Revenge

Chapter 3

"Lizzie, come help me stretch!" Beck called.

The blonde girl bounced over and Beck kicked her leg up for her to grab.

The form of stretching they were using looked particularly strange, but it was very helpful. Beck put her back against the chain link fence with her left foot flat on the ground while Lizzie pulled her right leg up and put it on her shoulder.

The two girls talked as they stretched, doing Beck's legs first, then Lizzie's.

"Vivian's been glaring at you for like, twenty minutes." Lizzie said conversationally.

"She always does that." Beck shrugged.

"She freaks me out sometimes."

"I think she's a pushover."

"That's because you know you could take her down in a second."

Beck smiled. "You said it, not me."

"So has anyone asked you to homecoming?" Lizzie changed the subject.

"No, but someone's started a rumor that the exchange student is going to."

"The one from Canada? He's cute!"

"He's a complete jerk."

"So what I'm getting is that it will be a no."

"Pretty much." Beck shrugged. "I also got a text from Jamie the other day saying he wanted to see me after the game."

"The disabled kid?" Lizzie asked, frowning.

"Liz! That's not nice, he can't help it."

"But that's who we're talking about right?"

Beck sighed. "Yes."

Lizzie shrugged. "I mean, he's not horrible."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in a boy or going to the dance with a date? Holly and I will probably go together, maybe with Alex."

"Is Alex going?"

"Not sure yet. We're working on it." Beck smiled. They both knew Alex didn't like dances. Actually, 'didn't like' was a tame phrase when discussing Alex.

Lizzie giggled and they finished stretching as their coach walked up.

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The band went into their rendition of the school's song as the football team scored another goal. The crowd was cheering and singing along, jumping up and down so wildly that the bleachers they were on began to shake.

Beck and the other dancers did their mini-routine for when they scored a goal, waving and smiling at the crowd as they finished.

Halftime was quickly approaching and they were winning by quite a bit.

"Get ready girls!" The coach called as the seconds ticked down.

Beck and the other girls unzipped their blue dance jackets, revealing black leggings and slightly oversized maroon t-shirts designed similarly to fashion jerseys.

The whistle blew and the football teams filed off. Since the school wasn't big enough for a marching band, the dancers would go on and perform, followed by the cheerleaders.

Beck ran out with the other dancers, waving at the stands until they reached their places. She was in the back on the left, as usual, which suited her fine.

She dropped into a crouch with her back to her home team's stands.

The music started, Ke$ha blaring loudly, and she counted quietly. On 4, the back row, which included her, popped up and stood straight, shoving both arms straight up to the sky, a position her coach referred to as 'touchdown arms,' and moving their right arms in sharp ticks like a clock.

At 6 the middle row copied the action and on 8 the front row did the same.

Spinning to face the bleachers that their fans and classmates were on, the girls transitioned smoothly, the hours of practice paying off as they moved together like they had been taught.

When it came time, Beck moved to the center, starting with a low turn and leaping up into the air for her C jump, lightly tapping her ankles with the tips of her fingers before landing and immediately rolling to her hands and knees as Lizzie leapt over her.

Popping back up, she joined the girls once again as they hit the section that always gave them problems. Forming a V, they kicked outward then spun in, dropping into the Z sit and rolling out, then re-arranging into four lines.

By the end of the routine, Beck was sweating hard, but smiling as she dropped into the splits for her final pose. The stands went wild, cheering and clapping, and they quickly cleared out so the cheerleaders could take their place.

Beck grabbed her things and pulled out her phone, seeing a text from Jamie in response to her telling him that she wouldn't be staying for the whole game.

Vivian was complaining about her ankle hurting, and Beck forced herself not to point out that it was because the girl was doing her dead drop wrong.

Pulling her jacket back on, she went to go look for Jamie, who had said he would wait for her by the food court.

Not finding him right away, Beck took a quick detour to the bathroom. On her way out, she found her way blocked by Vivian and Jade.

"Can you move?"

Instead of answering, Vivian took a deep breath.

"Oh it's definitely her." She smiled, showing vampiric fangs, and advanced slowly.

Beck backed up a pace or so before ducking under Vivian's swing and flipping the girl over her shoulder. Jade tried to attack her but Beck rolled, coming up next to the sinks and using the counter to plant her feet in Jade's back and send her stumbling forward.

While the two were tangled up, Beck dashed out of the bathroom. She could hear them following her.

A girl with tanned skin and choppy brown hair was suddenly in front of her, her multicolored eyes swirling.

"Keep running." She ordered Beck, who wasn't planning on stopping. "Don't look back."

As Beck kept going, she heard the girl address the two chasing her.

"Hello ladies. Let's dance."