Not Your Average Cheerleader

NYAC - Part 15

I got up the next morning rather early, I knew it was going to take me a while to get ready from yesterday's events. I walked into my bathroom and quietly just started at myself. My hair was a mess, My eye was still swollen and black, and my face had bruises. I sighed and carefully took off my clothes, staring at all the marks and bruises that lay all over. Colour's of blue, purple and pink where riddled all over in a variety of sizes, each one tender to the touch. I didn't know if this was going to happen again, but I feared the experience. I feared the Wrath of Nicole. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. I threw my towel over the shower wall and just studied myself once more. I was Pathetic. Nothing in the world was going to cover this stuff up.

As I stepped in, the tiny pellets of water hit across my body, I winced slightly at first, but as time went on, the warmth was almost therapeutic. I leaned against the wall, my right arm taking the force and I just remained there for a while in that same position, not thinking about anything. My alarm went off, indicating that it would normally be my time to get up, and took that as an indication to get out, right after I cleaned myself as best as I could. I dried myself off and threw my damp hair in a bun and afterwards walked over towards my closet.

Normally I would hide my true self from everybody and by doing this I would wear regular clothes, things that were in style, but I was so tired of having to hide and lie to everyone. I just wanted to be me. I pulled out a shirt of my favourite Super villain and placed on some black denim shorts with boots to match. Even though you could see the bruises all up my arms and legs, I wanted people to know what happened to me. I let my hair down and gave it a quick blow dry, getting most of the water down and then let it sit in it's natural form. I didn't bother putting make up on, because like I said earlier, nothing was going to cover the eye, but I finally felt a little like myself.

I get to school and walk to my locker, I don't have the strength in me to carry everything all day so I figured I would just stop in between classes and pick up my necessary books. I put in my locker combination and open up the door, only to have a letter fall out with my name on it. The Handwriting isn't all that neat, but it's legible nonetheless, I straighten out the creases and then read everything in its contents.

"(Y/n)

first of all, I feel like there are a few things I need to explain. Yesterday before you were hurt, you said some things that I need to Own up to. You mentioned that you were signed up to the cheer squad by someone as a Joke. That was me. I did that because I thought it was funny at the time. You and I have been in the same class since 3rd grade and I watched you over time, you were the girl that managed to slide in everywhere, but there was something different about you, I just never knew what it was. I'll admit that I've been rude and undeniably cruel to you over the years, the shoving, the hair pulling, the vulgar comments. It's not me. It's not who I want to be, but now, I have a reputation to uphold. I'm in the football team, so I need to be like this. But It hurts me that you rejected my invitation to prom. But I don't blame you.

I hope that you are feeling better today, that's if you even come, you didn't look so good yesterday. I wish that I could take back the thing's I've said, the thing's I've done, because you don't deserve it, But please know from my deepest sincerity that I'm sorry.

- D"

I sighed as I closed the letter, Why. Why now. Why was it now that I was down in the gutter that he's decided to change his tune and be everything I wanted. I so wanted to go up to him and take him back for all the mean things he's done, but Something in my heart said I deserved more. I took out my books for Science and English then closed my locker. I looked at my phone and saw that the bell was about to ring, so I figured I could take my time in getting to roll call, My body was still sore, so walking wasn't my favourite thing to do, but I had to push past through the pain.

As I walk down the halls, I'm given glares and stares from people standing on the sides. I know that they are looking a my black, swollen eye and the bruises that linger around my body, but there isn't much else I can do. I take a breath out and continue walking, trying not to pay attention to everyone else. Today was already starting to bum me out. I can see the room in the distance when I see my coach right in front of me. He gives me a concerning look and then comes right for me.

"What the hell happened to you"

I didn't know what to do. If I squealed, I was possibly in for another beating, but I couldn't let her get away with this. This was probably bad for me in the long run but I had to do what was best for me, no one else should have to be hurt By Nicole, so if anything I'm saving other people. I closed my eyes and took a breath, then looked up to the coach.

"Nicole happened"

"I don't understand?"

"I didn't give up my captain spot on the squad, so yesterday she gave me a beating, as you can see"

"Well, she isn't going to get away with this, leave this to me"

He walked off with a firm look on his face, I had no idea what he could possibly do, but I decided to just let it ride out. Everyone n the halls had retreated since then so I must not have heard the bell. I walked into roll call slowly, but as I entered the room, several pairs of eyes all turned towards me. I scanned the room and saw Dan there as always, he looked concerned, but I couldn't deal with him right now, but the thing that diverted my attention was a single rose sitting on my table. I walked over and sat down, taking a look at the rose and noticed a note beside it. I opened it up and looked over it, sighing once again, he just wasn't letting up.

"Will you go to prom with me? - H"