Love Does Not Have a Color (BWWM)

Chapter 8

HI YOU GUYS!  IT HAS BEEN ALMOST TWO WEEKS SINCE I LAST UPDATED AND I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT.  BUT HERE IT IS.  THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE BIT OF A FILLER BUT IT STILL HAS SOME INTERESTING THINGS IN LET.  LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! =)

I got to cheerleading tryouts just in time.  I stood around in a white tee-shirt and black cheerleading shorts, just like the other 70 girls that were trying out, and tried to keep my nerves down.  The only reason why I was trying out this year was because Dee wanted me to.  Something we can do with each other.  I tried out for the squad the past two years and didn’t make neither one of them.  Not even the junior varsity squad.  It was disappointing, and not that I was giving up or anything, but I did lose the interest.  I mean come on, a person can only deal with oh so much.

I looked around the gym at all the girls who showed up to tryouts.  They all were mainly underclassmen, just my luck.  If they were good, or semi-good at least, they were more likely to make the team.  The coaches were looking for girls that were young so that way they are more likely to stay on the team longer than a girl who is about to be a senior like Dee and I.  They were all really nervous, and the ones who weren’t were obviously on the team already.  Even if you were on the team this past year, you still had to retry out.  However, it is always likely you will be on the team again.  

The cheerleaders who were seniors and about to graduate ran the show, along with the coaches.  They were the ones who were to teach you all that you needed to know in order to make the team.  This included dance routines, band chants, cheers, jumps, and technique.  It is a lot of work, especially if you are not used to this kind of stuff.  I know people don’t think cheerleading is a sport, but when you think about all the physicality it involves such as stunting, flips, and jumps, it’s a lot of shit!  You are working muscles that you never even knew existed, and only had two days to learn this shit before the first elimination process.

The ups to this whole situation though were the cute outfits and the social role of cheerleader.  Now at my school, cheerleaders were not the stereotypical stupid, boy obsessed, bitches.  They were just really known, and most of them were athletes.  These girls either did volleyball, track and field, cross country, swimming, basketball, or softball.  But I am not going to lie, they are girls, and they can be fucked up individuals at times.  But hey, so can I.

A whistle blew and silence spread across the big room.  The coaches then got up to speak to the big group of girls.

“Can I get everyone to gather around please?” said the dark haired one.

All the girls walked closer towards her and began to sit on the floor.  Dee and I found a spot closer to the front, so that way we would be able to hear.

“Welcome to the 2013 cheerleading tryouts ladies.  I hope you guys are ready to work, because there is a lot of stuff to learn and practice by Wednesday, when we make the first eliminations.”

Dee and I exchange looks, and we both understood each other that we were going to be in for some serious shit.

“Now one of the first things I am going to tell you is this.  Cheerleading is a sport, not a contest.  If you think you are going to make the team and walk around in a mini skirt and show off your ass, go downtown for that.  We are Lady Farmers, and we will act like ladies and we will be having practices four days a week.  That does not include Friday’s when we have games.”