Chapter 14: Cheerleading and Chipotle

I regret my decision for not going to Mexico with Scott and Stiles but I had priorities. Like cheerleading, if it doesn't make me sound shallow. So while the team wolf was in Mexico rescuing Derek and eating authentic Mexican food I am sitting at my very pregnant cheer coach's house with eleven other returning cheerleaders. She lives in craftsman two-story house in the nicer part of the neighborhood, a mathematical teacher/coach salary couldn't afford it without her lawyer baby daddy/ now fiancé. Coach Mathis is on the verge of popping out baby Taylor at any moment so she wanted to go over the agenda for the upcoming year.
"We need a cheer captain this year, any suggestions?" She asks.
Most of us looked at each other trying to decide, everyone wanted that position since freshman year. The bottom line understanding is you can't vote for yourself. I remember last year just watching the juniors and senior practically rip each other apart until Mathis declared no captain. The stress of cheer competitions, routines, and fundraisers with no captain sent her over the edge. She had to be enrolled to the nearest mental clinic for a week from a car wash fundraiser gone bad. I have never seen so much blood mixed with soapy water in my life.
"Never mind I asked," she quickly shakes her head, maybe she had a flashback as well, "Raquel is captain, congrats. Moving on."
I had to conceal my shock and excitement with a simple nod. The vultures, I mean cheerleaders watched my face for any sign of emotions. These girls are my sisters but I can feel the jealousy pouring from their pores.
"Monday I have an appointment with my doctor so you," she points her slender finger at all of us, "will be with your captain going over the basic routines."
We nod as she continues her roster of important announcements.
"Okay the mothers need to get together for the bake sale. Raquel, can your mom organize this?"
Before I could say anything, Maggie jumps in.
"Raquel doesn't have parents remember, they died years ago."
Glad to see someone remembers the lie I made about my 'parents'. Mathis gave me an apologetic glance before going through her timetable. We continued to listen to her for another hour before she dismissed us. We walked outside and hung out by our cars.
"Congratulations, Raquel," senior Summer Wilson sarcastically said as she and two other cheerleaders got inside her BMW.
Summer is just an old basic bitch that tries to intimidate people with her dad's plastic surgeon money. She tried to spread a rumor that I got a nose job but I shut it down real quick. Maggie and Cassidy rolled their eyes before giving me a more warming compliment.
"You deserved the spot, Raquel," Amber says sitting next to me on the hood of my car.
"Yeah plus you have been going to cheer camps since you first moved here. You have more moves than anyone," Maggie said sitting on the opposite side of me.
Another lie I told to keep people out of my business. I guess not everyone is opposite about it but it has been a while since a junior pronounced as cheer captain. I looked down at the binder Mathis gave me full everything from tryout sheets to physical fill out forms. She is giving me the Beacon Hills bible of cheerleading, what is with people trusting me?
I look at my iPhone to see a few text messages from Stiles asking me how my day is. A smile crawls on my face as I read looked at the little emojis he attached to the messages. Quickly I shut off my screen before the girls could see.
"Let's go to Chipotle."

A simple trip to Chipotle turn into a burrito filled lunch, a mani pedi at a nail salon then lastly a trip to the mall for some new clothes with Maggie and Cassidy. We parted ways after I dropped them home. The street lights were on as I enter my silent neighborhood. As well managed and solitary this neighborhood the view of a beat down blue jeep in my driveway has me thinking about changing locations. The gated community of protégé Meadows Creek is very private or the modern one story up on the hill with plenty of trees. All my hopes came crashing down seeing how Stiles is the sheriff's son and he will find a way to find where I live.
Just as I pull up the driver's door on the jeep opens and a hyperactive Stiles jumps out to my side of the car. His frantic knocking on my window is overwhelming enough for me to roll down my window.
"What Stiles?" My voice sounded blank.
"Where have you been? I have been calling and texting you all day but you didn't reply."
I couldn't help but stare at him as he sweats bullets over his panic. Sure I know that he texted a few times but I put my phone on silent when I had the girls in my car. I didn't want the girls to see and get into my business.
"What are you doing here," I simply ask as I grab my shopping bags.
He backed away as I got out the car locking it as I walked to my front door. He continued to follow me popping down on my couch as I sat on the versatile chair.
"You didn't answer my messages so I had to make sure you were alright," he replies.
I managed to cover my smile, he was worried.
"Cute but I am alright."
He sat up giving me a goofy smile.
"Did you call me cute," he asked.
Cute. Cute? I guess he is okay in the dorky kind of way. In a city full of jocks and overly buff guys he is something different, in a good way. He is smart, funny, loyal and decent looking.
"If that is what you want to believe," I reply casually, "we have school tomorrow if you don't mind."
His smile dropped a little as emotions run through his face. I felt a tug in my heart as I realize that he was worried. Sure I have a school full of mortal adolescents males waiting on me hand and foot but to have someone genuinely care is different. I didn't compel him to forget and I did worry that wasn't the best thing to do now maybe it was.
"But thank you, Stiles. I'm fine," I say sincerely.
He gives me a smile that I quickly returned.
"You do know I care about you right," he asks.
I can sense the meaning behind his question but I don't know how to respond.
"I know you do because we are friends," I reply.
As soon as the last word comes out of my lips I can hear his little heart break. Friendzone. His smile slides off his face as he realizes where I'm placing him. It is for his own good, I tell myself.
"Right, right," he awkwardly coughs into his hand to clear his throat, "we have school tomorrow so I will see you later."
He pretty much dashes out the living room and out the door.
I huffed as I picked up my bags and placed the clothes and shoes in my walk in closet. It was till I got dressed in a simple oversized shirt and in the bed when I realize that I have one more year of school. Junior year here I come.

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