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Chapter 11
Matchmaking Friends

We met Angie at the gates, Christy had been invited to. Well, they were best friends, so it made sense. It was fun at the carnival, we went on the rides and attempted some of the games. We didn't get many tickets, but it was all good fun. Me and Lola went on the roller coaster, we tried to convince Christy and Angie to go on it with us, but they wouldn't. It was past curfew when we got back to the dorms, but it was worth it.

I was tired the next morning and didn't really listen to what Mr Matthews was saying. I was brought back to reality by someone speaking to me.

"Bolivia isn't in Mexico."

I looked at them, all I saw was blonde hair and glasses. Then I realised it was Beatrice, the nerd girl.

"Oh, yeah.. sorry, I spaced out for a minute," I replied. I wondered why she was trying to help me, I'd barely spoken a word to her all year.

"Understandable, if the rumors going around are true. I don't usually listen to gossip, most of the time it is all nonsense made up to hurt someone."

"Yeah, there's more to it than that."

I was glad when the bell rang, so I could meet up with Lola and eat lunch. We sat on the broken part of the wall, near the auto shop class, eating sandwiches. I was glad that Johnny wasn't there, because it was awkward when they started making out.

"You should go out on a date, to take your mind off everything," she suggested. That was her solution to everything.

"Why? My last date was a disaster." That was the understatement of the century.

"Yeah, with him. But maybe if you go out with someone else, it might be different." I was grateful that she didn't say his name.

"Who?" There wasn't really any other boys I liked.

"I'll arrange a blind date for you."

When she said that, I wanted to smash my head on the wall until my brains started to leak out. I just knew she'd set me up with one of the greaser boys, they were nice and everything, just not my type. I acted like I was grateful, but really I wished she wouldn't. I almost jumped for joy when the bell rang, so I could end the conversation. Thanks to Mandy I didn't have to go to maths, she had arranged for me to help her practice cheerleader routines.

I walked to the gym, I didn't need to bring a change of clothes or anything Mandy set up a locker for me in the girl's changing room. There was a spare uniform in the locker waiting for me. I got changed and then tied my hair back into a low ponytail. I walked out the changing room, then I heard someone's voice.

"Heh, you're just like them."

I turned around and saw Gary leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.

"Just like who?" I replied. I was a little taken back, he hadn't spoken to me in just over a week.

"Mandy and the rest of those bimbo cheerleaders," he said, like he was stating the obvious.

"No, I'm not!" I snapped.

"No, your right," he said holding up his hands. Then he pointed at me. "You are one of them."

"No, I'm not!" I repeated. I didn't snap at him this time, because all the peices started to fall together. I was skipping classes to practise, the jocks treated me like I was one of them, I had my own locker in the girls changing room, I was wearing a cheerleader uniform. I just stared at him.

He laughed at me. "Well, see you around, bimbo." He walked towards the stairs.

"Yeah, well, you're a terrible kisser!" I shouted at him. I was lying, but saying that to him was my revenge for calling me a bimbo.

He turned around and glared at me, his eyes like slits. I couldn't move, it was the same way he looked at Mr Burton that night, in the garden next to Harrington House. He truly hated me, I'd ruined it. He stormed up the stairs, it took me a few minutes before I could move to follow him. Then as I reached the top of the stairs, I realised everyone had heard me. They were all there; Mandy, Angie, Christy, Pinky, Tedd and the other jocks. All of them staring at me, mouths open.

"What are you lot looking at?" I snapped.

Everyone except Mandy carried on with what they were doing. She walked over to me.

"The guys are playing dodgeball against the greasers, we were asked to cheer for our team, to show some support," Mandy explained.

"It's alright, it's all good practise, right?" I replied. Whether I liked it or not I was a cheerleader, no point crying about it.

To spite Gary I was going to be the best cheerleader I could be. I was really angry about him calling me a bimbo. I vented my anger by focusing on the routines.

The jocks won of course, they were the more athletic. After the game, we went to the seating area near the clubhouse. All I could think about was the night Gary saved me and brought me here. I shook my head, I had to stop thinking about him like that, he didn't like me back. Well, I'll have the last laugh. I'll go on that date with whoever Lola sets me up with, and leave Gary to play his games.

"The cheers were better his time," Ted said.

He had his arms around Mandy, holding her close to his muscly body. She had her arms around his neck.

"I know right! Zoe was so focused." She turned her head, taking her eyes off Ted for a few moments, to look at me. "You were awesome!"

"Oh, thanks, I was just doing the routines you taught me," I said modestly.

"Well, we won, you know what that means, Babe?" Ted said. He kissed her on her neck.

She resumed staring at him, like every girl in the world would kill to be in her place. "We go on a date, tomorrow.." she replied. She kissed him passionatly on the lips.

I felt so awkward, it reminded me of Johnny and Lola. Then I remembered the date she was setting up for me, I hoped it wasn't someone completely brainless.

When Mandy surfaced from her make out session, she turned to me again. "You should come with, to show Gary you don't need him. How about I set you up with someone?"

By someone I knew she meant a jock, but I didn't say no. "Hey, why not. It's not like I'm seeing anyone."

You go ahead and play your stupid games, Gary Smith.