A Year Being the Cheerleader

18.

"Sooo?" Nate prompts me and wiggles his eyebrows, but the seriousness in his eyes betray his effort of trying to act casual. "What was this morning about?"

"Didn't I say lunchtime?" I ask playing a game on my phone.

"It is now," he says taking out a chocolate bar and I glare at him as I pause my game. "You want piece."

"No thank you," I scrunch my nose up in disgust. "I don't like chocolate."

"Stop cursing bad words," he chastise me.

I roll my eyes. He does this every time. He acts as if it isn't normal for a person to not like chocolate.

"Well, I will curse some more if you don't take that chocolate bar out of my sight," I threaten feeling my stomach tighten. "The smell alone makes me want to puke and I can't afford to lose anymore weight."

He shrugs and gulps down the entire thing.

"Remind me never to kiss you again," I say before choking my own words.

How did that slip out of my mouth?

"Amber, is that really the reason why you look like a train wreck this morning because I'm-"

"My parents want me to join the cheerleading squad," I say covering my mouth to hide a yawn as I feel the effects of not sleeping through the night. "And I don't want to."

"Oh," he simply says looking at me intently which makes me a little uncomfortable.

"That's all you have to say."

"Well, I think it's a good idea," he informs me relaxing a little in his chair. "But I don't think you like that so I am going to shut up."

"Do you really mean that? Honestly?" I ask him and his hand combs through his hair for the second time since I saw him today.

"Yes," he answers after a long moment of silence which almost made me think he wasn't going to say anything.

I nod grimly. "I am going to try-outs today."

"Wait," he begins to panic. "I don't want to pressure you into anything and I believe you should do what you want to and not what-"

"Shush," I say putting my index finger on my lips. "I already told my father I would do it. This is my decision, no one else's."

I give him a smile that doesn't reaches my eyes, but he doesn't say anything. My teacher then comes in the class.

"Okay," he responds coming out of my class, mirroring my fake smile.

My teacher looks at Nate as he leaves with curiosity as he apologises for being late.

Let the lessons begin.

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"Today's try-outs," Ramona jumps out of nowhere causing me to drop my bag in fright.

"What the...?" I then close my eyes and rub my temples trying to regain some control.

"Oh sorry," she says bending down to take up my bag giving the guys passing a view of her rear which has them wolf whistling.

"No, it's okay," I say waving it off as I take my bag from her.

I am just grateful that she finally got up. A group of boys were beginning to crowd behind her. They then let out a grunt of unsatisfactory as she stands up straight. I see they move away with looks of disapproval. I roll my eyes. Boys.

"That was embarrassing," she says pushing a lock of her dusty blonde hair behind her left ear.

No shit Sherlock.

"So, will you consider joining the cheerleading squad?" She begs me and pouts.

"Sure," I tell her and I immediately see her eyes widen in shock. "Aren't try-outs today?"

"Um, yeah," she says almost excitedly.

"Let's go," she grabs hold of my hand and drag me to the gymnasium.

It is already full with girls, anxiously awaiting their names to be called by the coach and the bell just rang. These people are good.

"It seems I have to join the line," I inform her, but she continues to drag me to the front.

"No worries," she flashes a grin over her shoulder. "You won't have to wait."

"Amber," Mr. Longmore smiles at me. "How great it is to see you?"

"She's here for the try-outs," Ramona tells him.

"Well then, go ahead Miss Addison," he gestures to the space in front of him and a couple of the senior cheerleaders. "I am sure the girls waiting don't mind, am I right girls?"

The girls in the line nod dumbly, some even blushing when he looks at them. I roll my eyes. I can't believe these girls sometimes.

"Well," Ramona says excitedly sitting down beside who I recognize to be one of her minions. "Let's see what you got."

Oh God!

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