High School, Vampires, and Other Hellmouth-y Things

#0002; Dress
Word Count: 793

She glared at her reflection in the mirror, tugging at the bottom of her outfit in hopes of covering more of her legs. No such luck, the black dress that she was forced to wear still hung at least three inches above her knees. Which was, in her opinion, way too short. And her glare darkened.

"Why do I have to wear this again?"

Two sets of eyes rolled.

The blonde spoke first. "Because we're celebrating."

Her cousin quickly continued. "And why shouldn't we celebrate? We tried out for the cheerleading squad and have successfully made it. Not that there was any doubt in my mind that we would."

Lita huffed, turning to meet the eyes of her cousin and their mutual friend, Trish Stratus. "I still think that the try-outs were cursed or rigged, or something."

"Cursed, rigged, something, or whatever... It doesn't matter. We are varsity cheerleaders, every high school girl's dream..."

"Not this high school girl."

A brow arched. "Maybe not your dream, but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me you won't enjoy it."

"Enjoy what, having hormonal jerks try and grab our asses in the hallway?"

Trish scowled. "They try that with me, they'll be on the floor and clutching themselves."

Lita and Cordelia shared a smile.

The brunette breaking the momentary silence. "Not the jerks, not even the envy... What I mean is: the actual cheerleading aspect of this gig. The stunts and choreography, come on Li, you can't tell me that you won't enjoy that."

The redhead sighed and turned towards the mirror once again, staring at her appearance. She tucked strands of her loosely curled hair behind her ears, picked at imaginary pieces of lint on her dress. "The stunts are awesome, I can't deny that. Hell, with you helping out with choreography, it'll be almost decent enough. It's just... Why the hell do I have to wear this!"

She spun around to face them and pouted at the other two girls, arms crossed over her chest and her hip cocked out to one side in a defiant manner. Of course, the pout did kind of ruin it.

"I look like an idiot!"

"No, you don't. You look amazing, Li!"

"And she isn't just saying that, not even if you're her cousin," Trish pointed out.

Cordelia nodded. "It's a change from the norm, I'll tell you that much. But, it's still uniquely you. Ruffled skirt, slightly torn top... I'll even allow you to put on that one fishnet-"

"If I get to wear my favorite pair of boots instead, I won't say another word about how against this I am." Lita interrupted with a slight smirk.

"What boots?"

"Those."

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock. "The combat boots!"

"Yes, the combat boots. They kick ass!"

Cordelia stared at her for a moment before composing herself. She turned a critical eye on her dress before moving onto her hair and make-up, which was hardly noticeable, but what Lita preferred, before settling her gaze on the pair of boots that were haphazardly thrown across the room and against a corner. She shrugged, "You can wear the boots, but only because it actually goes with what you're wearing."

"Glad that it meets your approval," the redhead muttered as she crossed the room and grabbed the pair of boots. She stalked towards her bed and plopped down, quickly tugging on one boot and then the other. As she was tying the laces, she asked who else would be joining them; if the rest of the Sunnydale cheerleaders would be involved or not.

Cordelia snorted. "As if. I actually want to have some fun tonight. And that is in no way possible with Harmony and the rest of those sheep around."

Trish smirked, "And here I thought you enjoyed the attention they surround you with."

"They serve their purpose."

Lita shook her head, pushing herself off of the bed and to her feet. "Well, I'm all set and ready to go."

Cordelia and Trish huffed, both girls looking as annoyed as possible about having to wait on her. Although, their eyes twinkled with laughter.

"Finally," they exclaimed.

Trish then giggling. She reached for their hands, leading them out of Lita's bedroom, down the hallway, and out of the house. They climbed into the blonde's car and made themselves comfortable. She grinned, casting a glance at Cordelia, who was seated in the passenger seat, and then at Lita, lounging in the backseat. She backed away from the driveway...

Cordelia played around with the stereo, choosing a song that all three of them enjoyed.

"It's about time we got this party started," Trish said before speeding off, their off-key singing and loud laughter echoing into the night.