Eden's POV: It was Monday morning. It had been a while since the tryouts. As the bell rang, insinuating that first hour was over, I grabbed Windsor's hand and dragged her to the bulletin board in the hall. There was a lot of girls around it, screaming and crying. Windsor pulled my arm and pushed through the crowd. There it was. The cheer tryout results. I covered my eyes, and Windsor gasped. "We made it!" She yelled. I whipped my hand off my eyes an looked at the list. There we were, the first names on the list. We hugged and jumped up and down. A few girls rolled their eyes at us. They were just jealous cause they didn't make it.
Ari's POV: "So Ariana," my journalism teacher walked up to me, after giving the other students their positions on the newspaper. "I guess since your last, you get the best. Sports. You'll be working with Logan." I turned to the boy, known as Logan, and gasped. He was gorgeous. I had never seen a guy like him before. His features could actually be called pretty, that's how gorgeous he was. He was just perfect. Black hair that flipped perfectly over his tan skin. Dimples that made his smile more perfect. And his eyes!! They were beautiful. Blue like the ocean after all the ice melts away. He was pretty muscular too! I instantly felt guilty about my thoughts since I was with Mark, but could I help if he was gorgeous?! He motioned for me too sit next to him and I smiled, and walked up to him."Hi, I'm Ari." "I know." His voice! "How?" I gave him a suspicious look. "I know about all the pretty girls at school." He winked. My heart stopped. Was HE flirting with ME?! We began to chat about school and life and just everything, like we had been best friends forever. It was nice. I hadn't talked to Windsor or Ed in a while, and I missed talking to my friends. Suddenly he asked, "So, do you have a boyfriend?" While he drew a picture of a football. I panicked, I really liked him. "Uhm, no." What? Yes I do?! Why was I lying?! "Cool." He looked up from his drawing. "You wanna get a burger at the diner later? We can talk about our article for the newspaper." I looked around, I guess I was scared that Mark would see us. But I wasn't about to say no. "What time?" I smiled. "How about after school? I can walk you home after since I don't have a car yet." He suggested. I nodded and smiled.~
~We had to watch the first Cheer practice since we were writing an article about it, for the first issue. I began to jot down what the coach was telling us about her squad, and glanced over at Logan who was busy drawing a picture of the coach. He was quite the artist. As she finished her speech she looked at Logan. "Make sure you make my nose small. Everyone always draws it way too big!" She frowned and touched her nose thoughtfully, as she walked over to the mats and started to stretch. I heard some familiar giggles and I looked over to the locker room where Eden and Windsor were walking out in there practice clothes, which by the way, were too tight for my taste. Logan stared at them for a moment too long. And I looked at him. What was he doing? Eden flashed me a smile and I nodded back, still upset at them. "Do you KNOW them?" He asked me in disbelief. I nodded. "They USED to be my best friends." I told him. "Whose the blonde?" He grinned at me. Ouch. "That's Eden." "Eden." He repeated and got up and walked over too them, leaving me alone.
~Sooo what do you think? I like Logan's character, and I might make a POV for him in the next chapter. Comment if you want me too. Looks like Ari has gotten herself into a mess of her own. How will she clean it up, and will she hurt her friends and lose her boyfriend in the process? Comment your opinion and vote if you like it! Also I got out of school on May 17 so hopefully without school I can update more often! Yay! More drama soon! Xoxo Kate~
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