An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Nicolette--
"Alright, girls! Everyone, please gather around, we're about to start!" The various tryouts spaced across the gymnasium perked up in attention at the fiery redhead coach's outgoing voice at the middle of the court. Behind her was a long, white table where an African-American man clad in red gym gear, as well as a few other cheerleading girls, were seated at. One spot remained empty at the middle. "Now," Coach Millen, I think her name was, began energetically as we bunched around her. "Who here has asthma, bronchitis or chronic sinusitis?" She asked, clipboard and pen in hand. A few hands went up around me which Coach Millen kindly noted down on what I think was the role.
I couldn't help but smile at her tender and caring nature a little. I expected the cheerleading environment to be a very strict and toxic environment, given its hierarchy in the school, and thus, high demand but having such a lovely coach was refreshing. "Okay, thank you. And, who here has any chronic cardiovascular issues?" Again, hands went up, but little less compared to last time. I've never had anything particularly wrong with me except for a minor iron deficiency problem – which was easily taken care of – but it was nice to see that they took these into consideration. "Alright, that's great! We've got a lot!" Coach Millen exclaimed with a satisfied grin on her face. I arched my eyebrow. What was that supposed to- "All of you that just put your hand up, get out," she ordered sternly, dropping the kindness in her tone and staring over us with cold, steely eyes. I stared blankly at her in pale confusion. Like myself, many others exchanged weary looks and bemused murmurs with each other, frozen still on the spot. "Why are you all still standing here?!" Coach Millen snapped aggressively, eyeing the girls with health problems, heatedly. "I told you to get out, didn't I? Stop wasting our time and leave!"
Her hostile tone and exclusive demands fired up a few complaints from the girls that were being shunned. The other's that weren't associated with them, knew it was best to stay quiet in this matter. Once the situation seemed a little out of control however, a sharp slap on the table behind Coach Millen subdued the girls to silence.
The other man who was pensively watching this entire time finally arose from his seat, guiding our attention over to him. He cleared his throat politely and scanned over the girls with a gaze more potent than Coach Millen's. "Sorry girls, but what Coach Millen was trying to say was that our cheerleading program at this school is one of the most prestigious and exemplary ones of America's elite schools," he explained, gently clasping his hands together. The corners of his mouth perked out with an elusive smile as he narrowed his eyes. "As with any other sport in this academy, our standards are on a professional level – a direct opening to a future career in that respective sport if one wishes." I drifted my stare over to the few members of the cheerleading squad – all of them toned and beautiful like the ones you'd see in national competitions. When I heard Truven Academy's extra-curricular were hard, I hadn't expected near impossible. I could only hope for the best for Dominic then. "So, please try to understand that this is no beginner's course or fun, afterschool activity for you to dip your toes in. Those that can't meet our requirements will hinder the team and cause unnecessary issues," he justified with a sly grin that sent a chill down the girls' spines. Their expressions were twisted with uncertainty and apprehension after hearing this revelation.
