I Want to Forget

Chapter 1

His face was just so perfect. He had a jawline that could cut steel. Beautiful grey-green eyes. Lips that looked so kissable. Kobe was perfect, no guy was like him. And now he was gone. He was taken from me so quickly, yet it felt like I had to suffer for years. Kobe was living in Michigan happily, I hope. He didn't need me or any of his friends. He could find new ones with the snap of his fingers. It wouldn't be that hard for another girl to fall head over heels for him, like I did. I wanted Kobe to be happy. I looked through the pictures on phone and came across the one of Kobe and I at the graduation dance. It felt like ages ago, but in reality it has only been 3 months. I was already a week into my freshmen year. So far it was kind of boring. The only interesting thing that has been happening lately is my friends, Summer Hastings, Lina Ronk, and Kailah Cambridge, and I have been hanging out with Kobe's friends, John, Bryce, Jake, Jack, Blake, and Carson. It is a very odd friendship, considering our past together. You see we didn't exactly get along with the "Jock Boys" in middle school, but everything changed when Kobe left. I guess they wanted to become friends with me because we were all missing Kobe. Kind of an odd way to become friends, but this relationship we all have with each other might benefit me in the future. The only actual drama that has been happening is whenever I have to look at Toby Daniels. You see, Toby and I have a complicated past. I used to like Toby in 6th grade (You will learn more about that later), and he moved schools. Toby was my first heartbreak, and in 8th grade I went to a football game, and he was there. Toby had the nerve to tell Summer that I was a creep. I seriously didn't do anything remotely creepy to him. So now I have to carry the burden of seeing him every day at school. I don't like him, in fact I hate him more than I hated Bryce on the last day of school (Hard to believe. Right?). Everyday at school he has been giving me odd looks, and I don't know why. The school year has barely just started and I am already having boy drama. Can my life suck anymore? Well, lets find out.

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I stand in the Freedom High School gym with Summer. It was cheer tryouts. All summer long we have been working on our skills for cheer. Summer has an advantage. She did Liberty cheer in 8th grade, while I have no experience. I barely learned how to do the necessary skills, while most of the girls trying out have been doing this for years.

"Are you nervous?" Summer asks. I nod, sweat trickling from my forehead.

"Don't be, you mastered your routine."

"Just because I mastered my routine doesn't mean I am guaranteed to join the squad,"I tell her.

"Just take nice deep breaths, and pretend you are back in my old backyard, practicing cheer stunts and routines." I smile. Summer is supposed to move to Idaho soon. Their house sold so now they are living in a rental in Freedom District. I really thought that they weren't going to move ,but I guess they are. Although, I didn't believe Kobe would move. Oh how wrong I was. Anyway the tryouts started, and it was alphabetical order. Of course I go last because my last name starts with a W. For once I am happy to go last. I watch the tryouts, observing every potential cheerleader. It was Summer's turn to go on, and of course she was perfect. She landed every stunt. One thing she didn't do was smile, and that was a very important trait for a cheerleader to have. Summer usually smiles, but I guess she was just so nervous. After waiting for everyone to go, it was my turn. I walk to the middle of the gym and perform my routine. I was doing alright. I fell when I did my back-bend and I tumbled when I did my handstand. Even though I failed my stunts, I smiled and cheered loudly throughout the whole routine. I knew that was the only thing that would help me get on the squad. I wasn't flexible, or good at stunts. I finish my routine and walk off the gym floor and onto the bleachers, next to Summer.

"I was horrible," I tell her.

"No, well maybe you didn't land every stunt perfectly, but you did smile and cheer. That is probably one of the most important traits a cheerleader needs to have, and you are naturally like that. We can work on stunts," Summer tries to cheer me up. The cheer coach stands up and holds out a list.