Something like a . . . song. “What if we ask the DJ over there to play a song, something like . . . “ I trail off. The girls wait for me. I rack my brain for a song. “Like “Sweet Caroline” from Neil Diamond?” I ask with more hope. They all agree and I hurry over to the DJ, whispering to him the idea. He smiles and nods. I run back to the girls and we stand in front of our bleachers to hype our students up. Everyone knows this song, so this will definitely get their energy back up. “Hands, touching hands.”“Reaching out, touching me, touching you.” “Sweet Caroline.” PUM PUM PUM There are a few students who sing along. We only need to keep going.“Good times never seemed so good.”“I've been inclined.” PUM PUM PUMMuch more students are singing along and a lot of them have stood up in the meantime. Ace, this is all we need. Just more of this and then we will have the energy back. “One, touching one.”“Reaching out, touching me, touching you.” The energy grows and I cannot help
I turn to Cora and we both take a moment to register that our team just won. Cora is the first to react and she starts to cheer loudly.“We won!” Cora shouts at the top of her lungs and I let out a loud laugh. The excitement fills me with adrenaline and I cannot contain myself. I run to the field with the rest of the cheer girls and our side of the bleachers.We are still celebrating when “Can’t Hold Us” by Macklemore starts playing through the speakers. Cora throws her arm over my shoulders and we dance together, singing along as loud as we can.“We won!” Cora shouts again, hugging me tightly. I hug her back and we sway from side to side. I smile widely, realizing that we have also reconnected. Cora pulls back, flashing me a warm smile.“We won,” I repeat. The rest of the cheer girls have joined us and we are all talking over each other. Someone taps my shoulder and I turn slightly to see who it is.Wes smiles at me, his hands pulling me in for a quick embrace.“Well done,” he says w
“What?” I ask, failing to hide my frustration. Jake merely raises a brow at me.“What?” he asks as his eyes bore into mine. I open my mouth to talk but snap it close again. I take a breath, thinking of what it is that is truly bothering me. Ah, the girl. “How do you know the girl from the other school’s cheerleading squad? I remember seeing her at the party,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. Jake has a skewed smile and he chuckles softly.“She goes way back. She was my friend in middle school. They moved here recently.” I bob my head along, suddenly feeling very silly for being jealous.What is wrong with me? I swear it is this world. I am becoming one with the Wattpad world.“Ah, that is nice. Well . . . “ I trail off, trying to think of something to say, but my head hurts too much. “Thanks for the lift and good night. You had a fantastic night,” I say with a warm smile, turning to the front door. Jake pulls me back again.“You remember her from the party?” Jake asks, his hand’s
I watch as Cora falls dramatically to the floor, out of breath. I let out a breathy laugh, sitting down next to her. “Why is volleyball so much worse than cheerleading? I thought I was in good shape, but this- “ she stops talking to take a deep breath, “is so much worse. I think I’m having a heart attack.” She lets her head rest on the cold gym floor. I see her chest heaving up and down. I chuckle at her reaction while I shake my head. “Cheer is nothing compared to this. I hate suicides,” I say, resting my hands behind me to support me. Cora huffs in agreement. I look around the gym and see the floor decorated with girls. Everyone is trying to catch their breath. This coach is one of the most brutal coaches I have ever had. Most coaches focus less on fitness and more on skills, but this one is trying to kill us. Is she a werewolf? That would explain her inability to realize we are merely human. “How am I going to get up?” Cora asks as she tries to lift herself from the floor. Sh
I turn my head in the direction of the voice with a smile. Jake comes jogging to me and I notice the layer of sweat on his forehead. Was he still training? “Hey,” I say when Jake reaches me. He flashes me a smile as he comes to a stop. He is slightly out of breath. “Were you still training? I thought you went home.” Jake chuckles, shaking his head. “I have to work on my distance running. Plus, I knew you needed a lift home, so I waited for you.” I tilt my head slightly, smiling at him. He is too kind. “You waited for me? Aw, thank you,” I say, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. He blushes at the action and I giggle at his red ears. It continues to be adorable. “I want to throw a few more balls. Care to be my catcher?” he asks with a shy smile. I purse my lips, pretending to think about it. Jake laughs while he shakes my head. “Sure,” I say and head back to the field. Jake falls into step next to me and I notice his gaze focusing on my face. I turn to him. He has a deep frown
I know, I know. I should just jump into the story where the main character wakes up, like all the other Wattpad stories. Unfortunately, this is not your typical Wattpad story.I am well aware that you attention whores like to read a werewolf or vampire story through the main character's point of view, imagining yourself in their shoes where you are the "chosen one", destined to be with the love interest. I know you like to read these types of stories because it makes you feel wanted and loved at times when you feel like you cannot be loved. Been there, done that, and got the t-shirt twice.I hate to be the bearer of bad news and this will be a bitter pill to swallow, but I have to tell you. None of you would be the one the "Alpha" or the "Mafia boss" would settle for. You are the most likely the boring side character from all the Wattpad stories. Hell, some of you are not even the main characters in your own lives.So, if you came here to read this story hoping to escape from your rea
A sharp sound rings through my ears. I groan in protest and my arm shoots to the nightstand. My eyes remain closed as my hand roams over the surface, trying to find my phone. The ringing pierces through my ears and I finally open my eyes. I scan the surface of the nightstand and grab my phone, turning the alarm off. When did I set an alarm? I glance at my lock screen and see the time.Why would I set an alarm for 06:00? A text appears on the screen, but I ignore it since it is from an unknown number. I throw the phone on the bed before I let out a heavy sigh. I roll out of bed and hit the wood-tiled floors with a loud thud.What the? I get up and my eyes dart from the floor back to the bed. Where am I? This is not my bed. And this is definitely not my room. The phone vibrates with another message from the same unknown number. I look around the room and blink a few times, just to make sure that I wasn't still dreaming.Whose room is this? The last thing I remember is falling asleep on
"And I binged "Lucifer" while I ate a whole pizza by myself," Allison says with a proud smile. I nod my head as I try my best not to make a face. "Wow, crazy. You crazy girl" plays in my head and I chuckle. She smiles brighter because she thought I was laughing at how crazy her holiday sounded."Hey, Allison-""Why do you keep calling me Allison? It's Ally. You're freaking me out." She pouts at me and frowns. She continues to walk on and I raise my brow at her. I have no idea how I am going to put up with her for a whole story. I inhale slowly and walk faster to catch up. I can remember the conversation that Kate and Ally had on their way to school, so I'm just going to stick with that."Ally," I pause to stress her nickname, "did you hear about all the new kids that are starting today?" She stops walking, turning to me while she shakes her head."Yes, apparently like 14 kids. I think six of them are seniors and will be in our homeroom," I say and wink when I reach her. Ally shakes he