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I hope you all enjoy chapter four! I'm sorry if the plot is slow.
I doubled over with my hands on my knees, as I panted for air, I knew cheer-leading was difficult, I just didn't know it was THIS difficult.
"Come on ladies! Get your legs up higher!" The cheer coach yelled.
"Why are we having cheer practice in the middle of the day? I thought it was an after school group." I groaned to Bebe who was standing on my left side.
"Cheer-leading is the biggest sport here besides football, the school ALWAYS makes time for practice during and after school." Bebe said.
"So, we're going to have to practice twice a day?" I asked, trying to not sound disappointed, I didn't want to upset my first semi-friend.
"Don't worry, it'll get easier." Bebe said with a smile.
"Okay ladies, now that the warm up is over, how about we have our newcomers learn a few of the basics." Coach said, pointing to a spot on the grass.
Myself, and only myself, went and stood on the spot where the coach was pointing. Great, I'm going to humiliate myself in front of everyone.
"What's your name?" Coach asked.
"G-Gretchen Cooke." I stammered out.
"Okay Gretchen, I want you to watch Bebe do a herkie, and then I want you to try it yourself." Coach said.
A herkie? I wondered as Bebe stood apart from the rest of the cheerleaders.
"Ready okay!" Bebe exclaimed, clapping her hands together, before crossing her arms over, and jumping up in the air with her right leg extended in front of her, and her left leg bent back behind her.
"Now you try." She said with a smile.
"Okay." I said with a nervous gulp as I got into position. Needless to say, it wasn't as effortless as Bebe made it look, I barely got off the ground, not to mention my right leg was no where near straight out from me like Bebe's was.
"That's okay Gretch, try it with the other leg." Coach said.
"Okay." I said before trying it with the opposite leg, only to get the same result.
"Just go home and practice it, I'm sure you'll get it down." Coach said with a smile. I found it a bit strange how nice she was being, I'm sure the cheer coach at my old school would have booted me out before I even tried the herkie.
After practice, was lunch, today we were having tuna fish casserole with green beans, and that gross apple stuff with the cinnamon on it.
"Hey Gretchen, come sit with us." Bebe called, waving me over. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest when I saw Wendy sitting down beside her. No, stop it! She has a boyfriend. I scolded myself as I went and took a seat on Bebe's other side.
"Hi Gretchen, I heard you joined cheer-leading, I used to be a cheerleader myself before life got in the way." Wendy said with a small laugh.
"Wendy was the captain, but she's also school president, the captain of the debate team, in mostly AP classes, and not to mention she has an after school job." Bebe said.
"Whoa, I don't think I could do that." I said with awe, as I thought back to a time when my cousin had a job at Whataburger after school, but then he had to quit because it became too much for him, he wasn't even in any after school activities either.
"Oh, AND she manages to have a boyfriend in the mist of all that." Bebe said with a laugh. The mention of a boyfriend was like a knife through my chest, but I tried not to let it show,
"Who is her boyfriend?" I asked, pretending like I cared.
"His name is Stan Marsh, he is the most popular boy in this school, he's sitting right over there." She said, pointing at a table where Wendy's boyfriend, the boy with the unruly red hair, the fat boy, and the boy with the light blond hair were sitting.
"Are you dating anyone?" I asked her.
"Me? No, the guys here are so immature, I dated a few guys, but it never lasted long." Bebe replied.
"What about you? Any special guys in your life?" She then asked.
"Nope, not yet." I said, not telling her that I was a lesbian, I had no idea how she'd react.
"Hm, well, what do you think about that boy with the red hair? He's Stan's super best friend." She said, pointing back over at Stan's table.
"He's cute I guess." I said with a shrug.
"His name is Kyle Broflovski, he's the local Jewish kid, he also rivals Wendy for the top grades in most of their classes." Bebe said.
"Bebe also had a HUGE crush on him way back when." Wendy said with a laugh.
"Oh shut up Wendy! We were in third grade, however, you have to admit he does have a nice ass." Bebe said.
"So um, what about him?" I asked, pointing to the boy with the light blond hair.
"Oh, that's Butters, his real name is Leopold, but he goes by Butters, he's dating a Canadian girl, I can't remember her name, but they've been together since the fourth grade." Bebe said.
"Wow, that's a really long time." I said with shock, at my old school, kids were getting a new boyfriend or girlfriend every week, there was even this boy who dated EVERY girl in the school, well, except me and a few other girls that is. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that I wasn't on his date list.
"And what about him?" I asked pointing at the fat boy.
"That's Eric Cartman, he's the most racist, sexist, idiotic piece of shit ever to exist." Wendy said darkly.
"Yea, he's such a jerk, I'm so glad Wendy kicked his ass." Bebe said.
"You kicked his ass?" I asked with shock, she didn't seem the type who would do something like that.
"Yes, he deserved it though, he kept making fun of breast cancer which is a very serious issue." Wendy said.
"Wow, what a jerk." I said with shock, I couldn't believe that anyone would make fun of something as serious as cancer.
"That was back in the fourth grade, he's only gotten worse since then." Wendy said.
"Wow." I muttered. I then breathed out a sigh of relief when the bell rang.
As I walked out of the cafeteria, I couldn't help but to do a little skip of happiness, I couldn't believe that I had actually had an actual conversation with Wendy, and I didn't make a fool out of myself! Maybe moving here wouldn't be as bad as I initially thought.