A/N: I love the feedback I'm getting for this story, especially the comments on my writing style! Makes me really happy, especially since I really do plan on becoming an author someday.

Gray symbolizes doubt, worry, and fear.

The brunette took a closer look inside the gym, seeing her old cheerleading friends sitting in a row together behind a table as they decided who they should put on the team. Girls were going in one by one, including guys.

That's one thing she liked about her school the most, they included guys on the team.

She sighed lightly though as she saw a girl they rejected walking toward the entrance doors of the gym. Giselle squeezed her physical paper in her hand tightly and looked down at the floor before looking up again as she saw the girl approach the door.

The last time she cheered was when all the bad things happened to her and just by recognizing some of the old cheerleaders, she wasn't sure if they would even let her back on the team.

God, why did she even listen to Ash in the first place? Giselle shook her head.

The girl pushed the doors open and looked at Giselle with a serious face. "Good luck, they're very judgmental," she rolled her eyes and brushed past her.

Giselle looked back slightly at the girl and then turned her head forward to look at the gym again. She inhaled a sharp breath, squeezing her physical paper once more before stepping into the gym.

Her whole body felt like it was closing with each step she took as she approached the table filled with cheerleaders. The cheerleaders suddenly became quiet when they noticed it was their old team member, some of them in shock and some of them gossiping about her. Giselle kept a straight face though, making sure to approach them with confidence.

She pursed her lips and stood in front of them.

One of the cheerleaders, Yvette, a girl she used to be friends with, spoke up. "Whores on the team are strictly forbidden."

Giselle raised her eyebrow at her and gave her a small fake smile. "How so? You slept with Frank and also um—" she looked over at one of the male cheerleaders sitting two seats down from her. "—Jose and Michael," she looked back over at Yvette, hardening her eyes slightly on her. "So if it is forbidden, how come you're on the team?"

Yvette was taken by surprised by her comment, so she remained quiet.

"That's what I thought," Giselle rolled her eyes and handed Justice, the team captain, her physical. Justice was the girl Silas cheated on her with and since then Giselle hated her ass. She used to be one of her closest friends on the team but she turned out to be a complete bitch.

Justice looked down at the paper and then back up at her, making a face. "I can't accept this."

"Why not?" Giselle furrowed her eyebrows together at the red head, Justice. "I filled out the form and everything."

"Yeah, but I don't want you on my team." Justice told her in a serious tone.

Giselle raised her eyebrow at her, now starting to become upset. "Look, I know I dropped out a long time ago, but for real give me a god damn break. You're only team captain because I left and if I would've stayed, I would've never handed you my place."

"Well, you left honey." She smiled at her. Giselle could tell that smile was so fake and she wanted to go across the table and rip her face off, but she controlled herself. "So I rule this team now. I don't want no skank like you on my team. You are a joke and you know it,"

"Bitch, you're the joke—" Giselle started, but was quickly interrupted.

"Face it Giselle, you're not good enough for the team, so you should leave now." Justice looked back down at her papers, and Giselle kept her eyes hard on her.

"Oh, fuck you Justice." Giselle spat, causing all eyes to look at her in surprise, but she honestly could care less. "You think I'm not good enough just because I've slept around?"

Silence was the only answer she received in return. Giselle shook her head. "Well, newsflash Justice, you're not so perfect either. You fucked my boyfriend, did you get forget? Pretending like you were some god damn saint." She continued, "At least I'm not a boyfriend stealer. And yeah, I may have let myself go over fucking Silas, but to be fucking honest, you and him can go the fuck to hell. You deserve each other."

"Awww. Still sad because he broke your little heart and posted all those photos of you on Instagram?" Justice laughed and shook her head. "You obviously had it coming. What dumbass sends nudes of themselves anyways? It was obviously going to end up on social media." She shook her head, still laughing.

Giselle could feel tears filling in her eyes, but she instantly blinked them back. She refused to show weakness in front of that bitch or in front of anyone in that matter. She had worked so hard to be strong and take in everything all at once, so why should she feel weak now? She could take this. She is Giselle freaking Ainsworth for crying out loud.

Giselle let out a low breath of air and quickly pulled herself together. "Real captains don't judge people based off their personal lifestyles. This is about cheerleading, not no fucking reality drama show. Nobody is perfect in this world and neither are you Justice." She said with a harsh attitude. "When I was captain, I let anyone in despite their imperfect personalities. Did you really think I cared about who they had sex with or if they had naked photos of them posted everywhere online or if they were straight or gay or if they weren't born normal?" She took a look around to see one of the girls she let on the team a while back. This girl she let on the team had down syndrome and her name was Faith. She always treated her good and with kindness, plus she was an excellent cheerleader.

Her anger grew more when she noticed Faith wasn't even at the table with the rest of the cheerleaders. "Where's Faith?" She demanded an answer, locking her eyes on Justice again.

"We let her slow ass go," Bianca, a brown haired cheerleader answered.

Giselle shook her head and looked over at the brown haired cheerleader, becoming upset at that comment. "How dare you call her slow? She isn't fucking retarded! Faith was the only girl on this god damn team that actually put in all her effort on being a cheerleader. She was a great cheerleader," she turned her eyes back on Justice. "And it really pisses me off that you let her go because she fucking has down syndrome!" Giselle shouted, her voice echoing throughout the gym.

"Sorry, but people like her don't belong on my team either." The red head mumbled, looking down at the papers again as she started scribbling down some words.

Giselle became really upset that she grabbed the paper she was signing and ripped it out of the clipboard and crumbled it up in her face, shooting a hard look on the red head. "That's okay, I don't want to be a part of your pathetic little cheerleading squad anyway. You are going to rot Justice and I can't wait for that to fucking happen." She turned her body around and began walking toward the entrance of the gym and mumbled, "Fucking pendejos."

She was so pissed off and so hurt at the same time. The simple fact that a lot has changed with the team really pissed her off. First, they won't let her on the team because of fucking Silas and then they go and throw one of her favorite team members off the team? This was just great. Giselle wished she never let Ash talk her into this bullshit.

She pushed the double doors open harshly and walked out of the gym in anger, that paper she was holding still crumbled up in her hand.

As she began walking down the hallway, she found herself getting caught up with all of the frustration that she began letting tears fall from her eyes. She was just so pissed and so hurt how her whole life had changed into a disaster. Her alcoholic mother treats her like shit, her old friends treat her like shit, the whole school thinks she's a whore, and all she gets is being treated like shit. Giselle was getting tired of it, she was getting so sick and tired of Silas ruining her life.

"Giselle,"

She felt her body being whipped around and her anger only grew more when she noticed it was Ash, the guy who even talked her into the cheerleading thing anyway. "Get the fuck away from me." She ordered.

Ash blinked, a bit taken by surprise by the her tone of voice and how she was looking at him. He noticed she had been crying, seeing tear stains on her cheeks. "What happened?"

"What the fuck do you think happened?" She glared at him, crumbling the paper she had in her hand tighter. "I went to go and try out for the damn cheerleading team, but of course they turned me down." She shook her head. "Damn you," she spat, looking at him hard again. Ash saw that tears were beginning to blur her eyes again and he was beginning to feel bad. "I am tired of you trying to be a fucking hero for my life," she continued. "I want you out of it." She threw the crumbled up piece of paper at him and took a step back. "I don't want to be your friend or anything else. So you can get the fuck out of my life!" She turned her head and began running down the hall.

Ash stood there in the hall, watching as she left.

He frowned deeply as he looked down at the crumbled up piece of paper she threw at him on the floor.

Why was she getting so mad at him for? All he wanted to do was try and help her get back on her feet. That's all he really wanted to do from the moment he met her.

I guess this is what I get for being a nice guy, Ash thought. He frowned again and began to walk to his next class.

Paul felt himself slightly growing on the inside of his pants, looking down at Dawn. She had her left leg stretching far out on top of his shoulder and it almost looked like she was doing a split on him, but for some reason it really turned him on.

Dawn continued to stretch her leg out, letting out soft noises. The soft noises she was letting out really made him hot and he wanted to throw her on top of his bed right now.

This wasn't supposed to be any sexual moment at all, since she did tell him that she wanted to stretch a bit for her dances, but he had no idea it would turn him on.

Paul groaned slightly causing her to look up at him. She furrowed her eyebrows together, noticing that he was becoming aroused, so she dropped her leg from his shoulder to the floor and kept her eyes on him. "This isn't supposed to be sexy, Paul." She told him.

Paul opened his eyes in surprise, licking his lips innocently. "I know,"

She raised her eyebrow at him and slowly looked down toward his pants, noticing that he had one serious boner. "Really, Paul?"

Paul chuckled lightly, looking down at his pants too. "I can't help it. Your leg was stretching far out on me, I kinda liked it."

"Kinda?" She kept her eyebrow raised. "Your boner tells me otherwise." She giggled lightly and stood on her tippee toes to give him a kiss on the lips.

Paul smiled as she pulled away. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," she said. He watched as she turned away and left to the bathroom.

When she left, he took a moment to look back down at his pants again and he began walking over to his bed. He was surprised with how far his dick was sticking out from his pants, but he chuckled lightly and took a seat on the bed.

He was caught by surprise when he heard Dawn's phone ringing and he looked over at his comforter, seeing her phone was caught in between the bed sheets. Curious of who it was, Paul grabbed her phone in hand and looked to see who had been calling her.

His face fell flat when he noticed it had been Ash calling her. And suddenly his whole mood changed right there.

Paul sat there, staring at the name for a little while longer before picking up the phone and placing it on his ear.

"Dawn? Hey, are you busy?" He heard the annoying basketball player say.

"Yeah, she's fucking busy. And she doesn't want to talk to you." Paul grumbled.

"Paul?" Ash sounded surprised. "Sorry, but this is really important. Can I please speak to Dawn?"

"No," he growled.

"Why not?"

"Because she's fucking busy. Now stop calling this number." With that he hung up, glaring down hard at her phone, now officially irritated.

Paul looked down at his pants again, seeing that his boner calmed down a lot now that he became upset.

"Paul, who was that?" Dawn asked, slowly stepping into the room. Paul looked over at her and saw a concerned look on her face. He kept a frustrated look on her though and then looked away, now getting up from the bed.

"Always in the fucking way…" he mumbled in anger.

She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, noticing his sudden change in behavior. She knew he was upset about something and it must have been the person that had been calling her phone. Curious, she went to grab her phone from his hand and checked to see who recently just called her. She was at a loss of words when she noticed it was Ash. So that was the person Paul was snapping at...

"Why the fuck is he calling and why do you even have his number?" Paul demanded.

Dawn stared at him, confused with his sudden outburst. She didn't understand why Paul hated him so much. She began to get upset at this. "He's my best friend, Paul." She said, answering his question.

"Well, I don't want you guys being friends anymore."

Dawn blinked, now becoming very angry. "What?" she let the word draw out, surprised to hear him say those words. "You can't make me stop being his friend, Paul, we've been friends for years."

"I can't handle you guys being fucking friends." He said in disgust. "I don't know if you realize this, but every time you're around him, I feel like your emotions are more real towards him and it really pisses me the fuck off—"

"Seriously? You still think I have feelings for him? Come on now," She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I'm dating you! Not him! I've been with you for a long time! I'm crazy in love with you! I've fucking slept with you!"

"That doesn't prove shit." He snapped. "You wish it were him, instead of me. It's always been Ash and you know it. He's always been the good guy, always did and says all the right things. He's the one that you wish you were with, not me."

"I don't care if you're not like him! I don't want you to be like him!" She argued back. "I love you just the way you are, Paul. Stop worrying about Ash because honestly this is really ridiculous! Your jealousy on him really needs to stop now—"

"I am not jealous." Paul pointed out. That's one thing that Paul would most definitely disagree on. Jealous? No way.

"Yes, you are."

Was it really that obvious?

Paul grew even more frustrated and he brushed past her. "Whatever," he groaned, now looking through his dresser.

"I'm calling him back," she mumbled, now going through her phone again. Paul began to get even more upset at this, so he turned around to look at her.

"What, so he can calm you down and make you happy?"

Dawn stared at Paul, pulling the phone down. "You know what. If you're not going to trust me, that's okay." She searched around the room and gathered her things together.

"Where are you going?" Paul demanded.

"Home," she said angrily as she continued to gather her things together.

Paul was getting so frustrated at this, he hated the simple fact that Ash even called in the first place. If it wasn't for that damn basketball player, Dawn and him would be having a good time right now instead of fighting.

He knew she was going to leave and there was nothing he can do to stop her, especially after upsetting her with this. But he couldn't help himself, Ash just keeps getting in the way.

She began to head for the door, but she turned to look at him first. Paul looked at her and froze when he saw tears falling from her eyes. "When are you ever going to trust me?" She whispered. Paul was going to answer that, but she soon walked out of his room.

A/N: Very short chapter. I was planning to write more for this, but I felt it should end here.

Um, firstly, I just want to say that this chapter leads up to the crazy things that are going to happen in the next upcoming chapters. I already wrote all the upcoming chapters, I just need to finish the last one being chapter 24. (;

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