her, "Get off me! Leave me alone! I need to beat this chick's ass! Let me at her!"

"Stop it, Courtney! This is stupid!" Whitney yelled back as Courtney continued to push Whitney harshly. I grabbed Courtney and placed her beside me so she could stop hitting Whitney while the small child stuck her tongue out at us.

We narrowed our eyes at the child before stepping around to sign in and meet up with the rest of the team. As we made our way to the them, we all noticed that the Clovers were called up to perform so we went to watch them.

They had a flawless routine, obviously better than ours. I didn't blame Kasey for dancing along as Darcy tried to get her to stop.

A reporter stopped to talk to us and our attention was diverted to the familiar sound of a mix that was being used for the cheerleaders of Mesa Cucamonga. Laenor grabbed a hold of my hand and helped pull me along so we could catch up to the others where we noticed strickenly similar routine being used.

"Spirit fingers," Missy scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Kasey seemed like she was ready to cry, "They stole our routine! Those losers!"

I placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking my head softly when she glanced at me, "Technically it wasn't even ours. But, we did get screwed you guys." Laenor hummed in agreement while Nicolas ran a hand over his face as we continued to watch the performance.

"And now, from San Diego, California, the five-time national champions, the Rancho Carne Toros!" The announcer said as we all glanced at each nervously from our positions. I wanted to laugh from the embarrassment that was soon to hit us as Darcy looked at me with a similar expression.

Everyone was cheering for us until we progressed further and further into the performance. It felt like it'd never end, until eventually it thankfully did. I was the first one off the mat, everyone else falling behind me.

Whitney and Courtney were beyond upset, muttering things to each other as they were the first to board the bus. Jan and Les had been sighing once in a while for some reason that even Nicolas and Missy teasing them wasn't gaining a reaction.

Missy and Nicolas were the only ones unaffected without a care as to what happened so seeing the two of them sitting on the bus together being the only source of laughter heard was unsurprising.

I leaned my head on the window before shifting my attention to Laenor as he took a seat beside me. "Are you okay Zar?" He asked with furrowed brows demonstrating his concern.

I nodded with a small breath, "Yeah but look that was just purely humiliating though. I just want to get out of here."

"Polastri's a bitch..." Laenor muttered causing a laugh to fall from my lips. "It's true, we all know that and I'm sure that from the end of our practice with him that even he knows that. So, you shouldn't stress over it too much anymore, it's over now." I nodded with a smile and let my head rest on his shoulder as we took a hold of one another's hands to lace our fingers together making small talk for the rest of the way home.