The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Fourteen - Not me ❤

❤ Chapter Fourteen - Not me ❤

The next day, I woke up early. Ironically, I could hear birds chirping. I glanced at my calendar, realizing that it was actually February three.

Dancing my way towards my bathroom, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. In a matter of minutes, I had already eaten my breakfast, brushed my teeth, and was dressed in a black v-neck shirt and white shorts with my hair braided Elsa-from-frozen style

I rode my bike to school, thankful again that someone actually returned it. Even though I wasn't exactly fond of Blake Gordon anymore, my bike was still a piece of him that I wasn't quite ready to let go of yet.

When I arrived at school, Katie was the first to greet me. She shoved something towards me with an excited look on her face. "Put it on. Now." She wheeled me towards the girls bathroom and pushed me into stall.

Flustered, I looked down to see what it was. It was colored white and blue.

My cheerleading uniform.

I tried my best to keep a positive attitude about it as I tried it on. It felt comfortable enough. Exiting the stall, I pulled the skirt down to cover more skin.

Katie beamed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The shirt was sleeveless and from the chest up was colored white. From there, there was a wide, upside-down V that was colored a navy blue.

My skirt was alternate blue and white. I didn't look like myself, to put it honestly.

"You look good," Katie admitted. After I put my clothes back in my locker, I proceeded to my next class.

Sadly, I came across mister jerk and miss lipstick along the way. Cassandra hung tight onto Blake's arm, whereas he just looked straight ahead, barely noticing her presence. I ducked my head so that neither of them would see me.

Tough luck.

"P-Pipes?" Blake stuttered. I shut my eyes and turned to face him. His hair was messy as usual. He wore a dark v-neck and dark jeans.

"Hi," I greeted, suddenly self-conscious.

"You're a cheerleader?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.

"Why do sound so surprised?" I cocked my head to the side.

He fidgeted, then looked at me dead in the eye. "It's just... not you."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Or is it, Blake? How would you, of all people, know what's me? You barely know me." Blake was speechless. I left it at that and continued to class.

Where did I get that burst of confidence, you ask? The answer is: I have no idea.

Class went by in a blur, and the next thing I knew, school had ended for the day.

My cheerleading practice started that afternoon, though. At the same time, I had asked Peyton to sign me up for a local songwriting competition held in three days time.

The head cheerleader -- whatever her name was -- started us up with warm-ups since the coach was absent or something. While everyone had no trouble stretching and flexing, I was having trouble at even doing jumping jacks!

Whenever I stretched too far, I could hear a 'crack' sound from one of my bones or muscles or something. After the dreadful warm-ups were done, we practiced some new routine.

The dancing part wasn't all that bad, though. They didn't make me do splits or backflips yet, which was a good thing. The worst thing I had to do was yell "GO REDFIELD!" at the end.