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Reina starts giving instructions and Lucy’s attention goes to her, and in response, mine does, too, even reluctantly. Our coach, a middle-aged woman with long black hair and thin lips, barely says anything when her favorite captain talks.
I’m bored out of my mind, thinking about what food to grab later and if I should endure the witch hunt and the fat-shaming if I eat a slice of pizza in front of the squad.
Reina grabs me by the shoulders and hisses, “Focus or dream on about the headphones,” before she tells me my position will be on the second line, the one right above the male cheerleaders and, therefore, I’ll be carrying her and many of the others.
Yay.
Thankfully, I don’t make many mistakes, except for nearly dropping Brianna on her face, but, oh well, accidents do happen.
At least I’m not distracted by the half-naked football players carrying whatever their coach gave them and running around the field.
I mean, yes, I want to watch male perfection, but I’d rather do it in secret behind my computer screen and not in an ogling, bring-attention-to-me kind of way, like the other cheerleaders.
If I do, it’ll seem as if I’m interested in the football players, yet all I care about is the glistening of sweat on their abs that travels to other…places.
But I have this perfect poker face that no one is able to read behind. Lucy calls me unfeeling sometimes, but it’s not that I don’t feel. It’s that I have immaculate control over showing my emotions.
I take after my mom, thank you very much.
So even when a whirlwind of emotions swirls inside me, no one can figure anything out by observing the outside.
Not even the one person I actually notice on the football team.
The one with sandy hair and sharp features and hard, glistening abs that could very well be used as a weapon.
The one who doesn’t know half the campus exists, while everyone is taught his name the moment they step into Blackwood.
But that one? Yeah, I’m glad he knows nothing of my intentions, because I will get over him.
It’s just a crush…if a crush can go on for this long.
No. I’m sure it’s only a crush and only physical, because everything else is a big no.
At the end of the routine, I’m ready to go have my pizza and give the cheerleaders the middle finger if they say anything about my hips again.
As usual, all of them—Lucy included—kiss Reina’s ass about how perfect the routine is and what a queen she is. Everyone except me, of course. What? She can handle some silent criticism.
Then everyone starts to leave, except her holy circle of vicious mini-mes. Brianna, no surprise there. Prescott, the male co-captain, and a few other cheerleaders who’ve managed to get Queen Bee’s seal of approval.
This close circle is basically all about Reina’s cult activities aka the secret dares that she makes them do because she’s bored in her expensive mansion, and tormenting other people is apparently fun.
I’m about to pull Lucy away so we can go home and binge watch the latest true crime show on Netflix when Reina calls to her.
Lucy turns around, her cheeks red. “Y-yes?”
I sigh. I’ve been teaching her to grow into her confidence, but it seems that’s going to be a very long process. Once shy, always shy, I guess.
“Stay,” Reina says ever so casually.
My lips part at the same time as Lucy’s. Reina didn’t just invite her to join her cult, right?
My friend grins, her skin reddening with apparent excitement as she awkwardly makes her way to the captain’s circle. Other members of the squad whisper, probably in both envy and hatred, as I try to make sense of the situation.
This…there’s something going on. But what?
Or maybe there isn’t and I’m just being paranoid?
But it doesn’t make sense for Lucy to be part of Reina’s close circle. She’s shy and is mostly backup in the squad, just like me. We’re the invisible ones, the ones who people like looking at when we’re with the others but find boring individually.
