Cheer For Me
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bring It On characters, only the overall plot and Jake Hall. Chapter Two: HOW humiliating.
Chewing furiously at a piece of strawberry-flavored gum furiously, while I stared at the Biology notes that was given that day with utmost determination. My 'killer' Professor Morris was the manifestation of my worst nightmare. And I don't mean it in a literal sense. "I expect high- quality work, and I don't mean the type of paper you use. Everyone to be seated by 0900 hours and the only time the door opens is when I open it. Read through my notes THOUROUGHLY and you might be able to survive your first year." Seriously. What. Was. His. Problem!?
I shook my head, giving up on the complex figures and diagrams that were laid before me and headed to the kitchen for a quick supper. Considering I haven't had much time to work on my face lately, I grabbed my tube of cucumber-apriot based mask and a slice of leftover apple pie. As I walked back to my books, I stared at my phone. Should I call Cliff? Indecision was really tearing me apart. "I am so not going to touch that phone. Uh-uh, no way. Period." But I was already looking back again.
After that satisfying snack and the cool tingling feeling on my face, I felt ready for anything. Just as I was about to hit the books again, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be? Its almost 12." Shrugging, I went to open the door, thinking it was Phoebe my roommate. What happened next was later classified as the worst moment of my life.
Cliff's handsome, chiseled face greeted me. His beaming cheerful expression slowly changed into one that was quizzical, and subsequently, he was trying to stifle the gales of laughter that was sweeping over him. Then horrified realization hit me. "My face!" I yelled, slamming the door shut. I rushed to the toilet and quickly washed off the greenish-orange goo that was dominating my face, and opened the door again to meet my fate. Cliff was still outside, but clutching his sides from laughing too much. I could even see tears in his eyes as stepped in.
"For a moment I though I saw the return of the Swamp Thing.hehe.or did Halloween arrive already?" he smiled, showing his perfect white pearlies. I would have smooched him right there and then if he wasn't so irritating. "Very funny, I'm sure you din't come here to see Freddy Krudger either," I said, glaring. His features soften. "Nope, not at all. Just though I'd drop by and see how you were doing. We've not been spending enough time together. I miss you," he said. Isn't he just a teddy bear?! I jumped up and wrapped my arms round his neck. You should know the rest.
Showering my face with kisses, he suddenly stopped. "What did you put on your face? Tastes nice."
It was Orientation day. Boy, could the decorations get anymore gaudy. There was yellow and orange crepe paper wound around the whole hall, and golden streamers scattered around the holiest-of-holies; a bright yellow banner with the words "Welcome to Berkeley!". My Gosh. But never mind, back to business. I was decked out in my green teal halter-top with shimmering turquoise patterns and a black denim mini to match. Tres Chic. First impressions do matter. I was totally looking forward to the icebreaker, which was something like speed dating. Someone comes up and introduces his or herself, and voila! You've got a new friend. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the speaker finally ended his speech. Now the fun begins!
"Hi, I'm Julie Cornwell. Great top, maybe we could go out sometimes.."
"I'm Gary, and with babes like you, I don't mind turning cartwheels"
"I'm Sarah, care to join the voluntary services?"
"Brooke Daniel here, previously the captain of Rosewood High. Its gonna be a real honor working together."
Nice people, you've got to admit. But there's no one that really caught my attention. Just as I was about to turn to go and head for my dorm, I heard someone call my name. "Torrance Shipman, wait a sec!" My head automatically snapped back and the sight of what must be one of the most gorgeous guys on this planet greeted me. I swear my ears were steaming.
Juna's Note: Hi to all! I would really like to thank the people who gave me reviews for this story. You guys are amazing! This chapter is dedicated to you, hope you enjoyed it. I just wanted to know if any of you are cheerleaders, cos I'm the head cheerleader of my school, and I would really like if you guys can give me some opinions. I'll be changing my pen-name soon, and also I trying to find ppl to help me with this webpage that I'm trying to set up.
My email: groovycheerz_0609@hotmail.com
Hope to see you soon! Hugz, xoxo Juna oxox
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bring It On characters, only the overall plot and Jake Hall. Chapter Two: HOW humiliating.
Chewing furiously at a piece of strawberry-flavored gum furiously, while I stared at the Biology notes that was given that day with utmost determination. My 'killer' Professor Morris was the manifestation of my worst nightmare. And I don't mean it in a literal sense. "I expect high- quality work, and I don't mean the type of paper you use. Everyone to be seated by 0900 hours and the only time the door opens is when I open it. Read through my notes THOUROUGHLY and you might be able to survive your first year." Seriously. What. Was. His. Problem!?
I shook my head, giving up on the complex figures and diagrams that were laid before me and headed to the kitchen for a quick supper. Considering I haven't had much time to work on my face lately, I grabbed my tube of cucumber-apriot based mask and a slice of leftover apple pie. As I walked back to my books, I stared at my phone. Should I call Cliff? Indecision was really tearing me apart. "I am so not going to touch that phone. Uh-uh, no way. Period." But I was already looking back again.
After that satisfying snack and the cool tingling feeling on my face, I felt ready for anything. Just as I was about to hit the books again, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be? Its almost 12." Shrugging, I went to open the door, thinking it was Phoebe my roommate. What happened next was later classified as the worst moment of my life.
Cliff's handsome, chiseled face greeted me. His beaming cheerful expression slowly changed into one that was quizzical, and subsequently, he was trying to stifle the gales of laughter that was sweeping over him. Then horrified realization hit me. "My face!" I yelled, slamming the door shut. I rushed to the toilet and quickly washed off the greenish-orange goo that was dominating my face, and opened the door again to meet my fate. Cliff was still outside, but clutching his sides from laughing too much. I could even see tears in his eyes as stepped in.
"For a moment I though I saw the return of the Swamp Thing.hehe.or did Halloween arrive already?" he smiled, showing his perfect white pearlies. I would have smooched him right there and then if he wasn't so irritating. "Very funny, I'm sure you din't come here to see Freddy Krudger either," I said, glaring. His features soften. "Nope, not at all. Just though I'd drop by and see how you were doing. We've not been spending enough time together. I miss you," he said. Isn't he just a teddy bear?! I jumped up and wrapped my arms round his neck. You should know the rest.
Showering my face with kisses, he suddenly stopped. "What did you put on your face? Tastes nice."
It was Orientation day. Boy, could the decorations get anymore gaudy. There was yellow and orange crepe paper wound around the whole hall, and golden streamers scattered around the holiest-of-holies; a bright yellow banner with the words "Welcome to Berkeley!". My Gosh. But never mind, back to business. I was decked out in my green teal halter-top with shimmering turquoise patterns and a black denim mini to match. Tres Chic. First impressions do matter. I was totally looking forward to the icebreaker, which was something like speed dating. Someone comes up and introduces his or herself, and voila! You've got a new friend. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the speaker finally ended his speech. Now the fun begins!
"Hi, I'm Julie Cornwell. Great top, maybe we could go out sometimes.."
"I'm Gary, and with babes like you, I don't mind turning cartwheels"
"I'm Sarah, care to join the voluntary services?"
"Brooke Daniel here, previously the captain of Rosewood High. Its gonna be a real honor working together."
Nice people, you've got to admit. But there's no one that really caught my attention. Just as I was about to turn to go and head for my dorm, I heard someone call my name. "Torrance Shipman, wait a sec!" My head automatically snapped back and the sight of what must be one of the most gorgeous guys on this planet greeted me. I swear my ears were steaming.
Juna's Note: Hi to all! I would really like to thank the people who gave me reviews for this story. You guys are amazing! This chapter is dedicated to you, hope you enjoyed it. I just wanted to know if any of you are cheerleaders, cos I'm the head cheerleader of my school, and I would really like if you guys can give me some opinions. I'll be changing my pen-name soon, and also I trying to find ppl to help me with this webpage that I'm trying to set up.
My email: groovycheerz_0609@hotmail.com
Hope to see you soon! Hugz, xoxo Juna oxox