AN: I'm thinking of doing this in a first person POV after this chapter. This is just a short setup. This is also my second Bring It On fic and my first for this decade (the 2010s). I hope you enjoy it
It's Cheeromantic
Chapter Zero – The Opening
It all seemed to occur in a series of flashes. Both Torrance and Missy had been accepted into UCLA for college and they had always looked out for one another. Missy always made jokes that since Torrance was in a long-term relationship with her brother, Torrance was kind of an honorary sister to her. Because of Torrance's excitement over it, she and Missy had gone to numerous sorority houses and they had joined one. It was something Missy had never wanted before she had met Torrance but her friendship was more important than some misplaced pride.
That was why when Missy had been grabbed outside a bar, she had seen everything in slow motion. She had used some of the skills that she had studied in gymnastics to try to get away from the guy that grabbed her. However, when two other guys decided to join in, Torrance hadn't left her friend's side and had gotten pulled into the fight.
Missy didn't know what had happened after that.
They were in the parking lot and someone had grabbed her and had their hand between her legs and then she saw Torrance getting pulled down before people were screaming about a car and then Missy watched as Torrance's body was thrown into the air and her body landed limply with her face on broken glass from beer bottles. It wasn't good. This wasn't good.
"Somebody call 911," she said before elbowing the guy hard in the chest. "Torrance?" she asked as she saw that her best friend was unconscious. "Damn it!" she said before pulling out her own phone and took a photo of the guys without them knowing it. "Come on, come on," she whispered as she tried to check over Torrance's head. There was blood. There was so much blood.
Once she had finished with the call with the dispatcher and had been told that both the police and an ambulance would be there, Missy did what she knew Torrance would want for her to do – well this and calling her parents – she called Cliff, Torrance's parents would be next.
"So, how goes it party girl," Cliff smiled as Missy could hear him tuning his guitar, he had played Torrance a number of songs since they had become a couple. "That fake ID work for you?"
"No time!" Missy said, "Torrance is hurt! She got into a road accident, meet you at the hospital."
Missy could hear Cliff's nervousness and heard the guitar drop to the ground. Cliff hadn't seemed to notice. "She's okay, right? She's going to be okay, isn't she?" he asked and Missy took a weak inhale. Cliff had decided to go to a school which had a more focused music program but he was still relatively close, he could be there in an hour or two.
"She's alive though okay is subjective," Missy said as she saw the ambulance arrive for her friend. "Can't speak. Meet at the hospital. I have to call her family," she said and Cliff nodded before putting down the phone. Missy called Bruce Shipman, Torrance's dad, she just hoped that she wouldn't have to tell him anything too bad.
