Torn

Chapter 2

Ok girls let's run the routine one more time and then you can go!" our coach yelled.

Sara Callaway, my coach, was a tall, skinny blonde with a hard face and a tough mind. She had been coaching the high school cheerleaders since my freshman year and she won us our national title. None of us knew too much about her other than she loved animals and took shit from no one, but we liked her all the less.

"Very nice girls, make sure you all get plenty of rest. Next practice won't be until Friday at the game ok?"

We all nodded before getting together to put away the floor mats. I was joined by Alyssa and our friend Jaylynn.

"Man our routine is absolutely awesome! There's no way we'll lose the competition." Jaylynn said.

"I know right. I'm happy coach let us incorporate some of our own ideas this time." I said. "I think it makes us stronger as a team."

"I agree." Alyssa spoke up as we slid the mat against the wall. "Ooo…fresh meat has entered the building."

Jaylynn and I both turned around and saw my uncle walking into the gym. He was wearing a blue jersey with some blue jean shorts, white tennis shoes, and a white baseball cap which was turned backwards. He was also wearing a silver chain he won in a rap battle only a few weeks ago. Most of the girls eyeballed him with their nasty fantasies running through their minds. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my stuff wondering why he was here.

"Hey…what are you doing here?" I asked him.

He smiled, "Well the rap battle's been pushed back a few hours so I figured I would come pick you up and take you to dinner."

I gasped in excitement, "Yay! We haven't been out in a while."

"I know." He said as he turned around to leave.

"Hey!" Jaylynn squealed. "I know you're not about to take our friend without saying hello first."

John laughed and turned back around. "I'm sorry, hello ladies."

"Hey John." They said in unison with goofy smiles on their faces.

"Oh brother…." I whispered. "Girls he's too old for you,"

"But he's not too old for me." Our coach said with a smirk as she approached my uncle. "Hello I don't think we've met."

My uncle flashed a pearly white smile at her as the rest of us looked on in shock. "Oh…I'm John, Katrina's uncle."

"I'm Sara, her coach. You have an awesome niece. Very high spirited," she said.

"Well she gets it from me of course." He said as he eyeballed Sara's body.

Sara smiled, "I hope we get to see more of you at her competitions and games though. It sure does suck seeing her sad when no one is around to cheer her on."

My uncle's face fell. "W-well I'm a very busy guy but I'm sure I can make it to her little game on Friday."

"Good." Sara said with a smile at me.

I smiled back before tapping my uncle's shoulder. "Let's go lover boy."

He nodded and silently told my coach to call him. The girls giggled as we walked towards the entrance of the school.