The Player's charm

Chapter 2 - The audition

After Rachel's successful convincing, I found myself standing next to my best friend at cheerleading tryouts. All my life people have told me that cheerleading will come natural to me due to my training but barely scraping 5.3 and being skinny, made me the perfect person to be a flyer but that my friends is not an option. That is not something a person who is afraid of heights ever wants to hear.

The morning after, I woke up unable to move; every muscle in my body hurt and I think I saw a few bruises. Whoever said that cheerleading or dance was not a sport had never tried it before.

Today was finally the first day of auditions for the dance team. The Cherry Bombs has always been the best dance team at USF and this year I had to make the team. The audition consisted of a week long auditions due to the amount of people that auditions each year but each dancer only has to attend one day of auditions.

I decided to head to the gym to work off some of the pain from cheer tryout. As I placed my foot on the first step of the stairs, I immediately regretted not taking the elevator but I finally made my way into the gym and towards the treadmill starting off with a light setting and steadily increasing it over time.

Finally when I got to a steady pace and comfortable setting, a hazel-eyed-football-player appeared in front of me, speaking. I signaled to him that I had Airpods in and he signaled "Speak, please." with his hands. I slowed down the treadmill until it stopped and removed the Airpods.

Completely out of breath I asked "What's up?"

"Can I use the treadmill next to you?" Mason asked smirking. Is this guy serious?

"You stopped me for that?" I asked still trying to catch my breath.

"Normally girls are happy to see me and I expected you to be a bit more excited since we haven't seen each other in a year." He said now leaning on the arms of my treadmill.

"I'm not like most girls, especially not the girls that you are use to and I have seen enough of you to last me a lifetime."

"That's harsh but I know you missed me, Rosen. Also congratulations." He said climbing onto the treadmill next to me but I just looked at him confused "for what?"

"You're a cheerleader."

Excuse me, what? No. I looked at him in shock, before taking my stuff and leaving the gym, not even finishing my workout. I sat down on the stairs and opened my school email.

Congratulations, Kelly Rosen. You have made the cheerleading team for the 2020-2021 season.

I'm a cheerleader. I'm a cheerleader... I'm a cheerleader? I repeated to myself, walking back to my dorm. That is crazy, why am I a cheerleader? I do not want to be a cheerleader but I'm a cheerleder.

I called Rachel to find out if she made the team but as soon as she answered I heard her crying.

"Rachel, you good?" I asked, scared that she did not make the team and that is why she was crying.

Rachel spoke while still crying. "Kelly, I just checked the letter that went out. Our results from the tryouts."

"Yeah and-"

"I'm a cheerleader!" Rachel screamed in my ear cutting me off.

"Congratulations." I said laughing "so am I." Which caused her to scream more.

"Oh my word. Oh my word. Do you know what this means?"

"What does this mean, Rachel?" I asked knowing that her answer was going to be extreme.