RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"OK," I say more to myself than them as I try to get my bearings together, I made up a song for this thing hoping that it'd make my chances a lot better and it is slowly coming back to me along with my routine.

I turn around, take a deep breath before putting on the best smile that I can keep, the one that I get whenever I think of Chris. Awww, Chris. I feel so much better now about it all, just making me think of him knows that everything will be OK. I turn back around with this smile on my face. I clasp my hands together and start to chant out my chant in my loudest and most preppy sounding chant I can muster.

"East and West so won't do because the South can stomp on you. You, you, yes you. We are gonna stomp on you!"

I start my routine I had worked out in my head, coupled with the other words I have made up the week before.

It's going good, pretty good, OK. I'm doing fine. YAY!

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I shake my head and hold up my hand, "I'm sorry, Becky, I just don't think you're right for the team. I mean, where's your passion?"

I look across at my girls, all of them obviously agreeing with me. Of course they are, they know what happens when they don't. Poor Kelly, she's never been the same since.

"I mean, you could always try again, maybe do some normal people cheering? Rather than that creepy emo stuff, yeah?"

I stop my cheer with a confused look on my face, I tilt my head to the side as I listen to what she is saying.

Creepy emo... what?

"Huh? How the hell is this creepy and emo? I haven't even got any music on," I inform her, pointing to the little stereo player behind me that hasn't even got a CD in it.

"And my passion?" OK, she can question my moves and my lyrics but there is no way that she can question my passion.

I march up to the table with my hands on my hips, "for your information. I wrote the words to that cheer and made up the moves myself. I spent night and day preparing for this so you can't question my passion because I have the passion."

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

"Mm, I don't see the passion." I say, shurgging, "You just don't strike me as right for the team."

I lean back in my chair and look across to my girls, "Right girls?"

They all nod, some quietly agreeing with me. I look back to Becky, the best apologetic smile I can muster on my face, "Sorry, sweetie, it's a unanimous decision. Next!"

I stare her blank in the face with anger written all over mine.

"This is all because I'm not a blonde perfect pretty fucking sweetheart, isn't it? Well, how is it you've got black people on your team? Surely if you are discriminating against me, you should be a racist too. And what about brunettes, eh? Because to me..."

I march right up to the table and plant both my hands firmly on the top.

"you are nothing but a fascist Nazi bitch, discriminating against people who don't conform to your lifestyle of sluttery. And y'know what, no one else would stand for this and I'm going to get on this squad, y'hear me? And I'm going to take your fucking, diamond crown Captain."

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

"I'm not discriminating against you. You just don't have what it takes. You're not the kind of girl that would suit our team. We have very high standards, Becky." I explain.

I look over her, "And you just don't fit them. There's nothing you can do about it. I'm head cheerleader, you can't overthrow my decision. It doens't work that way."

I just hold my gaze on her, she doesn't look phased at all, and neither do her team mates. I just chew on the inside of my mouth before sighing and pushing myself off the desk.

I don't say anything as I just walk away from table. I can hear some of them starting to talk already about how I wouldn't be cut out for the team anyway, especially after just being humiliated.

I am not going to give up. Chris wouldn't want me to give up. He'd say to stick at it, to have something to be passionate about like he is with his guitar.

I stop in my tracks at the end of the large square they have made up for the tryouts.

"Kick it Beck," I say to myself as I turn around, take a deep breath and push myself onto my hands to do a front roll, I then move into a cartwheel, and an assortment of other gymnastic moves just come to me as I make my way back to the table again, my feet barely touching the ground as I do so.

Number of posts : 920 Age : 43 Registration date : 2008-04-01

I can hear all of my girls making tiny quiet, awed noises. I'll give her credit, she's got talent. But she's not right for the team. she's far too... euw for our team.

Or is she?

Maybe I can use this against her? Maybe I should let her on the team? Then I can bring her down from inside? It'll be a total blow to our team but she won't be around long enough for it to really affect us too much.

"Okay, Becky... we'll give you chance."

I can hear the girls around me all gasping. Honestly, don't they think like me?

"But if you screw up, you will be out of here so fast!"

I make my mount on the grass near the table with a sigh and a toss of my hair.

"Thank you, and don't worry, I won't disappoint," I say with a smile to Carmen, seeing the hatred on her face and the confused look by her team mates only fuels my smile on my face.

I grin to myself but my imagination is cut short as I hear the school bell ring, signalling the end of the school day. I gasp to myself as I make my way back over to the bench, smiling at all the other girls who look somewhat happy that I got onto the team. I grab my bag from under the bench, checking I've got everything I had before before I start towards the main road, pretty quickly if you ask me.

I've got to go and tell Chris.

I can't believe I've broken yet another string. I have got to stop playing guitar after I've had an attack, I take everything out on Davey and no-one ends up safe. My poor baby. He's laid across my knee now as I start restringing him. I'm moving them up a gauge in hope I met be a let less prone to breaking them.

"Come on Davey, be nice for Daddy..."

I'm still shaken up by the attack. I've never been like that before. I even yelled at Uncle Brian on the way home for flirting with a girl in the gas station. Then again, I'm allowed he's not supposed to be with anyone else now. But I don't think he needed so many expletives.

I run down the street, holding onto my side as I get a stitch and end up laughing it off as I turn the corner. I can't believe that I got her so good. That I actually made the freaking team. I am so happy right now, that the smile on my face is permanently there like I'm some preppy smiling moron.

I am still laughing at myself as I turn down Chris's driveway, realising it only took me 5 minutes to get here because I actually ran. He probably won't be home yet, but I've got to know his Dad Z a little, maybe he's home so we can share in the insane glory that I made cheerleader.

"I made cheerleader!" I squeal to myself as I jump up and down a little on Chris's porch before ringing the doorbell.

I grin like a fool, still giggling to myself as I sing a little diddy, "I made cheerleader. I made cheerleader."

I can hear my Dad M screaming at me to get the door. Well, screaming as best he can at the moment. His voice is even more raspy than usual at the moment due to some kind of allergic reaction to some of his meds.

I put Davey aside and head down the stairs, wondering who could be calling on us so early in the afternoon. I'm amazed, I've actually managed to get down the stairs without falling over, something I seem to be doing more and more recently.

I move up to the door to see a wobbly blue shape in the frosted glass window. Becky? Surely it's too early for her to be here? And I'm really not ready to see girlfriend. My eyes are red, my skin is blotchy, my hair is all over the place, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I pull open the door and hide behind it so she can't see me, "Hi Becky, I'm dead, I'll call you later, 'kay?"

Or maybe he is home. Cool, that means I can just give him the biggest bear hug in the history of ever while my mood is still high and not used up.

Wait, he's dead... what, I saw him earlier today in school? Unless he got sent home because of something.

"But Chris I have like uber amazing news!" I say, still jumping up and down a little at the door, I try my best to poke my head through the small slot in the door he's got open.

I laugh a little at him hiding from me, as I am just too happy to think any differently about it.

"And I'm not telling you until you open this door mister," I giggle.

"But I'm all ugly and not hot, Becks, you don't want to see me like this."

But I do want to know what her amazing news is and it would be awesome to see her again. I might feel less horrible if I see her. There's only one thing for it. I grab the outer shirt I'm wearing, button it up and pull it over my head, my MCR shirt still semi-visible underneath. I hope she doesn't mock me for that, I'd just die.

I move as best I can to the other side of the door, my view greatly obscured by cotton. I'm peering through the space between my buttonholes now.

"Hiya Becky!" I say, pulling the door open, successfully smacking myself in the nose, "Ow."

"Chris, you silly boy, what are you doing?" I laugh as I walk into the hallway and gently run my finger over, what I can only assume is his nose.

"Come on, I don't care if you're not looking your best today or whatever, I'm all sweaty and gross as it is," I tell him as I take a hold of his hand in one hand and shut the door behind me with the other.

"Now come on, play along. I want to see the smile that made me get what I have wanted for so long," I say to him, well, I say to the button up shirt wrapped around his head, "please?"

I half smile below my shirt. I can't really let her talk to my shirt covered head all night, that wouldn't be fair. Besides I can't see her like this. I just see a shock of blue. I unbutton the shirt as best I can and allow it to fall back around my shoulders.

She looks even more beautiful than normal, even if she is kinda sweaty... really sweaty. The smile and the crazy exctied twinkle in her eyes just make her look even more amazing.

"Hey!" I say, still with a half smile, "Sorry I'm all gross I just... am? So, what're you so excited about? Coz you need to be this way more often, coz it's really cute."

"Awww, you don't look gross. Just a little tired," I tell him with a smile.

He doesn't look all that bad. He just doesn't look as happy as he normally does, his skin is a little more pale and his eyes are a little puffy. Almost like he's being crying. Awww, poor baby.

"Anyway, my news. Well, I have wanted to join one of the dance teams since freshman year, but I never had the guts to. So, today I tried out for cheer-leading, and although it took some persuading from me to that awful captain Stewart. I got in!" I say before jumping up and down and clapping a little.

"And it's all because of you, because thinking about you gave me the confidence to try out, and stand up to them. To prove myself so, thank you," I say with a smile as I take a hold of both of his hands.

"You made cheerleader? Because of me?" I ask, my smile coming back full force now, "Becks, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

I pull her into a massive hug, both us us laughing in sheerhappiness as I do so. I can't believe she made it in because of me. Little old useless me! It's so fuckin' awesome!

"YAY!" I call out with a laugh as I hug him close to me.

I pull away from the hug slowly so I can keep a hold of his hands and keep my eyes trained on his.

"And yeah, I was like, really fucking nervous about trying out because they were really brutal, but then I just thought of you and... it made my routine better than ever. Even if they did need some persuading to let me on. I'm on the team, and they aren't going to get rid of me," I say with a smile on my face.

"So, what are you doing home so early? Still not feeling too good?"

"Uhh, yeah, yeah I kinda had a panic attack earlier after gym and... my uncle brought me back home and... yeah, but I'm okay now, I mean, I've kinda slept it off and I'm feeling good." I explain, trying to skirt around what really happened, Becky doesn't need to know about my condition yet.

"But enough about that, this has totally made me feel better!" I say, jumping up and down a little on the spot, "And I'm dating a cheerleader... oh yeah."

I pump my fist in the air, "WOO!"

"You did? Awww, man I'm sorry, erm, you're OK now though so..."

He pretty much told me that he didn't want to talk about this anymore by getting his whole story into one whole sentence so I don't ask anymore questions about it and just wrap my arms around his neck, my hands playing with the back hem of his shirt around his collar.

"Yeah you are. And I'm the cheerleader who's dating one of the hottest guys out of all of the cheerleaders boyfriend."

I grin as I keep my eyes trained on his.

"God. I have never being so happy with myself."

"I'm not surprised. We should celebrate! With... uh... ice cream! I think we have some in the kitchen. I mean, I'd suggest going out somewhere but I've got to make sure my dad's okay, y'know?" I say, nodding towards the other room, "But we can eat ice cream and maybe just hang out here if you don't have any kind of cheerleadery stuff to do?"

I smile hopefully at her. I'm babbling a lot today, I think it's because I'm excited for her, coupled with the after effects of the attack. I hope it doesn't freak her out too much.

"But it's totally up to you coz I know the cheerleading squad practise, like, allll the time so if you don't have time or anything then... I unserstand."

"No, no it's cool. I know that this is the day that the football team get time off some Carmen's probably gone to fuck around with her football star boyfriend or something."

"Besides, I'd rather have some ice cream with you anyway. Although I am happy as a clam right now, those try outs really stressed me out," I say before nodding and letting my arms snake down from his shoulders down to my sides.

"So, how is your Dad at the moment?"

"He's good, he's yelling at me again so we're taking that as a good sign." I say, smiling, "He's just pissed off that the tattoo on his stomach has been mutilated with the scar."

I lead Becky into the kitchen as best I can without having to turn around. I want to keep looking at her, she's so beautiful when she's smiley like this. It just makes me like her even more.

"Okay, so what kind of ice cream do you want? Because we have it all, seriously. It's like some kind of rule in this house, we have to have more ice cream than actual food."

"Well, at least he's getting better, right? Just tell him that that's what really matters," I say with a smile as I know what it's like to have a sick parent, it's not nice.

"Erm, mmm, that sounds like a challenge to me," I laugh as I try to think of an odd ice cream flavour, I look up at the ceiling as I try to think of one.

"Erm, how about... Caramel flavoured?" I ask as it is one of my favourite flavours, but my Mom never gets it for me when she goes to the store because only the expensive brands have it.

I walk Chris walk over to the freezer as I take a seat on one of the breakfast bar stools, leaning my elbow on the counter top and dropping my school bag on the floor as I watch him.

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