Falling For The Brit

Chapter 2: The Dinner Date

Chapter 2: The Dinner Date

Via's POV

Define different.

Unlikely, dissimilar, diverse, unusual, altered, change...

Well, my day has been going really DIFFERENT.

Why? Because everyone's been talking to me like crazy, asking my number, wanting to be my lab partner, and complimenting me.

Everyone has been telling me I look 'different'.

I absolutely loved the idea of a new Victoria no longer invisible to the crowds of people that did fit in but I wasn't too happy about the fact that people only chose to befriend me now that I've decided to start shake things up a tad.

So, Earth to Via. I quickly brushed my newly straightened hair, preparing for cheer trials.  There has been an upcoming contest and I, as cheer captain, had the power to host cheer trials to complete my team of twenty. I only had about ten slots left because the first ten slots had already been filled in. Nevertheless, I was definitely looking forward to host the trials because I knew that it would definitely be interesting.

I took one final glance at the mirror in my locker. A smidgen of blush and a tint of lip-gloss, and I was off to go.

I shut my locker and I found Lance leaning on the locker beside me, smirking.

"Hi, Lance," I greeted him, turning his smirk into a grin.

"Hello, princess," He greeted in turn making my stomach explode with butterflies. He was the only one who made me like this, well, that wasn't really a surprise because he was the first guy who I actually agreed to go out with. It was either this feeling was normal, or I was abnormal.

I giggled before asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, I was just checking on you, and of course, I was going to accompany my girl to cheer trials. Is that okay?" he informed me before inquiring. I giggled even more this time.

"For your information, I can perfectly handle myself, and I haven't mentioned anything about being your girl."

"Not yet, but you will soon," and with that, a multitude of butterflies exploded from within, making my mouth curve into a huge grin exposing my pearly whites.

"You're so pretty when you smile, not that you aren't already pretty," he winked, "now, let's go, shall we?" he encouraged as he hung his arm on my shoulder, I walking by his side.

"We shall," so we walked in sync towards the gym, where the trials were to be held.

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Mackenzie was already there when I took a seat on the judging table. Miss Mercedez, one of our cheer coaches and gym teachers, was there too. It was just she and I judging while Mackenzie and Lance sat on the floor, Indian style.

"Ready, darlin'?" she asked with a thick Texan accent, but I knew for a fact that she was of Mexican decent. 

"Yes ma'am," and trials began.

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I impatiently tapped my pencil on the table, bored as hell by now. The girls were just competing for the final spot, but it was very painful to watch them.

They'd either be trying too hard, trying too little, or going there for the sake of getting a note to excuse them from other classes.

"Next!" Coach screamed into the microphone. It was the last girl on the list, someone named Laura Stone.