"Those kids scare the shit out of me," Kyle said, approaching me from behind as I got a few books out of my locker after first period. I turned around and smiled, instantly recognizing his voice. We had AP Literature together next, so I assume he'd just come over to walk with me.
"Who? Kenny's friends? Don't worry Cutie Pie, your pumpkin will protect you," I said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes, so I continued: "Don't worry about it. Kenny's friends just don't like our kind."
"Our kind? You mean the kids that actually do their homework and participate in extracurricular activities?" I squinted at him, trying to look annoyed.
"Don't be mean. They'd just call us squares or preps or populars or something." I shut my locker and we made our way down the hallway.
"They like Stan," Kyle mumbled. "And he's Varsity quarterback." I turned to him, sympathy in my eyes. Kyle wasn't a fan of being disliked and he could prove his worth to anyone. That's how he got to be Student Body president two years in a row—he's just a well respected kid. Until that moment, I never realized that those kids hating him got under his skin.
"Stan buys their pot," I said, grabbing his arms so he'd turn to look at me. "You're president. You punish them for possessing it."
"I don't really. I'm lenient with that sort of stuff, but I've got to follow the honor code…"
"Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"It doesn't matter. If there's one thing I've learned from being a cheerleader. It's that you can't let what people think of you get under your skin. Every teenager in the world is insecure and, whether they're a cheer captain or a future cat lady, they have to relieve their insecurities by making fun of their opposite."
"And president's the opposite of stoner?"
"You got it," I replied, winking at him. At that very moment, Christy, Angela, and Bebe came running up. There had to be cheer news.
"You'll never guess what just happened," Angela said, twirling her curly blonde hair between her finger tips.
"You're probably right. What happened?" I asked, grabbing Kyle's arm so he wouldn't walk away.
"Wendy wants to join the squad." Kyle and I raised our eyebrows simultaneously. And the three girls laughed.
"You two need to stop spending so much time together, you're getting ridiculous." Christy said with a grin, but Bebe looked a tad annoyed. We were straying from the topic at hand: her best friend. And, she'd never been the sweetest girl on the squad.
"I don't get it," Kyle said. "I just really don't get it anymore." Angela patted him on the back.
"You're a boy Kyle, you're not supposed to get it," Christy stated, shaking her head. "So… how's this going to work…."
"It's not going to work," I replied with a furrowed brow. "You can't join squad—especially not a nationally ranked squad—the winter of your senior year. What's wrong with her?"
"Damn it, Livy. She's desperate is what's wrong with her," Bebe said, fire in her eyes. Angela and Christy frowned, knowing that was their cue to leave. Kyle was about to take the cue as well, it was pretty potent.
"No, Kyle. You stay." Kyle grabbed my hand. We were all a little scared of Bebe.
"So, what's up…?" Kyle said, hesitantly.
"Wendy's losing Stan, that's what up." Bebe stated flatly, glaring at the two of us. "Would you two stop holding hand?! You're making it worse." We quickly let go of one another's hands, but now I was angry.
"What do we have to do with any of this? And, last time I checked, Stan was as into Wendy as ever." Kyle didn't agree with me.
"All he does it talk to other girls! Like that Freddy chick! All he does is talk to Freddy!" Kyle laughed.
"This is about Freddy? She's harmless. All of us love her… She's really into sports and stuff. They have a lot in common but they're just friends. "Bebe didn't seem so convinced.
"I don't understand what this has to do with cheer or me and Kyle." I quipped. I was going to be late for English and I did not need this bullshit right now.
"She thinks it will make her more desirable to Stan," Bebe said. Kyle laughed out loud.
"Oh shut up, you! You already have a cheerleader girlfriend! And you two set unrealistically high expectations for them." Kyle continued to laugh.
"I'm sorry, but Livy being a cheerleader isn't why I love her. It's not why I've stayed with her. Hell, if she didn't like it so much, I wouldn't want her doing it. And, Wendy and Stan don't have to act like we do. We've always been completely different, couple-wise."
"Cheer does matter. Even if you don't realize it," Bebe said with a smirk.
"Look at it this way, B," Kyle said with a smile. "It hasn't done your love life any favors."
"Fuck you, Kyle" Bebe said, turning away from us and walking down the hallway.
"Ouch, Kyle," I said, looking at him. He was obviously very proud of himself.
"You know we've never gotten along… I can't believe all this shit with Wendy. I guess I'll have to talk to Stan?"
"Guess so," I replied. "And I'll have to talk to Wendy… awkward." The two of use weren't exactly friends.
"That might be wise." We made our way into the English classroom, and sat down. We were late as I had predicted. About halfway through class I sent Kyle a note.
Why do you not like me being a cheerleader? I asked on an old piece of loose leaf. He read it, smiled, and quickly scribbled a reply.
Because it makes you a sex symbol… I've kind of become the king of threatening underclassmen to stay away. I laughed remembering all the times some freshman had commented on my ass and Kyle had shoved that kid in a locker or a given him a bloody nose.
You know me, sexing up the school one day at a time! I replied in jest. But the teacher caught that note and scanned it over with his eyes, puzzled. Well, that's super awkward…
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