The Day After He Killed Himself

Chapter 11

Me Anige, Scarlett and Ella all hung in my basement and practiced cheers for tomorrow's cheer tryouts. We decided it would be fun if we all tried out together. Logan was having his friends over that night but he said they would stay in the back yard and Gray would not show up. I let my worries melt off of me as I laughed and danced with my friends. We weren't good by any means and we didn't expect to get on the team, but it was this kind of old fashioned fun that I missed.

“Give me a C!”

“C!”

“Give me an O!

“O!”

“Give me a U!’

‘U!”

“Give me a G!”

“G!’

“Give me an A!”

“H!”

“Give me an R!”

“E!”

“Give me an S!”

“R!”

“What's that spell?”

“Cougars!”

“Louder!”

“COUGARS!”

I waved my pretend pompoms in the air and kicked my leg as high as I could.

“Wow, not bad Riv.” I turned around to see Logan on the basement stairs.

“Thanks, now what do you want?” I asked my annoying brother as all my friends drooled over him.

“Well you see sis, it's getting cold outside so I was thinking-”

“No.” I cut him off. “Your not kicking us out of the basement.”

“I know, I know, but maybe we could come down here too?”

“Really?” Angie asked excitedly at the thought of hanging with the popular kids.

“No thanks Logan.” I tell him and turn back to see my friends giving me the best puppy dog eyes. “Fine.” I huffed even though I really didn't want to hang out with any for the football boys.

“Awesome!” Logan smiled. “This is going to be fun, you'll see!”

Logan ran up the stairs and as soon as the door shut my friends started squealing. “Uh!” I plopped myself down on the couch and hid my face in a pillow.

“Oh come one River, this is going to be so much fun!” Ella gapped at the thought of the large hot football guys who would be coming down here any second.

“Guys don't be blinded by the abs, all football players are dicks.” I tried to tell them.

“Just because Gray turned out to be exactly who we knew he was, doesn't mean all guys are like that. Just take Logan for an example, he’s a genuinely nice guy.” Scarlett tells me and I hate to admit it, but I guess she's right.

Just then, the door opened and a pack of football jerks entered my basement. It was at that moment when I realized I was in a short skirt and a tight tank top.

They filled our basement to the brim and started playing their loud music and bringing down the beer.

My friends scattered around the boys, trying to get their attention but not having the courage to talk to them. I lingered awkwardly for a little bit but decided it would be best if I went somewhere else. I started to head for the door that led outside when I felt my arm get tugged back. I quickly ripped my arm away and look behind me to see Robert Elliot, the guy who's party I was at. “Hey Riv.” Me smiled stupidity at me.

“Its River.” I correct him and cross my arms.

“Oh, sorry, River.” He laughed and ran his fingers through his stupid jet back hair, making his curls puff up. “Do you wanna grab a drink or something?”

“I don't drink.” I snapped.

“I didn't seem like that at my party.” He laughed and rage filled my body that he was making fun of me for one night out of the rest of my life. I gave him a dirty look and turned away, just to be grabbed my Robert again. “Hey, look I'm sorry.” He said and it sounded almost real.

“Whatever." I said coldly and pulled my arm away from his grip again. “I'm going outside, it's way too stuffy in here.” I walked away as fast as I could but Robert trailed behind me.

“I'll come too. If you don't mind?” He asked but I didn't answer. I just opened the basement door and walked outside with Robert behind me.

I leaned up against the house and looked up at the stars, letting Robert stand beside me. It's not that I wanted his presence, but I didn't completely mind it either.

“So what's up?” He asked. I shrugged, not taking my eyes off if the sky. “You don't talk much do you?” He nudged me and laughed.

I looked at him and it took all my will not to laugh along. Though I just turned back to the sky. There was a long silence and I almost thought Robert was going to walk away. “You know, I was born with an extra finger.” He said and I immediately looked over to him.

“Really?” I asked and looked down at his normal hands.

“No.” He laughed. “I just wanted to get you to talk to me.”

I started laughing too, despite my will not to. “You know if you did have an extra finger, you might actually be able to catch a football.” I teased him. I don't watch the football games, nor have I ever none which player is witch thanks to all the gear they wear, but I've heard my brother call Robert butter fingers several times.

Rover's jaw dropped and he gasped. “That's so mean!” He laughed. “You don't see me coming out here and insulting you... shorty.”

“I'm not short!” I laugh and playfully punch him in the arm.

“Ya ya, sure.”

“Your the mean one!” I continued hitting the 6 '3 wide receiver until he picked me up and there me over his shoulder. “Ah! Put me down!” I laughed. “Put me down!”

Robert started spinning around and I continued laughing, that is until I saw someone enter through the gate.

“Gray?”