When Fergus meets the girls…the Green-Eyed Monster rears its ugly head!
Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Nine
Bring It On: Whitney
"Have I ever told you how cute you girls look in those uniforms?" Fergus commented as he drove us over to school. I snorted, a rather unladylike sound. Fiona was pulling the midriff top lower to cover her bare tummy and Jamie was literally shooting sparks of joy in being able to finally wear the Toros uniform.
"I feel drafty," Fiona groaned as she wrapped her arms around her waist. She leaned her head against the car window and began reciting to no one in particular, "I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot…"
"Jamie do you remember the routine? You'd be taking Kasey's place since you're the youngest and lightest now," I turned to Jamie, who was still admiring the miniskirt.
"Uh-huh. You've practically drilled me everyday, how could I forget?" she said, still tracing the letters RCH on her top. Fergus threw a cardigan at Fiona, who was still going on and on with the cheers plastered in her mind. A beat-up Mustang drew up side by side with Dad's Benz.
"Whitney! Jamie!" Torrance yelled from the passenger seat. Missy was lying in the backseat on a heap of red and black pompoms. Cliff was driving and the car was blasting some weird punk-rock song about someone dancing on the bed. We waved wildly at each other.
A red convertible appeared behind us with its top down. Courtney, Kasey and Darcy were shouting our cheers in the backseat while Jan and Les sat in front. It was a happy party as we drove into the school car park where Rancho Carne students were milling about, screaming as we made our entrance.
"Go Toros! Go Toros!" they chanted as we got out of our cars and ran into the auditorium waving our pompoms. Missy executed a couple of amazing flips in the air, making the crowd go wild.
I surveyed the audience as they sat on the bleachers. There's Big Red and Aaron! And who's that with them? Fergus! I remembered that Fergus is studying at L.A. State University with them. He was looking at Fiona jumping around and shouting while vainly trying to cover her exposed tummy with an amused expression. Then he turned and our eyes met. I gave him a small smile and he flashed a thumbs-up sign.
"Ready girls?" Torrance yelled, smiling her best cheer smile. Fiona gave me a pained expression. For dance routines she wasn't spared, but Torrance was kind enough to give her simple stunts. Courtney gave her a friendly shove towards her position as we all took our places at the ends of the auditorium.
The music started, its up-beat and catchy tempo had us shaking our bodies in sync as we did our flips and round-offs. The crowd went wild as we displayed stunts, pyramids and splits. Then I saw her.
She was a black-haired Hispanic girl whom we recognized as the captain of another cheer team, the Cantonment Cats.
I think Torrance and the rest saw her too. But what shocked all of us was that she was holding a camcorder in her hand and filming our routines. Torrance's smile had faded slightly, and Courtney had her famous what-a- bitch look. Missy's face darkened like a thundercloud. Then Torrance said to us, but not too loud so the audience would hear, "Heck, if she's filming our routine we'd better look good!"
So we flashed our beautiful smiles right at the girl, who had the cheek to smile back at us! Courtney, unable to bear it any longer, jumped down from Jan's shoulders and stomped over to the girl. The music and cheering stopped as everybody craned their necks to look. Courtney snatched the camcorder out of the surprised girl's hands.
"So…Cat girl. Think it's funny that you can copy our routines huh?" she asked, while whipping the tape out in one swift motion. The girl had paled visibly. Courtney flung the tape on the ground, causing it to crack and break.
"Well, there goes. Next time, do your own routines. No way you can go to next year's Nationals with OUR routine," she added, her sharp voice echoing through the auditorium. The audience began to murmur, then the murmur became a loud jeer. The poor girl muttered an apology and fled the auditorium.
"So guys, what do you think? Let's bring it on!" Courtney yelled to the crowd. We burst into screams and cheers.
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"This is my brother Fergus," Fiona waved her arm at Fergus. Torrance, Missy, Courtney, Kasey, Darcy and Carver checked him out and smiled warmly.
"Hi Fergus, I'm Torrance Shipman and I'm the captain of the Toros!"
"Yo it's Missy Pantone, great to see you."
"Hi! I'm Big Bad Carver!"
The girls swarmed over him, and Fergus blushed, unaccustomed to so many cheerleaders surrounding him. I stood at a distance, watching them, while an unfamiliar feeling crept into my heart.
Jealousy?
I realized that I felt a sour twinge as I watched the Toros together with Fergus. But then I told myself, Fergus is a dork. Why should I be jealous over him? Cheerleaders don't go with geeks.
"Why didn't you tell me how hot Fergus was?" Courtney whispered to me. I snorted. Fergus, hot? I mean, what kind of cheerleader would go for a guy with thick glasses and a mouthful of silver?
Fergus suddenly turned towards me and gave me an uncomfortable look. I guess he isn't used to having cheerleaders surround him. I gave him a small, reassuring smile.
Why did I smile at all?
Chapter Nine
Bring It On: Whitney
"Have I ever told you how cute you girls look in those uniforms?" Fergus commented as he drove us over to school. I snorted, a rather unladylike sound. Fiona was pulling the midriff top lower to cover her bare tummy and Jamie was literally shooting sparks of joy in being able to finally wear the Toros uniform.
"I feel drafty," Fiona groaned as she wrapped her arms around her waist. She leaned her head against the car window and began reciting to no one in particular, "I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot…"
"Jamie do you remember the routine? You'd be taking Kasey's place since you're the youngest and lightest now," I turned to Jamie, who was still admiring the miniskirt.
"Uh-huh. You've practically drilled me everyday, how could I forget?" she said, still tracing the letters RCH on her top. Fergus threw a cardigan at Fiona, who was still going on and on with the cheers plastered in her mind. A beat-up Mustang drew up side by side with Dad's Benz.
"Whitney! Jamie!" Torrance yelled from the passenger seat. Missy was lying in the backseat on a heap of red and black pompoms. Cliff was driving and the car was blasting some weird punk-rock song about someone dancing on the bed. We waved wildly at each other.
A red convertible appeared behind us with its top down. Courtney, Kasey and Darcy were shouting our cheers in the backseat while Jan and Les sat in front. It was a happy party as we drove into the school car park where Rancho Carne students were milling about, screaming as we made our entrance.
"Go Toros! Go Toros!" they chanted as we got out of our cars and ran into the auditorium waving our pompoms. Missy executed a couple of amazing flips in the air, making the crowd go wild.
I surveyed the audience as they sat on the bleachers. There's Big Red and Aaron! And who's that with them? Fergus! I remembered that Fergus is studying at L.A. State University with them. He was looking at Fiona jumping around and shouting while vainly trying to cover her exposed tummy with an amused expression. Then he turned and our eyes met. I gave him a small smile and he flashed a thumbs-up sign.
"Ready girls?" Torrance yelled, smiling her best cheer smile. Fiona gave me a pained expression. For dance routines she wasn't spared, but Torrance was kind enough to give her simple stunts. Courtney gave her a friendly shove towards her position as we all took our places at the ends of the auditorium.
The music started, its up-beat and catchy tempo had us shaking our bodies in sync as we did our flips and round-offs. The crowd went wild as we displayed stunts, pyramids and splits. Then I saw her.
She was a black-haired Hispanic girl whom we recognized as the captain of another cheer team, the Cantonment Cats.
I think Torrance and the rest saw her too. But what shocked all of us was that she was holding a camcorder in her hand and filming our routines. Torrance's smile had faded slightly, and Courtney had her famous what-a- bitch look. Missy's face darkened like a thundercloud. Then Torrance said to us, but not too loud so the audience would hear, "Heck, if she's filming our routine we'd better look good!"
So we flashed our beautiful smiles right at the girl, who had the cheek to smile back at us! Courtney, unable to bear it any longer, jumped down from Jan's shoulders and stomped over to the girl. The music and cheering stopped as everybody craned their necks to look. Courtney snatched the camcorder out of the surprised girl's hands.
"So…Cat girl. Think it's funny that you can copy our routines huh?" she asked, while whipping the tape out in one swift motion. The girl had paled visibly. Courtney flung the tape on the ground, causing it to crack and break.
"Well, there goes. Next time, do your own routines. No way you can go to next year's Nationals with OUR routine," she added, her sharp voice echoing through the auditorium. The audience began to murmur, then the murmur became a loud jeer. The poor girl muttered an apology and fled the auditorium.
"So guys, what do you think? Let's bring it on!" Courtney yelled to the crowd. We burst into screams and cheers.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"This is my brother Fergus," Fiona waved her arm at Fergus. Torrance, Missy, Courtney, Kasey, Darcy and Carver checked him out and smiled warmly.
"Hi Fergus, I'm Torrance Shipman and I'm the captain of the Toros!"
"Yo it's Missy Pantone, great to see you."
"Hi! I'm Big Bad Carver!"
The girls swarmed over him, and Fergus blushed, unaccustomed to so many cheerleaders surrounding him. I stood at a distance, watching them, while an unfamiliar feeling crept into my heart.
Jealousy?
I realized that I felt a sour twinge as I watched the Toros together with Fergus. But then I told myself, Fergus is a dork. Why should I be jealous over him? Cheerleaders don't go with geeks.
"Why didn't you tell me how hot Fergus was?" Courtney whispered to me. I snorted. Fergus, hot? I mean, what kind of cheerleader would go for a guy with thick glasses and a mouthful of silver?
Fergus suddenly turned towards me and gave me an uncomfortable look. I guess he isn't used to having cheerleaders surround him. I gave him a small, reassuring smile.
Why did I smile at all?