Oh, Professor (On hold)

Chapter 2- Don't show me up

“Hello! I am your cheer captain Asia. If you make the team, there are only a couple little rules you must follow.” I stood in the middle of the gym and stared at the almost terrified freshman and sophomores. I didn’t have a mic so my voice was raised. I was kind of loud anyway. Have you ever seen a quiet cheerleader?

“No crying, no whining, no falling then denying, no witches, no snitches, no scrawny little bitches.”

A couple sophomores giggled at the rhyme as they were suppose to, but the freshmen still looked scared.

“No lateness or absence, no moms coming up to me like ‘Why didn’t my daughter make the team?’” I began looking at specific girls as I talked and could already see their hands shaking in a nervous gesture to fix their hair or straighten their clothes.

“I am brutally honest. Some of you will hate me, others may take a liking. Either way I don’t care as long as you respect me.” I smiled at a small orange haired girl with thick glasses then slowly walked towards her with everyone’s eyes on me. No one said a word, just watched in anticipation.

“Hello sweetie. Are you lost?” I asked in my most friendly tone. 

“N-no…I came to try out.” She mumbled staring at me with wide eyes.  I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn’t need the waste of time.

“Bitch.” I heard a girl in the back mumble. I smiled before turning around.

“Who said that?” I asked scanning the row of girls.

The accuser raised her hand and smiled just like I would. I loved her already. Her long brown hair was pulled to one side of her shoulder and her hazel eyes stared at me unafraid. She had the lips I longed for, perfectly puckered and her boobs were almost as great.

“Thanks for the compliment.” I answered honestly.

She looked up at the ceiling then back to me. “It was an insult you dumb blonde.”

I gasped dramatically moving my hand to my chest in surprise. Then all of a sudden fanned my fake tears.

“I love you! Come here.” I said reaching for her hand. She gladly took it smiling and joined me in the middle of the gym. I could feel her excitement radiating off her. Little brat almost showed me up. We would be enemies if I allowed her to continue hating me so I befriended her.

“What’s your name?” I asked, looking at her.

“Jenna.” She answered.

“Ok. Guys Jenna will be demonstrating for us today.” I turned facing her again to see a shocked face. Good.

“Do a simple cartwheel ending in a split.” I ordered. She shook her head confidently then moved farther away from me doing as told. Her split was perfect, she had gorgeous long legs but her cartwheel needed work. It was unsteady.

“Cartwheel again.” I said.

She did it again landing even worse this time.

“Wrong. You should atleast know how to cartwheel before you talk shit to the head cheerleader." I laughed. "Get back to your seat. Can anyone do a good cartwheel?” I said showing her up as she did me in the beginning. Her face immediately dropped in disappointment and she couldn’t say anything. She knew her cartwheel sucked.

The orange haired kid raised her hand. I was surprised.

“Ok. Give it a try.” I said. I watched her get up and hand someone her glasses.She moves a couple steps back from me then bolts right into a perfect cartwheel as well as a flawless split. I smiled happy.