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Gabriel seemed to be having trouble tying his cleats. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was trying to watch the cheerleaders.
“I still don’t see what you’re talking about,” he said, and Becca could hear a bit of a taunt in his voice. “Show me again.”
The girls giggled and did some weird cartwheel handspring combination that looked disorganized at best. They did some silly cheer right along with it, though the routine didn’t seem to match. But all that activity made their skirts go up, and some guys high on the bleachers whistled.
That made the girls giggle harder. Becca didn’t recognize either of them.
“Don’t you see?” said one. “It’s supposed to end with a handspring into a back tuck but it doesn’t work right.”
“Do it again,” said Gabriel, a wolfish smile on his face. “Maybe I’ll get it.”
“Why don’t you just tell them to take their clothes off?” said Quinn. “Save time.”
Oh, good. Quinn was going to make this go smoothly.
Becca watched Gabriel notice her, but he didn’t lose the smile. Maybe he didn’t want to show his mean streak in front of potential conquests. “Just doing my part,” he said.
“Yeah,” said Quinn. “I’m sure you’re all kinds of worried about ‘your part.’ ”
Now Nick laughed. Chris hadn’t said a word—hadn’t even looked up. He seemed to be studying his Trig book extra hard. Becca’s lips didn’t want to work. It felt like she’d been chewing on sawdust.
One of the cheerleaders leaned on the other one’s shoulder. It made them look like they were rehearsing for a Maxim photo shoot. “Ohmigod you’re so helpful,” the blonde said to Quinn in a flat voice. “Please. Keep being a bitch.”
The other, a lanky brunette, just looked at Quinn. “You think you can do better?”
Quinn didn’t say anything, just dropped her bags next to the bleachers and kicked off her flats. She backed up to give herself some room, then sprang forward into the routine the girls had just demonstrated. She added an extra handspring, and even did the call—though that carried a bit of mockery. Every beat matched perfectly, and she finished with a flourish.
Most of the people on the bleachers clapped. Quinn got more whistles than the real cheerleaders had. She blushed.
Becca grinned, forgetting her nerves for a moment. “I had no idea you could do that.”
The blond cheerleader scowled, then flicked her hair and flounced off. “We’re late,” she called over her shoulder.
“How’d you do that?” said the brunette.
Quinn was reclaiming her things. She shrugged. “It’s all in the counting. You guys didn’t have enough beats.”
“You cheer for the rec league or something?”
Quinn snorted. “No way.”
The other girl was halfway across the field, calling her friend. The brunette glanced after her, then looked back at Quinn. “You should come try out next week. We’re down two girls.” She looked Quinn up and down, then started to turn to follow her friend. “We need more strong people who can do the power stuff like that.”
Now Quinn was just staring at her.
“She’d love to,” said Becca.
Quinn whipped her head around. “I do not want to be a cheerleader,” she hissed.
“Look for the signs,” the girl called. “Next Thursday!” Then she was off, jogging across the field, cheerleader skirt bouncing, a dark ponytail flying behind her.
Gabriel watched her go. “God, that Tamar is one hot piece of—”
“Easy,” said Nick. Becca noticed he was still watching Quinn. “That was pretty good,” he said.
his was stupid. He was just being Hunter, as direct and challenging as ever.
She ducked under his arm. “We have class.”
