Chapter 4
March 24th, 2018
"So you'll do it?" Gaspar asks
"No. I can't believe you think I'd leave Go! and Mia."
"You can do both."
"I don't want to do both. Go! is my life. Mia is one of your closest friends. How could you do this to her?"
"Do what? We're just competing."
"You had no interest in national competitions before. For 3 years, you and Mia have been in a band. Even though I thought it interrupted her Go! practices last year, I let her do it because she needs a passion outlet. Now her close friend wants to rival her."
"I see. You're upset because you know we stand a chance."
"Gaspar, I know nothing about your team."
"But you know my talents. You know we can be competition especially if you lead us. Isn't that your dream, leading a team to nationals?"
"Yes. My team. I can't believe that you have other things to focus on, like your science but you would steal Mia's spotlight. Regardless we are getting off topic. I am not helping you organize your group."
Lupe leaves the room.
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"Gaspar said we're putting the band on pause." Mia says, sitting on Lupe's bed.
"Did he tell you why?"
"No. He just said he would be really busy soon."
Lupe hates him. She really hates him.
"Mia, I have to tell you something."
Mia looks at her with those doe eyes.
Bite the bullet, Lupe thinks.
"Gaspar is starting a team to put into regionals."
"No way."
"Yeah. He asked me to help him."
Mia doesn't answer.
"Are you mad? It's okay to be mad."
"I'm not mad. I just thought he would tell me something like that. Not tell you and only you."
"Were you that good of friends then?"
Mia tells her all about him helping her cheer up.
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March 26th, 2018
Today the tryouts for the basketball and cheerleading teams were being held.
The coach from Pemberly had been transferred to St. Mary while the remodel was underway, which only made Juanma more certain that becoming Captain was a lock.
He stood in front of the potential players seated in the bleachers before him.
"I have seen some of you play before, but that doesn't mean you get to phone it in here. What you've done before doesn't matter. What matters is how you play here. So first we'll do some form shooting drills and then you'll scrimmage."
Juanma pursed his lips a bit, he appreciated that the coach knew he was an exceptional player. But at the same time, he seemed to go too easy on the players. Light scrimmage wasn't going to get anyone driven.
