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Cheerleading Try-Outs (Lunch 12 p.m.)

Rachel Roth stood at the front of the slightly small group, arms crossed over her chest, her curvy hip jutted out to the right with a look of concentration on her face as she watched yet another girl fall flat on her butt. Truth be told, Rachel knew nothing about cheerleading. She'd stayed up late at the tower watching various cheerleading videos, it all looked easy. Truth be told, even though she'd never admit it to her friends and sisters, but she used to take gymnastics in her spare time when all the Titans thought she was holed up in her room. She'd never thought she'd ever have to use these moves for anything but dodging attacks when fighting villains.

And yet, here she stood. Miss No Chance In Hell Would I Ever Be Caught Wearing A Cheerleading Uniform getting her words fed back to her as she stood in a purple cropped T-shirt with a sticker that said 16 on the sleeve, and loose jeans watching her best friend Garfield Logan perform various tumbling's, front flips, back flips, and round off back hand springs. She was really impressed, she never knew Gar had it in him. Of course, he'd been dreading the thought of becoming a cheerleader since this morning….however his mood seemed to have lifted when he found out the cheerleaders shared a locker room….all the cheerleaders.

The judges were the Captain, Co-captain, and coach. They seemed to be enjoying the routine Gar was showing off, she'd saw the Captain, Bliss Stratford nod her pretty brunette curled head in approval to the Co-captain, Shelly Jones. The boy's tryouts were finished for the day. Rachel watched as Garfield walked up the bleachers to the middle row, a bottle of water in hand, with a hand towel draped over his shoulders.

"5. 6. 7. 8…" The coach yelled as she played Rockstar by Fefe Dobson loudly on the stereo. Five girls routines. Five nods of consideration. Rachel watched, face full of concentration. She took a deep breath and ran across the platform, cartwheel, and one front flip after another. Five front flips in a row ending with in a mid-air flip, hands not touching the ground. The coach nodded in approval as she marked something on her clipboard. She breathed in as she stomped her feet on the ground in a needle straight position, hands in the air, posing. Her long, curly, black hair whipped in front of her face. She threw her head back a second, whipping the hair out of her face. Rachel looked defiantly at the judges before putting her arms down and jogging over to the other contestants. The Co-captain and Captain wrote on their clipboards, nodding with no emotion.

Here come the splits. One, two, three, six girls down. One struggling to do the splits, barely coming an inch up off the ground.

"Put that one out of my misery." Shelly murmured as she watched the blonde struggle with no emotion on her face whatsoever.

"Be nice." Bliss said to her, shooting the black haired co-captain a look as the next contestant, a black girl (no offense to any of you reading this and no I am not a racist). Bliss looked questioningly at the girl a she clapped her hands together before jumping up in the air. "Is that an Addams apple?"

As she did the splits, one of the guys on the bleachers in front of Garfield, cupped his buddies shoulder. "Ooo, ooo."

"I don't think so." Shelly said shaking her head slightly as she looked at the girl.

Four cheerleaders showed the small group of girls a routine, in which they had to follow step-by-step. Rachel did small imitations of the routine as she studied the cheerleaders. Three cheerleaders ushered them to move up as one cheerleader stayed up front doing the routine over again. Rachel did the routine without a moment's hesitation. The coach paced slowly back and forth as she watched the girls, marking things on her clipboard with slight nods and shakes. The coach then put the group into smaller groups of five. Rachel's group was last. When they were up it was front row, Savannah, Rachel, and Heather. Back row, Lindy, and Sam. They got into position. Hands clapped to their sides. Clap. Air kick. Clap. Bow. Stomp to the left, arms moving. More complicated moves. Coaches' nod as her eyes followed Rachel's movements. Rachel spun into Savannah as the other girl changed direction. She quickly got back into formation. Coach gave a pained look as Rachel stumbled.

"Number 16," Coach called. "Relax. Count it out. You got this."

Rachel followed the routine, stumbling as the air splits came in.

"Focus." Bliss said a mischievous smirk on her face as she saw Rachel stumble. Shelly shot a worried look in Rachel's direction; she lifted an eyebrow to the girl, watching her with interest. Coach smiled slightly as she watched Rachel start to pick up the routine again. Rachel stopped the routine, watching as the other girls did a back flip. She leaned down, her hands on her knees, catching her breath. She forgot the rest of the routine. Garfield, who had been watching Rachel with awed fascination, leaned forward on the stool in anticipation, his fists tightening over each other. He put his hands in his hair, ready to tear it all out if she didn't make it, a pained look on his face.

"Number 16, just chill." Coach yelled a pained expression on her face. "Have fun. You can do it."

Rachel stood there, her hands on her knees, her body in a standing crouch position as she breathed in and out. Bliss looked at her with a smirk on her face. Shelly had her eyebrow lifted; she knew this girl could do it. She had faith in her. The other girls kept on with their routine as Rachel took in a shaky breath and stood up straight. She walked up to the front again, claiming her spot as she did a different routine. Her own personal routine.

The Coach watched with awed renewed interest. Rachel continued her routine as Shelly watched in awe; Bliss made a face and got up from her seat, walking over to the Coach. Rachel flipped over Heather as she crouched down on the ground, Garfield slowly pulled his hands out of his hair as he watched her, and he had never known Rachel to be like this. He'd never seen this side of her before, his heartbeat started to quicken as he noticed how beautifully graceful she looked. She looked lost in her own little world; like this was a thing she'd done daily. Who knows, maybe she had. All he knew was, that he might be falling in love with her all over again…..and that was a bad thing to do.

Shelly and Bliss walked up to stand next to their Coach. "When are you going to stop her? She's confusing the other girls." Bliss said casting a worried glance at the small group. Coach raised a hand in Bliss's face, never taking her away from the curly haired girl. Rachel continued doing some dance moves she'd learned from a couple of private teachers she'd had. She stood on her hands and bent her body in half, keeping her arms up perfectly.

"That is not what we do." Bliss said, giving her Coach a look of distress. Coach only stared in awe at the girl, waving off Bliss's words.

"No," She said wondering how on earth she was able to do that. "It is not."

"She's not doing the choreography." Shelly said, staring in awe at Rachel. Unfortunately, Rachel overheard this little conversation. Rachel dropped down from her little move and did a mixture of hip hop cheerleading moves, flipping once, twice, four times in front of her small group, whom all were still doing the original routine. Rachel posed at the end of the flips. The Coach let out an amazed laugh as she watched Rachel.

"Did she just do a layout step out?" Bliss murmured to no one in particular, crossing her arms in discomfort. "It took me six months to get that."

Rachel did a couple of more moves as the other girls finished the original routine. She strode over to her original spot in the middle of the front row and finished her personal routine with the last step to the original one, her breath shaky as she finished at the same time as the song. Her upper torso rising and falling in time with her breathing as cheers erupted from the bleachers and other groups behind her. Garfield smiled and shook his head, amazed.

"Fantastic ladies." The coach said smiling. "Nice work. Results will be posted at the end of the day."