CHAPTER FIVE: NO THANKS
Standing on the sidelines does Oswald Cooper watch as her sister absolutely nail the routine that she and Veronica prepped for the try outs.
The cheer wasn't much, but it should've been enough considering it was the same more then fifty percent of the River Vixen's used to get on the squad.
As they finished she kept her gaze on her former captain, Cheryl Blossom. The red-head didn't seem satisfied with the performance.
"Hmm. Ladies, where's the heat? Where's the sizzle?" Cheryl demands.
"Well, you haven't seen our big finish yet." Veronica exclaims. Ozzie frowns at the raven-heads words as she moves toward her sister. Ozzie doesn't know what she says but the next thing she knows the two are kissing.
The former Vixen shakes her head knowing Veronica wasn't going to be satisfied in the slightest, and she was proven correct her again.
"Check your sell-by date, ladies, faux lesbian kissing hasn't been taboo since 1994. So let's see if you do better with the interview portion of our audition." She leans forward. "Betty, how's your sister doing?"
The former Vixen walks out of the shadows and walks onto the court, by her sister.
"Um-"
"Polly's fine, thanks for asking." Ozzie cuts in.
"Veronica, has Betty and Ozzie told you about their sister yet?" Cheryl asks. Her face becoming sour, words laced with hate.
"Uh, no." Veronica says.
"Go ahead, girls. Tell Veronica about your sister and my dear brother." Cheryl pushes.
"Polly and Jason dated." Betty says. Cheryl scoffs.
"I wouldn't say "dated"."
"It didn't end well." Ozzie says getting angrier by the minute.
"In fact, Jason's probably why your sister had a nervous breakdown and now lives in a group home, isn't it?" Cheryl asks.
"That's what our parents think." Ozzie says, putting fuel to the already burning inferno.
"What do you have to say about that, girls? Go ahead, the floor is yours. Whatever you've been dying to spew about Jason and how he treated Polly, unleash it. Destroy me. Tear me a new one. Rip me to shreds. Annihilate me."
"I just..." Betty trails off.
"Finally." Cheryl says.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened to Jason. I can't even imagine what you and your family must be going through." Cheryl doesn't even look at Betty. Her eyes set on her sister.
"Right." She whispers.
"Ozzie, Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty, better luck next time."
"Wait, what? Why? Because you couldn't bully Betty into being a bitch?" Veronica demands.
"I need girls with fire on my squad." Cheryl answers.
"I know what you need, Cheryl, because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You're rich, so you've never been held accountable, but I'm living proof. That certainty, that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown? It won't last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or... Maybe that reckoning is now. And maybe, that reckoning... Is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherrybombshell, my specialty's ice."
Cheryl inhales sharply and turns her gaze to Ozzie.
"Oz-"
"Thanks for the spot Cheryl, but I'm done with cheerleading. Forever."