Highschool Hurts

Chapter 4

Eden's POV: "So he doesn't like Jordan?" Windsor asked us, as we sat on my bed. Sometimes she was SUCH a blonde. "No you idiot." Ari said. "He likes Ed, and Jordan likes him." I sighed. "I'm not so sure he likes me anymore. I mean Jordan is gorgeous. And I'm just, not."

Ariana's POV: "And I'm just, not." Ed finished her sentence with a long sigh. I looked at her for a long second, and instantly a very familiar One Direction song played in my head. "You don't know oh oh, you don't know your beautiful!" I smiled at her. "Stop Ari. I'm not. I know I'm not. I've liked Mike since like forever, an he just won't take a hint. It's hopeless. Now Winds, what did you say that problem four was." She said looking down at her geometry book. And like that, the conversation was closed, and not to be reopened.

*the next day*  

It was first hour English, and Ed, Winds, and I had that class together. We were working on our literature work when three girls who looked to be sophomore and juniors came bouncing in. "Ready OK!" they shouted and clapped. "We want you to join our squad. After school join us in the quad. The gym, whatever you say, HEY!" Everyone clapped and cheered. That ladies and gentlemen, may have been the worst cheer I've ever heard. And there was no way in crap, I was gonna go so low as to join a cheer squad. Windsor and Eden clapped the loudest at the cheer and squealed. "This is gonna be SO fun!" Windsor screeched. "We're gonna be so popular!" Eden smiled and nodded and they started to dance in their chairs. "Guys!" I yelled, trying to snap them back into reality. "The cheer squad is for insecure and shallow pops! Are you guys really gonna go so low as to join it?" My argument seemed convincing enough. They just shook their heads and said, "Your just jealous!" Like WHAT did I have to be jealous of? Whatever I didn't need this. I have Mark, and he's all I need.

Mark's POV: Ari was getting on my nerves. She wouldn't leave me and the guys alone alone! And she wanted to watch cheer tryouts from UNDER the bleachers. Like why the crap couldn't we just watch ON the bleachers like everybody else?! Goshh. Girls these days were SO needy. "Just try out like everyone else." I told her. "NO! I'm not shallow like them. And anyways we have like four thousand people in our school. There's no way they'll make it on the squad."