Chapter 2
To TanyaDiva, who makes a badass covers and gave me killer cheer routines. You are one awesome chick!
“I can’t believe you challenged that bitch you a cheer battle,” my best friend, Tiffany, shook her head as we took our seats under a tree during lunch that Thursday.
“Yeah, do you know what you are about to get yourself into?” Kayla, my other best friend chimed in.
I smiled at them and said, “Relax guys, I know what I’m doing.”
“Besides, you guys know I used to be a cheerleader. Not to brag, but I was good at it too,” I added.
They looked at me for a moment then Kayla said, “How did a cheerleader turned into a varsity football player anyway?”
Tiffany nodded at that. That was a good question.
“I seriously have no idea. But I guess, my dad and I always played football when I was little and I loved it. Cheerleading was fun, don’t get me wrong, but I guess I have no passion for it. Besides, it all started the day that hot idiot threw the football at me and I caught it,” I smiled from the memory.
Tiffany grinned, “Yeah, well that idiot became your boyfriend.”
I picked at my lunch, which was spaghetti, and said, “Yeah.”
My tone sounded sad to me, and my friend immediately picked up my tone for their eyes flashed to my face in concern.
“What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked.
I stayed quiet, not knowing how to explain to them how I feel ever since coach told us that the scouts were coming.
“Alex, talk to us,” Kayla urged me, and I looked at them.
I looked around to make sure Aiden or any of the guys on my team was not within earshot. It was a good thing the guys had an all “guys” lunch today at some pizza place. I looked back at my friends, my best friends who know everything about me, and I sighed.
“Scouts are coming to watch us play tomorrow,” I told them.
Kayla looked confused, “Isn’t that a good thing.”
I shook my head and said, “The scouts are going to watch the boys play tomorrow, Aiden specifically. Not the girls. Or in this case, the girl.”
Tiffany breathed, “Oh.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Call me selfish, but I wished there was someway for the scouts to be interested in me also. I know coach told me to try hard and catch the scouts’ attention this way, but the changes of that is a bazillion to one.
“Maybe it’s a sign, you guys. You know, Candace’s challenge? It’s probably telling me to be a cheerleader since football is not going to work out,” I said, dejected.
And it might be a sign. Some outer force is telling me to give up football cleats for cheer shoes, and football for pom poms. Instead of listening to the quarterback’s calls for plays, I’ll be listening for the “one-two-three, clap your hands,” now. I sighed for like the twentieth time today and looked at my friends who were deep in thought.
“No,” Kayla looked me dead in the eyes after a few more seconds.
“This is not a sign of any sort. Don’t listen to them. Listen to you. What do you want to do after high school, Alex?” she asked me in a serious voice that kind of scares me.
“Football and maybe psychology major,” I told her.
Tiffany then smiled and said, “Then you are going to go chase after it. Like how you do when you are on the field, hugging that ball to your chest and running down the end zone thingy, with big guys chasing you.”
