Forever Yours (DYLM SEQUEL)

It was terrible.

I'd be lying if I told you it went great. I just couldn't accept the fact that I had thrust myself into this arena of death.

What the hell was I thinking?

I massaged my ankle. I think I might have twisted it when I did that last toe jump. The pain was unbearable, but hey—no guts, no glory.

I tried to catch my breath. There were still a few girls left that were hanging by the bleachers, watching as I make all the wrong moves. I did ballet and gymnastics up until I was twelve, so I was still quite flexible even though I haven't done it in years. Somehow, I feel it's about to pay off.

My thoughts were racing and my nerves were screaming.

The head captain of the cheer squad was there. Antonella Higgins, who is actually Angelica’s cousin. From what I know, she's really hard to impress. She has her eye on me, like a hawk, quietly tapping her pencil on the table. No smiles, nothing. She looked completely bored. Meanwhile, Courtney just sat there beside her, rolling her eyes every time I made a move.

All I could hear at the moment were my loud heartbeats. Everyone's voices were pretty much tuned out. I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I waited for the verdict.

It's like I’m at the guillotine just waiting for the blade to come down on my head.

Antonella studies her notebook, while all the other girls from the table whispered, sounding like a pack of wild bees buzzing from a beehive. A few minutes later, Antonella adjusts her seat, flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder as she fixes the paper work in front if her. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Oh, my god. Here we go.

"Klara von Detten?"

I opened my eyes, startled to hear my name. "Y-yes?"

She looks at me with a bright smile on her face.

"Welcome to the BV high Panthers cheer squad."

I clapped a hand over my mouth. Speechless. Really?

"WHAT?!" Courtney slapped a hand on the table with utter disdain. "Are you fucking kidding me? Didn't you just see her moves? She sucks!"

Antonella holds her hand up in front of Courtney's face.

"I'm the cheer captain here, so you better shut your yap before I kick you out of the squad," her voice was sweet and just loud enough for everyone to hear, making Courtney shrink back in embarrassment.

"Take that, Courtney!" one of the girls ribbed, and a small laughter erupted along the bleachers.

"She's a nobody!" cried Courtney. My tension escalated at the sound of her voice.

"So what if she's a nobody?" says one of the cheerleaders with strawberry blonde hair. "Her brother's the Quarterback of the football team, so that counts for something big."

"And she has a great height, too," the other petite cheerleader added. " She can be one of our fliers, like moi."

"Ok, whatever." Courtney just rolls her eyes. "She's still a loser."

"So how about it?" Antonella grins. "Are you in... or out?"

I can still feel the loud beats of my heart thumping throughout my whole body. This is a big decision I have to make.

Is this what I really want?

To be honest, I’m not too sure. Popularity was the only thing missing in my life and here it is—knocking at my door. But the thing is, was I ready for it?

I really don't know.

"Um, you know what...?" I shook my head and chuckled. "It's alright. I don't really need to be in your damn squad."

I slowly limped back to the bleachers to retrieve my duffel bag.

"I guess I was wrong about you, von Detten," I looked over my shoulder and surprised to see Antonella walking towards me.

My eyebrows shot up. "I'm sorry?"

"When I saw you walk in that door today, I saw a girl who was strong and confident. A girl who believes in her self and will stand at anything that comes her way. Because a nobody like your self don't have those qualities. I guess I was wrong."

I blinked. "And what do you mean by that?"

"You're weak, Klara,” she blurts out. “You're backing out on an opportunity of a lifetime. Girls would actually kill for your spot."

The tears stung at the back of my eyes as I held them back.

"I'll—I’ll think about it." After that I walked away from her as fast as I could, even though my ankle was a bit painful at that moment, I needed to get away from there as soon as possible. I pushed my way out of the door and surprised to see Owen still there, sitting at the bottom of the stair case.

"Oh, you're still here."

He stood up with a worried look on his face. He saw me limping so he immediately tried to assist me. Without saying anything, his strong arm slipped around my bare waist as he took my other arm and placed it around his shoulder for support. My body starts to warm up and that tiny sensation creeps up again. His warm hand touching my skin just sends me into a frenzy.

"Thanks, Owen." I whispered, stealing a glance at the side of his handsome face. He looks down on me; our faces just close enough to kiss.

"You're welcome." He whispers back, completely showing no emotion of whatsoever.

I stared at his lips for awhile but before we know it, we've already reached the parking lot.

"Wait, wait, wait," I say to him. "Owen, stop right here."

"Why?"

"I—I’m gonna have to wait for my mom here. She says she'll pick me up after the tryouts."

He shakes his head and wraps his arm around my waist once again. "No, I'm taking you straight home."

I swallowed. "But..."

"No buts." He says in his deep sexy voice. I couldn't argue with him anymore. I was so exhausted, I feel like I wanted to collapse in the middle of the road.

He helps me get in the passenger side. As soon as I was secured in my seat he jogs over the driver side.