Chapter Four
Tryouts were a synch. Well that’s what I thought anyway. From where I was at in my level of cheerleading knowledge, I was AMAZING. And it would take a fool to deny it.
“Not bad.” Carly cooed as she sauntered over to my side. “There’s no way I could have guessed you could move in such scandalous ways.” She said as she winked at me.
“Well,” I said through labored breathing. “You know what they say; you can’t judge a book by its cover.”
“Touché.” She said with a nod of her head. “Well, I’ll get back to you. After school?”
“Sounds great.” I said as she turned around to leave. “Oh, and thanks for coming to school early to watch my tryout.”
“It’s really no problem.” She said as she turned towards me a smile spread across her face. “I had some other business to attend to as well.”
And with that I was left on the football field, in the chilly air of dawn. But it was worth it. I knew it was going to be worth it. It seemed that all things good were in my favor ever since we moved.
I had a fresh start now. No matter how many times I denied it, moving to Idaho was the last thing I wanted to do when living in California. I had everything; my social life was climbing higher and higher, I got a part time job with great pay, but I had no mother. It was a risk, I’ll admit. But it looks like I’m climbing up here, though it’s going to take time. But it will be worth it if I can live a full life without any more words of sympathy.
I made my way inside the school with my back pack slung over my shoulder, and in it a change of clothes. It was a good work out trying out for the team and it felt good and relieving to know I still had the moves. But all I could think about was how badly I wanted out of my sweaty clothes and in a shower.
It was a little unnerving how empty the school looked. The hallways were vacant, which was a sight. The only time I saw the hallway was when moving from one class to another when all the other students were as well, and even then all I saw was a stampede of sweaty bodies.
I put in my headphones and listened to my tape of my favorite jams as I walked down the silent halls. For how well things went at my tryout, a good beat was required for celebration. “Don’t you, forget about me” my headphones blared. It took me a couple rounds around the school before getting frustrated that I couldn’t find the locker rooms and gave up. I then headed to the bathroom which at least I knew where that was, and would just have to suffice with a change of clothes.
I walked into the bathroom and could almost picture a line of girls at the sinks coating on their lipstick as they stared into the mirror, like they would do every day in between classes. I sat my bag on the counter as I shuffled through it and withdrew my clothes then headed for a stall.
Have you ever been enjoying your music so much it would be a shame to take out the jams but you have too, otherwise you look like an ape wrestling a shirt when you’re trying to multi task by changing and keeping your headphones in? Yeah, that’s what I was having trouble with right now. But this has happened on other occasions so many in fact that I learned that the energy it took to accomplish these two things at the same time was a worthless waste of time. So to avoid this conflict, I took out my headphones reluctantly.
But once I did I immediately regretted it. I was baffled at first of the noises that filled the girl’s restroom. I heard grunting from what sounded like a male, and moaning from a female.
