𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧.

09: congratulations!!

"tineeee!!" there was the signature squeal from green as he entered the waiting area. "our cheer captain is finally here!" fong cheers as everyone claps.

"you already did your makeup?" asks fang, admiring the false lashes on tine. she'd be lying if she said it looked bad on him. "yeah. i thought i was going to be late, but i guess i arrived too early," the other nodded.

"i mean, they told us to arrive at this time but the other schools aren't even here!" pear scoffs, finishing her hair with a generous amount of hair spray. "they're probably practicing around campus."

"well, when everyone is ready, meet me at our practice grounds," tine waves before walking back out of the waiting room. he silently thanked the school for hosting this years cheerleading competition, meaning that they could use their usual practice area.

though, when he arrived, there was already a group there. tine squinted, noticing one familiar face.

he scoffs as he watches the girl walk up to him.

"ah, and so the son of a bitch arrives!" she claps sarcastically. "what do you want, fag?" she curses. tine remains placid, laughing at her make up.

"you look like a clown and smell like an old bag of onions," he comments before walking away. she stomps her feet in frustration, ruining her ariana grande inspired hairstyle. "you're done for, teepakorn!" she yells.

tine accidentally bumps into man who was actually relieved to see him.

"there you are! sarawat's been looking for you," he wraps his arms around the shorter. "let him go, man." tine looks up to see such a fave that he missed.

"p'type!" he exclaims, running towards his brother. "hey!" he greets, pulling him in for a hug. "how have you been? do i need to kick anyone's asses?" tine shakes his head, chuckling. "i'd say your boyfriend, but he's fine." type flushes after hearing his brother mention his boyfriend.

"ai, be quiet! so who was that girl?" he raised a brow. "rival. she hit me, so i hit back." type's eyes widened, bur before he could say anything, tine stopped him, convincing his brother that everything was okay.

"alright, but if she hurts you in anyway, i'm not afraid to ruin these doc martins!" he yells, in which man and tine only chuckle. "alright, that's enough. let him breathe," man speaks in a soft tone as he wraps an arm around type.

the two wish tine a goodluck before walking away.

"p'tine!" he turns to see his co-cheerleaders. "they took out spot! how are we going to practice?" one cheerleader asks. "it's a wide field. let's just find a place to practice peacefully," they all nod, running to find the perfect spot.

eventually, they find one, warming up their bodies.

"is everyone ready?" he asks. everyone stiffly says 'yes', earning a proud smile from tine. "alright, position!" he exclaims. all cheerleaders get in formation, as tine starts the music.

the routine goes around successfully, feeling a sense of confidence when other cheer-squads look at them with admiration and impressment.

"focus kids!" fang instructs as she watches with satisfaction.

when they finish after a few more minutes if polishing, everyone lets out a sigh. "good job everyone! now huddle up," they form a circle around fang.

"this is what we've been training for alright? we all worked hard, we've gotten in fights and we've gotten in and situations, but this will all be worth it on the end!" she says, pumping up everyone.

"it doesn't matter if we win or lose, what's important?"

"that we all had fun!" everyone chants. "what was that?" she asks once again. "that we all had fun!!" they repeat. "now let's show everyone what we're made off!" tine cheers as everyone claps.