Molded-his first

[4] Peachy

Zola

Girls swarm everywhere. Today is cheer tryouts. I sit on the bleachers with Angela watching the freshmen practice their cheers in excitement.

Coach Woods calls out in our direction. "Zola and Angela! Come here and help me judge the newbies. "

"I'm gonna miss this,"  I say, wiping a fake tear.

"Girl, bye." Angela stands up and dusts her bum. "Please check me," she asks me before walking forward.

My eyes move to her butt before I stand up and hit it, telling her she's good. "If you Bluetooth me, it's on sight."

Angela has her 4b hair in a high puff and her edges done.

Angela and I walk over to the freshmen trying out and sit behind the table. "Ok, team," Coach Woods screams to get everyone's attention. "Today, we have two cheerleaders who were once like all of you." She jesters to Angela and me as we wave.

"Meet Zola, our best tumbler, base, and potentially the next senior captain." My eyes widen at hearing that. It's always been Ashley's dream to be captain. I can't take that from her. Besides, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her.

"And this is Angela, one of our best flyers." She carries on. "For some reason, if you look around, you will not be able to spot the rest of the team." Coach sighs. "Don't make that an excuse to do what they're doing or to be tardy. I don't appreciate this behavior and never will, and if you're going to do the same, I suggest you start walking off this field now! There will be consequences for your actions, and you will face them as a team! Capisce?" She shouts

The girls look at each other with horror on their faces. "Ok, and with that, let the cheer tryouts begin," I say, trying to lighten up the mood. "First round is dance, Angela over here will show you all a dance that you'll have to copy perfectly. She'll only show you the dance once, so pay good attention! You'll only have five minutes to practice the dance"

Angela gets up to go show them the dance, and I look back at the sheet of paper with the stages and the plan.

"Zola, do me a favor and get Coach Williams to get one of the football boys to help you bring a box full of pom-poms in the storage closet. And make sure the door doesn't close behind you."

"Yes, mam." I nod before walking to the gym.

I open the two doors that lead to the gym and scan the gym looking for coach Williams. My eyes land on Santonio in a tank top lifting weights. Gosh, this boy is ripped. I wave at him when he looks back at me, catching me checking him out. A smirk appears on his face before he carries on lifting weights.

"What do you want here, Carter?" I jump and turn around to face Andrés who is already looking down at me.

"Where's Mr Williams?" I ask.

"He's looking at the freshmen tryout. Why?"

"I need one of y'all to help me carry boxes to the field. Where's your captain, so I can ask him to borrow one of y'all."

"You're looking at him," Andrés frowns at the fact I didn't know he was captain.

"Oh, can I borrow one of your teammates? It'll only take -" I'm cut off by him walking away. Ok, rude.

"You coming, Carter?" He calls out. I follow him, jogging to catch up to his pace.

I open the store room and he follows behind me. "Oh, and don't let the door cl -"

Slam.

I turn my head to look up at him in disbelief. "You did not just close the door!" I yell.

"What?"