Easton's POV (thoughts)
*smirks inside head* Mwahahahahahaha! I win! Eat your heart out, babe! Also, I'm HAWT 😍😝
Helen's POV
"Oh heck no!" I yell at Easton as he shows me the cheerleader outfit. Easton just smirks. "You lost the bet...," he says. I glare at him and take the cheerleader outfit. Apparently, he had got it personalized. The top says 'Easton' on it. The top shows off my stomach and the bottoms end at my mid thigh. I hate this cheerleading thing.
----Time Skip----
"C'mon babe, cheer it up!" Easton says, smirking, while his friends, or shall I say entourage, laugh. I glare at him. "Go Easton," I say weakly. "C'mon," one of the guys, whose name I believe is Dameon, says. "Do a high kick. Or a cartwheel. Y'know, something." I turn and glare at him. He just wants my already too short skirt to fly up. Then, a brunette girl walks by. Easton wolf whistles, and she turns around to glare at him. "Shut up, Rogers," she says, walking away. I smile evily. "R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D! Rejected! Oh oh rejected!" I say energetically, clapping my Pom poms, which are Easton's favorite colors, together. I then drop the poms, and get a running start. Using the skills I learned when I did gymnastics a couple of years ago, I do a round-off backhandspring. "That's what I'm talking about!" The nice guy out of Easton's clique, Michael, says, laughing. I turn to look at Easton, who looks frustrated and embarrassed. "Again!" Another guy, whose name I do not know, says. I grin evilly again. "O-M-OMG! You just got rejected! Oh oh! Rejected!" This time, instead of a round-off backhandspring, I do a do a round-off back tuck, which is even harder. (A backhandspring is when you push off your hands, an a back tuck is where you use no hands.) "YO EASTON!" Michael yells. Easton looks at him. "You just got rejected, oh oh! Rejected!" Michael, that other guy, and I chant. "YO HELEN!" Easton yells, stopping us mid-chant. I look at him. "Look down and behind." I do, and when I look back up, my face is as red as a hot tamale. Somehow, my stupid skirt got tucked into my panties. Oh shiz.
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I fell in love with a bad boy
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