Cheerleading Can Be Murder (Horror High #1) by Carissa Ann Lynch Page A
Authors: Carissa Ann Lynch
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me you’ll beat them for me,” she pleaded, turning back to me and taking my hand in hers.
“I’ll do my best,” I promised.
Chapter Sixteen
The bell for fifth period was moments away, so I went to my locker to get my Spanish book. Andy was leaning against it, waiting for me. “I got to get to class,” I warned him, motioning for him to move aside so I could open my locker. The talk with Teresa had really bummed me out, and I was feeling guilty as hell.
“That’s okay. I have to get going too. I just wanted to see if…maybe you would like to hang out today after school?” Andy scratched the back of his neck nervously.
“I would love to, but I can’t. I have cheerleading practice after school.” I gave him an apologetic smile.
“How about after practice?” he suggested hopefully, unwilling to give up just yet.
I felt terrible for saying no again, but tonight was my last night before tryouts, and I needed to practice for the big day and get a good night’s rest. I told him that, trying not to feel guilty when I saw the disappointed look on his face.
“How about we hang out this weekend?” I suggested instead. He perked back up. I reached for his left hand and pulled it toward mine. Using an ink pen, I scribbled my number on the back of his hand in big, loopy numbers.
“Gotta go.” I slipped my backpack over my shoulder and took off down the hall.
I planted my butt into my seat just as the bell rang for Spanish. Thank God I wasn’t late; the last thing I needed to do was tick off Mr. Thompson again. I was already on his bad side.
Speaking of being late, I caught a glimpse of two people through the open bay window, running through the courtyard frantically. They were obviously late getting back to class. I’d recognize that unusual haircut and handsome bod anywhere. It was Amanda and Ronnie.
So, that explains why she wasn’t at lunch , I realized, rolling my eyes resentfully. If Amanda did make the cheerleading squad, I could see her getting into trouble fast with Coach Davis. Students weren’t allowed to be outside or off the premises during lunch hours.
Oh well. It’s none of my business what they do anymore , I thought with a sigh. As much as I tried not to let it bother me, I stewed on it the whole period, clenching my teeth as I imagined them together.
Chapter Seventeen
The rest of my classes flew by, and when the final bell chimed, I made my way to the gym for day four of tryouts. Sydney was standing inside the doors, leaning up against a wall padded with gym mats. Probably waiting for her new pal, Genevieve . I strolled right past her, heading to the locker room to change.
“Dakota, wait!” Sydney jogged to catch up with me. I turned to face her, defensively placing my hands on my hips.
“Look, I’m sorry. And I miss you,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. I let out a deep sigh.
“I miss you too. I don’t understand why you’ve been acting this way.” I searched her face for some sort of explanation.
“I guess I was jealous about you hanging out with Amanda. And Genevieve has been doing everything in her power to keep me by her side. She said that if I want to make the team I need to stick by her, and do all of my practicing with her,” she revealed, her face reddening in embarrassment. “I’m a nervous wreck about tryouts tomorrow, and I really need my best friend back.”
“I need you too.” I reached out and gave her a hug.
We stood there for several moments, enjoying our embrace. Thank God I finally have my friend back , I thought cheerily. However, our sweet little moment was interrupted by the sound of Coach Davis’s whistle.
“Line up for suicides, girls!”
We all groaned in unison.
We headed over to the left-hand side of the court. Genevieve was staring at Sydney, giving her the evil eye for talking to me. What a crazy bitch! I thought, shaking my head and
“I’ll do my best,” I promised.
Chapter Sixteen
The bell for fifth period was moments away, so I went to my locker to get my Spanish book. Andy was leaning against it, waiting for me. “I got to get to class,” I warned him, motioning for him to move aside so I could open my locker. The talk with Teresa had really bummed me out, and I was feeling guilty as hell.
“That’s okay. I have to get going too. I just wanted to see if…maybe you would like to hang out today after school?” Andy scratched the back of his neck nervously.
“I would love to, but I can’t. I have cheerleading practice after school.” I gave him an apologetic smile.
“How about after practice?” he suggested hopefully, unwilling to give up just yet.
I felt terrible for saying no again, but tonight was my last night before tryouts, and I needed to practice for the big day and get a good night’s rest. I told him that, trying not to feel guilty when I saw the disappointed look on his face.
“How about we hang out this weekend?” I suggested instead. He perked back up. I reached for his left hand and pulled it toward mine. Using an ink pen, I scribbled my number on the back of his hand in big, loopy numbers.
“Gotta go.” I slipped my backpack over my shoulder and took off down the hall.
I planted my butt into my seat just as the bell rang for Spanish. Thank God I wasn’t late; the last thing I needed to do was tick off Mr. Thompson again. I was already on his bad side.
Speaking of being late, I caught a glimpse of two people through the open bay window, running through the courtyard frantically. They were obviously late getting back to class. I’d recognize that unusual haircut and handsome bod anywhere. It was Amanda and Ronnie.
So, that explains why she wasn’t at lunch , I realized, rolling my eyes resentfully. If Amanda did make the cheerleading squad, I could see her getting into trouble fast with Coach Davis. Students weren’t allowed to be outside or off the premises during lunch hours.
Oh well. It’s none of my business what they do anymore , I thought with a sigh. As much as I tried not to let it bother me, I stewed on it the whole period, clenching my teeth as I imagined them together.
Chapter Seventeen
The rest of my classes flew by, and when the final bell chimed, I made my way to the gym for day four of tryouts. Sydney was standing inside the doors, leaning up against a wall padded with gym mats. Probably waiting for her new pal, Genevieve . I strolled right past her, heading to the locker room to change.
“Dakota, wait!” Sydney jogged to catch up with me. I turned to face her, defensively placing my hands on my hips.
“Look, I’m sorry. And I miss you,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. I let out a deep sigh.
“I miss you too. I don’t understand why you’ve been acting this way.” I searched her face for some sort of explanation.
“I guess I was jealous about you hanging out with Amanda. And Genevieve has been doing everything in her power to keep me by her side. She said that if I want to make the team I need to stick by her, and do all of my practicing with her,” she revealed, her face reddening in embarrassment. “I’m a nervous wreck about tryouts tomorrow, and I really need my best friend back.”
“I need you too.” I reached out and gave her a hug.
We stood there for several moments, enjoying our embrace. Thank God I finally have my friend back , I thought cheerily. However, our sweet little moment was interrupted by the sound of Coach Davis’s whistle.
“Line up for suicides, girls!”
We all groaned in unison.
We headed over to the left-hand side of the court. Genevieve was staring at Sydney, giving her the evil eye for talking to me. What a crazy bitch! I thought, shaking my head and
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