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Okay, I knew that cheerleading would be a new experience, but I didn't know that it would change my entire outlook.
At my old school, I'd go to the games to ogle the pretties--cute boy basketball players and, of course, the cheerleaders--but I never has anything like respect for them. They were empty-headed, absurdly perky bimbos who just wanted to get guys, right?
And then I met Torrance, who's like this...is there a word like 'perfectolicious'? If not, there shoud be. And cheerleading is like, her life. When she found out that the superbitch 'Big Red' stole those cheers from East Compton, she was shattered. She was just so innocent, so conviced that something like that could never happen, there's no cheating in cheerleading, right?! And those badass chicks were such bitches to her, and she just did everything she could to apologize, not even trying to defend herself, when nothing was even her fault. And then she pulled together the entire team, organizing the carwash and hiring a choreographer to teach all of us.
"Jazz hands." That's all I have to say.
That's not her fault either. It was her fucking boyfriend who gave her the number of that ripoff artist anyway; not to mention tried to sell her out to Courtney and Whitney. Jackass. If you ask me, she's much better off with Cliff. Though not by much.
I love my bro, really I do. But c'mon, can you picture the two of them? She's a cheerleader; he's morally opposed to it. Although he did go to all the competitions for her...
I just...its hard, you know? Sharing a bed with her and not doing anything. Since I showed up at this school, I was immediately diagnosed as an 'uber-dyke,' and Tor had absolutely no problem with that. In fact, that girl pursued me into the hall, over to my house, and then out to my car when I left the first practice. God, I felt like I was playing hard to get, and we werent even dating! But the main thing is, she came after me, all those times. She wanted me on the team the first time she saw me.
She's the only reason I joined the damn team. I'm a gymnast, not some super-happy chick in a short skirt. But Torrance guided me through it, and it actually started to get...fun.
And then her and Cliff started making eyes at each other, and she kept mentioning how she had a boyfriend. I assumed, "Hey, she's going through that 'I want to be normal phase'." Constantly mentioning her boyfriend, cheerleading? Pretty damn obvious. I mean, not that I assumed she was dykeadelic, but she was giving me the eye. Before she ran into Cliff, that is.
Its not like he stole her or anything, but it feels that way. He's my brother, for Chrissake! But, you know, once I figured out that something was gonna happen between them, whether I liked it or not, I tried to help him out.
"Be! Aggressive!
B-E! Aggressive!"
And now they're like this constant makeout machine around my house. A brand new appliance or something, like they're trying to out-love each other. They try to invite me to movies with them, and go to pizza after a game or something, but its not the same. Not like it was back at the Regionals, when me and Tor were talking all night and sharing a bed. In a room full of other cheerleaders, true, but still sharing a bed. When she told me that she was glad that I was on the team with her.
Maybe dropping that spirit stick really did curse me, cause my luck couldn't be any worse.
