Title: Bad Luck Isn't Contagious

Rating: This chapter is probably only PG, due to some language. It may be raised to PG-13 in future chapters.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them (unfortunately for me). They all belong to hardworking people involved with the movie 'Bring it On.'

Feedback: Yes please, I really want to know what everyone thinks of this so far.
Summary: This will be a Torrance/Missy story eventually…Just give it some time, and the other characters of the movie will be in here too, of course.

Author's Notes: Okay, I'm officially back. Whoo! And, as promised, the updates are also back. (Funny how that works?…Okay, maybe it's not THAT funny, but, a little bit of a chuckle? No?…Okay then, as you were.) Before the rambling ensues…Enjoy! And thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it.

"Whoa. What was that?" Les watched the two girls as they wandered back towards him. He had been saving them seats towards the front of the theatre.

"I concur," Missy was as confused, if not more confused, than Les was.

"I'm glad to see that kissing Torrance has seemed to affected your vocabulary." Les chuckled at the brunette's word choice. She frowned at him. "In a good way." She punched him in the arm to get her point across, and he laughed. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Les, I have to talk to Missy." Torrance ignored their playful banter because she had other things on her mind.

"I concur," Les echoed Missy's earlier words, and both girls this time scowled at him. "Right. I'm going. I'll go…uh, watch the movie, and you two…go ahead and sit here and talk."

"What was that?" Missy turned to face the cheerleader. She wasn't used to being the one not in control; she wasn't sure that she liked it. Actually, she knew that she didn't like it, but she wasn't sure how to make it stop, and that was her problem.

"A kiss," Torrance shrugged her shoulders, and Missy waited for another answer. "Well, it seemed like a good way to get rid of Aaron…"

"Was that all it was?" Please don't let it be all. "Was it?" The brunette hid her nervousness by playing with the armrest on the chair.

Torrance didn't reply right away. "Look, we can't."

"Can't what? Can't go to the circus because clowns scare you? Can't take on the Clovers?" Missy knew exactly what Torrance didn't think she could do, but she didn't want to hear that, not from her. "Tor, I'm not asking you to marry me…not that that's legal anyway." Missy paused for a moment, and she got what she wanted. The blonde smirked a bit at her humor. "Oh? Is that a smile that I see…"

Immediately Torrance wiped the smile from her face. She couldn't do that. No. It didn't work like that. She was supposed to have a boyfriend. Well, not the Aaron kind of boyfriend…maybe a Cliff kind of boyfriend. "Missy, I'm serious. Be serious."

"I am being serious. We can't legally get married, and clowns are nasty." Missy smiled again, trying to get Torrance to smile back at her; she didn't…well, maybe a little.

"Missy…" Torrance sighed as the previews started and the lights dimmed.

"Fine. I'll go to the circus with you if it means that much to you…" Missy was convinced that humor would get her through this talk.

"We can't date." Fine. If Missy was going to be like that, making jokes, then Torrance had no choice but to be completely serious and blunt.

"Why? Commitment issues? Too soon from your break-up?" Missy reached out for the blonde's hand, and to her surprise, Torrance let her hold it. It was more serious than anything to do with Aaron, and Missy had a good idea what was bothering the blonde cheerleader.

"You're a girl," she sighed heavily, pulling her hand away from Missy's.

"I noticed," Missy smirked.

She just didn't get it. She was playing stupid, and it was making things that much harder for Torrance. "I'm a girl too."

"You're full of surprises aren't you?" Missy feigned shock at hearing that Torrance was a girl, and this time the head cheerleader wasn't amused.

"No, Missy. You know what I mean." There was a heavy sigh, but neither girl was exactly sure who it came from. "I can't be with you. Not like that." That was that. Torrance smiled at Missy and left. Just like that. She left the movie theatre.

A few minutes later, Les wandered over to see if Missy was okay, and all she could do was shrug. She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry. She managed to tell him that she would walk home, and he should just take Torrance home, and for once, he didn't make any smart aleck comments, he just nodded and hugged his friend before driving home another. She cried.

It was after the interview on television, and after the flop of a performance that multiple teams besides them also performed, that Cliff was cozying up to Torrance again. She had just been informed that they had to come up with a brand new routine. More work, but that didn't matter at the moment. He was smiling at her, and she was smiling back, or she was trying to anyway. Her day had been shit, and maybe flirting with him would help. Well, it could help if she could stop focusing on his sister who she couldn't help but notice talking to Darcy about something, probably Sparky.

Missy turned around to see where the rest of the team was when she noticed Torrance talking to her brother. It figured. She smiled at Darcy before wandering back by them. Both girls had agreed silently that the only way that they could resist temptation was to not talk. They talked with the rest of the squad around during practice, but not in private for days. The two were no longer stretching partners. So, it shocked the blonde when she felt the brunette's breath in her ear, whispering to her before walking away just as quickly. "Is he the kind of person that you can be with?"