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Chapter 16: Varsity sweaters and Pompoms

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CHAPTER 16: VARSITY SWEATERS AND POMPOMS

Thursday slipped past with nothing particularly exciting happening. Unfortunately, I’d been subjected to a two hour after school cheerleading practise to try and teach me the necessary routines for the homecoming game. Thankfully they were mostly basic and generally involved waving a pompom around and shouting like crazy when anything remotely good happened.

In terms of school, I was getting used to the classes and felt more comfortable surrounded by my new friendship group. Obviously there were exceptions to every rule and Caz still intimidated like a wolf to a rabbit. So naturally I tried to avoid her. But Stacie and Rochelle (and someone who shall remain nameless) seemed really sweet. Even Niki had her moments.

I think so far, this whole experience was showing me that even the popular group were human and could even be classified as nice if you fitted in the necessary criteria.

So I’d driven home, slightly sweaty, but in a fairly good mood.

That good mood had ebbed away when I saw the mountain of homework that awaited me.

Sighing I began to get to work on some trig problems.

I had almost finished my third lot when there was a sharp rap on the front door. Not giving it too much thought, I left it to my mom to deal with. Probably a home delivery service or something.

How wrong I was.

Pausing to listen to the welcome distraction from my homework I could hear a faintly muffled yet strikingly familiar voice purr downstairs.

‘Hello, I believe I'm at the right house? Can I talk to Bex please?’

No. Why him? How the hell did he know where I lived?

And what the hell was Marc doing at my house?!

Panicking, I stood up so fast I forgot I had half a trees worth of paper on my lap which I presently dumped to the ground. Screeching in dismay I tripped over my bed post whilst trying to get to the door.

But oh god. I looked an absolute mess. I was wearing the worn out sweats that Stacie had almost had a panic attack over and a faded Abercrombie tee that was literally years old.

And Marc was here.

Okay I have two choices. Ignore the fact that I'm sporting the latest fashion in the homeless or leave him alone with my erratic mother who finds the prospect of me having a date hilarious.