A Year Being the Cheerleader

21.

Saturday
Dear Olivia,

Today is the big day and for the first having nothing to do with school, evening can't come fast enough. The agitation is eating me alive. I am excited over a man who doesn't even know I am alive, but God he's worth it! Jeez...I think Ramona is already rubbing off on me and we haven't even started practicing yet. After being told I was the captain of the cheerleading squad Monday, things have been a little better. Mom and dad give me back my space. The rumors and gossip has lessen and I can go down the hallway at school without that heavy creepy atmosphere. Well, this all took place after news spread around Monday and Tuesday. By the time I reached home Monday evening, mom and dad already knew. It's kind of irritating and good at the same time. Maybe I can do less talking, it saved me from saying anything to my parents, but then again, if news spread so quick, imagine the destruction it can cause. I need to be a little bit more logical and optimistic about this. It is obviously going to weigh some pressure on me as my soccer coach said after try-outs. I told her I am fine. If anything happens I will just drop out. She laughed at me which is kind of rude and irritating, and said it wasn't that easy and I would see for myself. I don't like those things. I take warnings seriously, so I am trying to avoid as much of the high popularity right now. About Ramona and the minions? They always sat at my table during lunch since the term started, so that wasn't anything big. The only thing I do is decline any invitations to go anywhere or whatsoever. I know it lowers my popularity level, but I actually have no problem being invisible. Not like I really had a choice before, so I am just immune to it. But Nate has been a little too quiet since Tuesday. I have no idea what's up, but I won't force him to talk. Everyone already knows I don't like talking. I guess that's the problem I am going to have with Ramona. The talkative part isn't bad, but when she wants me to participate, she just loses me there. Anyways, she invited me to spa at three without the minions and it is about time to leave. Maybe accepting this one invitation will keep her off my tail for the entire year. Well, Ed Sheeran can say he saw a pretty girl at his concert. That is if he notices me. I don't know when I am going to write in you, but by this late update you must realize it won't be often. Later!

AMBER

"Keep still, Amber," Ramona laughed. "The man isn't going to kill you."

I don't understand how she finds this funny. The man is feeling up my feet and I only have on a bra, panty and shorts under this pink robe. I hate pink, but it was the only color they had. Ramona keeps on staring at me with an amused smile. How does she do this every week? Oh well, she is Ramona.

"Come on, calm down," she cooes softly. "Relax, you have a hot guy rubbing your feet-" she pauses to give the masseur a wink who smiles back.

I roll my eyes. I can't believe I agreed to this. What was I thinking? Well, obviously near sense.

"You are too tense," she reaches to touch my arm which I immediately flinch and move it out of her reach. She sighs. "Maybe we should do this more often."

"No!" I say quickly.

Maybe too quickly judging by the frown that creases her forehead.

"I mean..." I clear my throat. Jeez... how socially awkward am I? "You are already paying for this. I can't have you treating me every week. Homeworks are to be done and all." Before she begins to protest I quickly add, "And I am sure Mr. Hot Guy here wouldn't want me to interfere."

She opens and close her mouth as if deciding whether or not to argue. The masseur looks up at her and she smiles at him before turning to look at me.

"Okay," she agrees.

My phone then rings and I jump up out of my seat.

"I'll leave now. I have to go," I lie. "It's important." I hold up my phone to show her as I run to the change room for prove.

"Uh...oh," she looks at me as if I am some confusing puzzle or maze. "Okay."

"Yeah, bye," I holler before going to change and quickly slipping out through the back to my car.

As soon as I sit in my car seat, the phone rings again and I realize it's Nate.

"Hey," I answer trying to sound a little cheerfully. "What's up?"

"I will be picking you up early," he quickly says and I grimace. Why the change? "Be ready in forty minutes."

Before I could ask any questions or utter a word, the line is already dead. I look at the phone like it has a foul odour. I wonder what that was about.

"I'll find out soon enough," I say as I turn to reverse out of the parking lot.

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