The performances at the end of class are less than inspired. They mostly consist of half-assed attempts at hand stands and lots of giggling.
The Three Bimboes are the only other group that actually do something worth looking at… if they had of decided to not shake their flat asses every three seconds.
The class are both amazed and awe struck after our performance, and the teacher gives me the same directive as Rosalie. Be at the cheerleading try-outs tomorrow.
After school I walk to Charlie's in the light drizzle. He'd given me a key last night because he knew that he wouldn't be there when I get back from school.
That night when he gets back from work, dinner is waiting and ready for him. He seems surprised but genuinely pleased.
He takes a deep breath before saying, "Wow, that smells great."
We settle in to eat.
Charlie pauses eating after a few silent moments to ask, "How was school?"
"Good," I say. He stares at me for a few moments as if deciding whether to ask me something else or not. I decide to put him out of his misery and make it easier on him. "Everyone was really surprised to see a new person."
"They didn't give you any trouble, did they?" He looks genuinely concerned at the thought.
I think back to Lauren, Tanya and Jessica, and then to Angela, Alice, and the fact that the Beautiful Ones had talked to me. "Nothing that I can't handle," I say.
He gives me a long look, uncertain if he should be worried or not.
"I'm kidding," I say. "They were all very welcoming."