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I was tripped suddenly and tumbled forward into the grass.
"What was that!" I shout as I stand up. I cant believe that someone would trip me like that. Why was I even running that way anyways? Oh, yeah.
"Chrysler! Omg where are you!?" I exclaim as I franticly look for him. I cant believe this, I just lost the coolest guy ever. God, I'm such an idiot. I spot something, or someone, on the track, about right where I tripped, too.
"Chrysler? Hey, dude, are you okay?" I scurry over to him, and assess the wounds from my tripping over him. I flipped him over and saw he had a bloody nose. Good job, Spencer, kick the cute guy in the face.
"I- I'm fine, I think. I just kind of tripped over my own feet, and you tripping over me didn't really help it either." He sputtered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. when I was running back I must've not seen you, and did I kick you in the face?" I shrink up beside him as he nods.
"Oh I am such a klutz, sorry again." I apologize for like the 5th time.
"Oh no you're fine, promise. I am also a klutz, or else I wouldn't have tripped." He laughs as I attempt, and fail, to help him up.
"Don't worry, Spencer, I can get up." He gets up and shrugs and we staring making our way back to the gym that now had the p.e. class emerging from it.
"Oh no, your uniform. I am so sorry I tripped you, now your uniform has dirt on it." Chrysler says as he attempts to brush the dirt off my back.
"Oh, yeah, its fine. I mean I kicked your face so a little dirt is only halfway equal." I brush off the remaining dirt from my uniform and head over to the rest of the squad.
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"Halfway? God, if i knew that then i would have just left the dirt on!" He replies jokingly. "Anyways so about the date-" I cut him off with a very worried look.
"Are you about to blow me off?" I say, not able to keep the hurt out of my eyes.
"What? OH- no no no! I was going to ask you if you wanted to go with me in my own car, or carpool with Aby and Lucas" Chrysler says, shocked at my assumption.
"Oh, well, since I definitly don't want to see them exchange mushy looks, and I definitly want to be alone with you for at least 5 minutes. We will be riding alone." I finish off with a nod that causes my hair to get in my face. I laugh as the hair tickles my cheek. Chrysler chuckles and brushes it aside, about to plant a kiss on my cheek, when we hear about 15 whistles and hoots. Not counting the 13 cheerleaders shouting 'go get em' or 'SCORE'. Not suprisingly, Amanda only rolled her eyes.
"Looks like we have an audience." Chrysler whispers, kissing my cheek anyways. This made the p.e. class into a chorus of 'aww' and 'get a room'. WE just look at each other and laugh.
"Ok, hotshot, I gotta get with the team now." I say to him as i start over to the rest of the Vipers. As you can already guess, Amanda Flynn is the first to speak.
"Ok, since the captian is too busy flirting to give us our instructions, I say-" I quickly cut her off, sending a smug look her way.
"Since- Ms. Flynn wants to coach, i say we line up for tumbling passes. FLYNN START US OFF!" I say in my cheer captian/ coah voice. One by one we line up in order of our skill level, Amanda(since she is new) being first, and, im proud to say, me being last, with my level 10 elite passes. Abby is right in front of me with her level 10 jr. elite. We warm up with simple backhandspring drills, then we start going into competetive mode, each girl trying to out do the last. Abby and I are practically equals in our skills, but I can always one up her. Amanda starts off with roundoff, backhandspring, whip, backtuck, and finishes with a toe touch. Abby and I try to hold back our laughter at Amandas skill level.
"Man, we're gonna wipe the floor with lil miss perfect, lets do last years syncronized pass. You know the one at the very end, that'll get em going!" I whisper to Abby as our turn comes up.
"Got it!" She replies as we step forward and get ready. We look at each other, nod, and take off at a sprint.
Two steps, powerhurdle, roundoff, backhandspring, whip, full, backhandspring, double backtuck, layout, backhandspring, backhandspring, double full, finished off with a herkey into the splits.
Abby and I highfive as the entire p.e. class cheers, and we get appreciative applause from almost the entire cheer team. I bet you can guess who didn't clap, yep, lil miss Amanda Flynn, who was busy pouting on the sidelines. With Abby and I's syncro to finish up the practice during p.e. everyone went to the edge of the field to the track.
"Dang, McGuire, if I had known you could do that, I would have kisses you a lot sooner." I hear, as I'm greeted with a hug and a congrats kiss on the cheek by Chrysler.
"All you had to do was ask, prettyboy, i woulda been happy to put on a little show for you." I shoot back and flash him a playful smile. We laugh and catch up to the rest of the class, just in time to hear coach say "Ok, everyone, listen up! You all need to get in 4 miles by the end of the week. The person with the lowest time doesn't have to condition at the end of the week, got it? Good! Now GO!" We all line up and wait for the whistle. I can already fel my veins being pumped with adreneline. I love running, I go into a state of feeling as if im floating across the track. I get into my spot with group one, and bend down into track stance, shaking my head at the whistles and 'daaaaaannnnggggs' directed towards me.
The whistle blows and I'm off. My brain turns off, and i go into autopilot, just enjoying the simple feeling of the wind on my face and the melodic thud of my shoes against the pavement. Running is second nature to me, and before I know it, I'm already done, 4:30 was my time, and by the looks i got from the coach and the rest of the class, I debate weither or not finishing with that time, for a total of 2 and a half miles, was a smart idea. the track was 1 and 1/4 miles long, and being the over achiever I am, I ran to the end, and back. Appearantly we were only supposed to run to the other side. Oops? So much for not drawing attention to myself. Oh well, it's about time people noticed my ablilities.
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Hopes of Amazing
Novela JuvenilThis is a book about Spencer. She is the hands down barbie doll of her school, althetic, blonde, blue eyed, cheerleader, who secretly loves math, a full on cheer-geek, a very rare type of specimen. She has a terrible relationship with a jerk of a b...
