A/n: Season 2 is not yet airing in the UK, so forgive me if you think I'm shunning Lola. I'm not.

Summary: I never thought I'd stoop this low! Me… in a short blue skirt and carrying pom-poms. I feel degraded and stereotypical. Then he smiles at me. Suddenly it doesn't seem so wrong.

Chapter 1:

"ZOEY!" Nicole screams. God I hate that scream! I mean if she could confine it to be used only in our dorm room then fine, but we're in the yard eating lunch. Then she comes over, nearly drops her tray, screams out our friends name, and stares at a wall. "ZOEY!" She screams again. Knowing Miss Innocent Nicole it's probably offending graffitti or something.
"Nicole! If you don't stop screaming I swear to god I'll…" I start.
"Look." She points at a poster. Zoey looks veryslightly amused. She doesn't look impressed by the poster more like the fact that Nicole could get hyper over this poster. (But Nicole could get hyper over a teacup with her name on it)
"Cheerleading?" She asks.
"Zoey try out with me!" She begs.
"Nah," Zoey says shaking her head.

"Atta girl, cheerleading is the most degrading thing a girl can do." I say... for once I am actuallyproud of her. She's not as much of a bimbo as I thought.
"No I have nothing against cheerleading." Zoey says hurriedly. "I just… I don't know I wouldn't want the stress."
"Stress? Cheer leading? Perlease." Logan laughs. "Ra Ra Sis Boom Ba… anyone can do it."
"Please Zoey… please? I won't try out on my own, please?" She whines as she falls to her knees, abandoning her dinner tray and clutches Zoey's hands. She knows better than to ask me. If she asked me she'd have to try out next year on account of being in hospital for this years try-outs.
"Okay!" Zoey caves. "But what if I get in and you don't?"
"Then… then I'll be happy for you. Thank you Zoey thank you!" She jumps up and runs around like a headless chicken. I'd love to know where she gets her energy. I mean she must eat sugar sandwiches for breakfast… she trips over her lunch tray and splatters her milk everywhere, then she gets up and hugs Zoey. She must have them for dinner too.

"I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for." I warn them
"You'll have guys oggling you." Chase protests. He's not playing the 'big-brother' card because he's worried, he just doesn't want Zoey to get a boyfriend. I think she picks up on this.
"Really? I'm beginning to warm up to whole the idea." Zoey says coldly. I know she hates it when people doubt her decisions. She stands up and the two stride off.
"She doesn't… she didn't…" Chase stutters.
"Ah she just wants attention." Michael shrugged.
"And she'll have it, have you SEEN how short those skirts are?" Logan asks. He whistles.
"Logan!" I snap.

Okay so why am I getting all defensive over him? I've been asking myself that a while now. I noticed myself getting jealous and angry when he flirted with other girls, which is often, consideringFLIRT is to LOGAN asBREATHE is toHUMAN. At first I thought I was being stupid… but I sort of admit it now. Okay... I think I have a bit of acrush on him. I hate that! He's such an arrogant, pompous, sexist, egocentrical, jerk that I could throw up. But he has this hold on me. I don't even think he's particularly good looking. I can't help it and it angers me that I am a sensible girl and that I could fall for an idiot like him. I can do SO much better than him. I don't know why I like him. He's always so nasty to me.
"What? No offence to you Chase but Zoey is hot." Logan continues. "And in a cheer leading outfit she's going to pull without even thinking about it." Chase groans.
"Logan stop it! You're upsetting Chase and to be honest I don't think Zoey all that attractive." I huff.

"Jealous." Mutters Michael. I grab my fork tightly. I know I'm jealous! I don't need it bringing to the attention of the whole table though.
"Am not!" I argue. "I am just so sick of 'Zoey this' and 'Zoey that' Chase doing that I can handle. Because he's in love with her. You're just a jerk..." I point my fork at Logan."and you're just an idiot." I stand up and storm off, I ended up throwing my fork at Michael.
"What's her deal?" Logan asks.
"How should I know what her deal is?" Michael rolls his eyes, and rubs his head where the fork hit him.


"Wish us luck." Says Nicole anxiously.
"No I won't. Cheerleading is sexist and stereotypical… and I would prefer my friends to be steered well clear." I scoff.
"Nice to have your support. See you in a while." Zoey waves me off. Stupid. That's what they are. They're both air heads, and they deserve to be cheer leaders. I flick the CD system to on and drift into a gentle sleep as Jet's 'Are you gonna be my girl' lulls me. (I know I know, only I could be lulled by that song)

Jolt. I'm awake I'm awake. I'm not sure what woke me up but I'm awake. It's been three hours. I'm prone to over sleeping and when I get up on a morning I usually have to be dragged by Zoey and Nicole but Zoey and Nicole aren't here. Where are they? I stand up and rub my eyes. It's been positively ages. Surely they've finished their try-outs? I'd better go assess the damage. See how many have my friends have ascended the ladder into bimbomnity (I'm entitled to make up words I've only just woken up) After searching the grounds I resign myself to entering the gym where two tacky pink and white signs reading 'TRYOUTS IN HERE' flutter lamely in the wind.

"Have you two auditioned yet?" I growl, seeing them both sat on the stands.
"No…" Nicole says shakily. "I'm frightened I don't wanna do this anymore."
"We've come this far Nicole…" Warns Zoey. I can tell that if Nicole backs out Zoey will audition anyway. She has it in her head now that she'd make a good cheerleader.
"There's only one more spot available though." Nicole cries.
"All it takes to be a cheerleader is having no brain. You've got less of a brain than anyone here." I say reassuringly.
"Thanks…" Nicole said dejectedly. "I think."

"Well well well if it isn't Dana Cruz…" I'd recognise that voice anywhere. It's Montana. She's horrid. She's also a senior cheer leader. She was the first person I met when I came to PCA, and she hated me from the word 'Go.' "My IQ is well over a hundred, and you still think you have to be an airhead? You'd be perfect, that must be why you're auditioning."
"I'm NOT trying out." I growl. Not on my life.
"You wouldn't make it anyway." My eyes narrow to slits. It's my trademark death glare. My 'If-looks-could-kill-you'd-be-cold-by-now' glare.
"Oh perlease! Any idiot can do the splits." Well they can. It doesn't exactly take a rocket scientist now does it?
"Put your pom-poms where your mouth is Cruz." She shoves a pair of blue and purple pom-poms at me.

Now, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that the three years of gymnasticsmy Mom made metake would become useful at some point in my life. I breathe deeply. I throw the pom-poms high into the air and do a forward flip. I manage to get down before the pom-poms, land with a ten point grace and grab the pom-poms. I fall into the splits with the pom-poms held in the air above my head. Wow.
"Wow." Zoey says in shock.
"Wow." Nicole compliments.
"Wow…" Says Alexis. "Stop the auditions. If you can show that much pep on the field you've got the spot!"
"I don't want it." I pull myself up and rub my thigh slightly. I guess I should've warmed up first.. "I only did it to prove it's easy."
"No Dana, I insist. You're the best I've seen yet and that includes the members of the squad already."

"Alexis!" Montana screeches.
"Oh get over it." Alexis says. I smile and stick my tongue out at Montana in an overly mature fashion.
"Thanks for the offer but…" Boy doI feel stupid. I shake my head.
"But nothing, I'll see you at practice tomorrow night Dana." And with that Alexis strides off. Montana at her heels. Zoey turns on me. Nicole turns on me. I had to show off didn't I?


"Hi girls, did you make the squad?" Chase asks.
"Don't talk to me!" Zoey growls sitting down angrily.
"I take it that means you didn't make it?" Chase asks in an overly hopeful voice.
"No I didn't… and neither did Nicole." Zoey stabs at her food and I feel guilty. I can't believe they're being this jerk-ish towards me.
"But Dana did." Nicole says bitterly.
"Look I didn't ask for it! I didn't even try out it just sorta happened!" Ok I'm well and truly fed up now. How dare they be angry with me! It's not my fault the air-heads want me on the squad.
"You? A cheer leader?" Logan asks. He laughs. I throw an olive at him angrily.
"What you don't think I'm good enough?" I ask.
"No I just feel sorry for the rest of the squad." He continues to laugh.

"You in a skirt?" Asks Michael skeptically.
"Oh shut up all of you." I growl. "I don't even want the spot,"
"So how did you get it if you didn't try?" Chase asks curiously.
"I showed up, waved my pom-poms and suddenly I was in." Well, that is sorta what happened.
"Was the judge a guy?" Logan asks.
"No, why?" Nicole asks, naively.
"Well if Dana waved her pom-poms at me I'd let her join the team."I screech furiously. How dare he imply something like that about me.
"You think I'd have to flirt my way onto thw squad! You don't think I could get in on sheer talent?" I ask, feeling incredibly put out. I know I shouldn't rely on his opinion as much as I do, because he's a total prat… but I do. I can't help it if I fell for an idiot. I guess I'm just an idiot too. No wonder I'm a cheer leader.
"No… I just think it laughable to envision you as a cheer leader."
"Laughable… laughable. Is this all this is? A big joke?"

"Dana you have to admit, you as a cheer leader it is a bit… out of character." Chase says gently. He's trying to avoid the impending bloodbath I'm likely to cause.
"I can do it." I snap.
"Sure you can." Says Logan sarcastically. I'll show him. I'll show Montana. Zoey and Nicole too. I don't care how degrading it's going to be. I'm not going to back out now. Anybody can wave their pom-poms or twirl a baton. I however am of a higher intelligence. I'm going to knock the cheer leading squad right out of their bobby socks. I stand up and turn away.

"Well… In which case. Say hello to the newest member of the squad." I stalk off in a huff. Oh would you look at that I forgot to eat. I'm already a cheerleader.

A/n: Fin chapter 1. Please review?