Summary: Cheerleading tryouts
AN: Sorry. This is my cheerleading chapter. As a cheerleader, I couldn't help myself! Don't hit me :)
Also: Sorry this took so long to get out. School, and all. I'll try to write more as soon as possible!
THANK YOU so much to everyone whos been reviewing!!! Keep it up!
To all the B / S's out there: my story is far, far away from over!!!
( Ahem: that's a little clue there ;) ) Your time will come, believe me!!!
&, to all B/A's, they will be plenty of B/A still, for quite a while.
Keep on Reviewing!!! ... I just love reviews!
Chapter 9
Buffy wiped her brow, just knowing her skin was glistening with sweat.
I'd forgotten how hard this was, she thought.
It was the last day of cheerleading tryouts, and the demands of the coach were, to be blunt, extreme. There was a good chance that it was a sure way of getting the current cheerleaders on again, and the cream of the crop from everyone else: only those who could move well, could learn quickly, and those who had gymnastic background. Lucky for her, she had all three down pat.
She felt two pairs of eyes on her, talking in hushed voices. Buffy didn't need to turn around to know who they were.
Cordelia and one of her minions, Harmony, she guessed. The high-pitched giggle gave her away. She caught the last of their words, " --- won't make it. She's much to small. Besides, now that she's with Angel, she may have to start worrying about two instead of one..."
Buffy gritted her teeth. They were talking about her all right. The coach blew the whistle to round everyone in.
"All right! No more stretching, everyone up!" As soon as she held everyone's attention, she went on. " This is the last day of tryouts. I would like to congratulate you all on such excellent performance these past few days. But as you know, there can only be twelve girls on the squad," she stared at the twenty-or-so girls surrounding her, " so obviously some will be cut. Now," she contunued. " We are moving onto the gymnastic aspect of the tryouts. I request that you do the most challenging
that you can. If you can only do a cartwheel, do a cartwheel. If you're comfortable with a round-off front-handspring, triple back handspring tuck...go ahead."
"All right," said the coach, "Let's get started. First up is - Cordelia Chase."
The snotty cheerleader stood up and flashed a smug smile at the coach. "Thank you, Ms. Barbarino."
She readied herself on the mat, and then performed a back-handspring.
"Very good, Cordelia!" Ms. Barbarino looked down at her list. "Next up...."
The list went on for about fourteen more girls, all doing anything under a back-handspring - mostly cartwheels - until Ms. Barbarino called her name. " Buffy Summers?"
"Here," replied Buffy, as she went to take her place on the mat. She paused. "What was is that you said earlier? The really long sequence?" Ms.Barbarino looked baffled at the question. "I believe I said... round- off, front-handspring -"
" - triple backhandspring tuck, right?" The coach nodded. "Okay then."
Buffy readied herself, took a deep breath, and as she launched into the series of moves, she felt every pair of eyes on her. Including Cordelias'.
Who's small now, Buffy thought dryly.
She executed the last back-handspring and tucked, landing neatly on the mat.
She smiled at the stunned coach, as the rest of the room began to loudly applaud. Cordelia slapped Harmonys' wildly clapping arms. "Stop it," she hissed. Harmony looked perplexed.
"But she was good. Better than you, even. We should clap. Its traditional." Cordelia sighed.
Buffy just kept smiling.
*****
Angel pressed a kiss to her lips as she ran over to his car. "Hi. I take that it went well?"
She clung to his arms as she slyly replied, "Did you see Cordelia walk out in a huff?"
Angels' brow furrowed. "Yeah. I figured she was just being herself. Then again, she DID ignore me for once. Why?"
Buffy smiled brightly. "Her hate for me was nothing compared to her hate for me now," she said sweetly as she climbed into his car.
*****
Meeting Angels' family Saturday afternoon had been surprisingly easy. They were really nice people, and Spike's little brother reminded her of of Dawn a great deal. If Dawn - and Greg, Spikes' brother - wouldn't have claimed they were too old, Buffy and Spike would have set up a playdate.
Dawn would most definitely kill me, thought Buffy as she took out her homework.
Stupid geometry, she thought. Who needs this anyway. Shapes. When does anyone use shapes in real life?
"Okay. Screw this." Buffy packed away her homework. I'll do it tomorrow, she reasoned with herself. I'm just tired.
Buffy curled up onto her bed and began drifting off to sleep.
"BUFFY! PHONE!" Dawn hollered up the stairs. Buffy groaned as she reached for her cordless. "Hello?"
"Buffy Summers?" inquired a female voice.
Buffy straightened. "Yes?"
"Hi. It's Ms. Barbarino. I just called to congratulate you on making the cheerleading squad this year!" Ms. Barbarino exclaimed. Buffy felt like screamingand jumping all around the room. I made it! I made it!
Buffy realized the coach was still speaking and tried to calm herself. "... captain of the squad!"
Buffy froze. " Sorry, what was that?"
"I said, you have also been chosen as the captain of the squad. The vote was by the previous cheerleaders later this afternoon. It was unanimous after they saw your exhibition of your gymnastic skills. Well, except for one. And, she voted for herself." Cordelia. Buffy just knew it.
"Thank you, Ms. Barbarino. For everything."
"You're welcome dear. Goodbye."
"Bye." Buffy hung up the phone. She was speechless, excited, and shocked all at once.
She then called up everyone she had already met at Sunnydale High.
AN: Sorry. This is my cheerleading chapter. As a cheerleader, I couldn't help myself! Don't hit me :)
Also: Sorry this took so long to get out. School, and all. I'll try to write more as soon as possible!
THANK YOU so much to everyone whos been reviewing!!! Keep it up!
To all the B / S's out there: my story is far, far away from over!!!
( Ahem: that's a little clue there ;) ) Your time will come, believe me!!!
&, to all B/A's, they will be plenty of B/A still, for quite a while.
Keep on Reviewing!!! ... I just love reviews!
Chapter 9
Buffy wiped her brow, just knowing her skin was glistening with sweat.
I'd forgotten how hard this was, she thought.
It was the last day of cheerleading tryouts, and the demands of the coach were, to be blunt, extreme. There was a good chance that it was a sure way of getting the current cheerleaders on again, and the cream of the crop from everyone else: only those who could move well, could learn quickly, and those who had gymnastic background. Lucky for her, she had all three down pat.
She felt two pairs of eyes on her, talking in hushed voices. Buffy didn't need to turn around to know who they were.
Cordelia and one of her minions, Harmony, she guessed. The high-pitched giggle gave her away. She caught the last of their words, " --- won't make it. She's much to small. Besides, now that she's with Angel, she may have to start worrying about two instead of one..."
Buffy gritted her teeth. They were talking about her all right. The coach blew the whistle to round everyone in.
"All right! No more stretching, everyone up!" As soon as she held everyone's attention, she went on. " This is the last day of tryouts. I would like to congratulate you all on such excellent performance these past few days. But as you know, there can only be twelve girls on the squad," she stared at the twenty-or-so girls surrounding her, " so obviously some will be cut. Now," she contunued. " We are moving onto the gymnastic aspect of the tryouts. I request that you do the most challenging
that you can. If you can only do a cartwheel, do a cartwheel. If you're comfortable with a round-off front-handspring, triple back handspring tuck...go ahead."
"All right," said the coach, "Let's get started. First up is - Cordelia Chase."
The snotty cheerleader stood up and flashed a smug smile at the coach. "Thank you, Ms. Barbarino."
She readied herself on the mat, and then performed a back-handspring.
"Very good, Cordelia!" Ms. Barbarino looked down at her list. "Next up...."
The list went on for about fourteen more girls, all doing anything under a back-handspring - mostly cartwheels - until Ms. Barbarino called her name. " Buffy Summers?"
"Here," replied Buffy, as she went to take her place on the mat. She paused. "What was is that you said earlier? The really long sequence?" Ms.Barbarino looked baffled at the question. "I believe I said... round- off, front-handspring -"
" - triple backhandspring tuck, right?" The coach nodded. "Okay then."
Buffy readied herself, took a deep breath, and as she launched into the series of moves, she felt every pair of eyes on her. Including Cordelias'.
Who's small now, Buffy thought dryly.
She executed the last back-handspring and tucked, landing neatly on the mat.
She smiled at the stunned coach, as the rest of the room began to loudly applaud. Cordelia slapped Harmonys' wildly clapping arms. "Stop it," she hissed. Harmony looked perplexed.
"But she was good. Better than you, even. We should clap. Its traditional." Cordelia sighed.
Buffy just kept smiling.
*****
Angel pressed a kiss to her lips as she ran over to his car. "Hi. I take that it went well?"
She clung to his arms as she slyly replied, "Did you see Cordelia walk out in a huff?"
Angels' brow furrowed. "Yeah. I figured she was just being herself. Then again, she DID ignore me for once. Why?"
Buffy smiled brightly. "Her hate for me was nothing compared to her hate for me now," she said sweetly as she climbed into his car.
*****
Meeting Angels' family Saturday afternoon had been surprisingly easy. They were really nice people, and Spike's little brother reminded her of of Dawn a great deal. If Dawn - and Greg, Spikes' brother - wouldn't have claimed they were too old, Buffy and Spike would have set up a playdate.
Dawn would most definitely kill me, thought Buffy as she took out her homework.
Stupid geometry, she thought. Who needs this anyway. Shapes. When does anyone use shapes in real life?
"Okay. Screw this." Buffy packed away her homework. I'll do it tomorrow, she reasoned with herself. I'm just tired.
Buffy curled up onto her bed and began drifting off to sleep.
"BUFFY! PHONE!" Dawn hollered up the stairs. Buffy groaned as she reached for her cordless. "Hello?"
"Buffy Summers?" inquired a female voice.
Buffy straightened. "Yes?"
"Hi. It's Ms. Barbarino. I just called to congratulate you on making the cheerleading squad this year!" Ms. Barbarino exclaimed. Buffy felt like screamingand jumping all around the room. I made it! I made it!
Buffy realized the coach was still speaking and tried to calm herself. "... captain of the squad!"
Buffy froze. " Sorry, what was that?"
"I said, you have also been chosen as the captain of the squad. The vote was by the previous cheerleaders later this afternoon. It was unanimous after they saw your exhibition of your gymnastic skills. Well, except for one. And, she voted for herself." Cordelia. Buffy just knew it.
"Thank you, Ms. Barbarino. For everything."
"You're welcome dear. Goodbye."
"Bye." Buffy hung up the phone. She was speechless, excited, and shocked all at once.
She then called up everyone she had already met at Sunnydale High.