Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter Three

"One, two, three!"

I stood there watching the cheerleading squad in amazement as they cartwheeled and flipped all over the place.

"Well done guys, keep it up!" I called encouragingly.

Captain was easier that I thought. I just watched them and told them how to improve.

"Are you gonna join in now Kate?" Claire asked.

So much for that.

"Um, gee, I don't feel so well." I tried to look sick but I could see it wasn't fooling Claire.

"Uh.. I'll go get my pom-poms.." I sighed, then walked off towards the bleachers.

* * * * *

I looked around the group of girls self-consciously then tried to copy them. I failed miserably.

"What's up with you today Kate?" Claire asked, "You... suck."

Claire was obviously as modest as she had always came across.

"I was just.. trying to think up ideas for how we could improve the routine, that's all."

"Oh." Claire said, "Got any then?"

"No," I replied quickly, then laughed nervously, "But I'm thinking of something that's gonna be totally...hype!"

I'd heard Kate use that word a lot in the last week. I assumed it was THE word.

"It's funkified now, Kate, you know that. Hype is so..." She looked deep in thought, "Last week."

"Yeah... yeah, totally."

I gave her a small smile, then turned back to the group of cheerleaders. "Let's get back to work!"

* * * * *

I lay on my bed in pain, all my muscles aching from a long and gruelling cheerleading practice.

Kate's Mum wasn't home, as expected, so I fixed myself some two-minute noodles. They tasted pretty gross but I had them anyway.

I got up off the bed and walked over to Kate's computer and lazily switched it on.

"Oh my God, I'm like, on!" Kate's voice came out from the speakers.

I screwed up my face and waited for the desktop to load.

After it finally loaded, I looked through all of Kate's emails and documents. Some pretty juicy stuff actually.

Did you know that Claire got it on with Danny Kessler at Janine Gilbert's party last week? Aha, now for the twist- Claire's going out with Lliam Reynolds.

"Skank," I said to myself, then continued sorting through Kate's computer.

There wasn't anything much more interesting on there, so I decided to turn it off.

"Oh my God, you're turning me off! Like, bye!"

I laughed inwardly at how stupid and gay it was, then started sorting through Kate's drawers, looking for something interesting.

I didn't have to search far, because in Kate's top drawer of her desk was her diary.