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smiling smugly. What a jerk. He thinks he's so cute
with that messy jet black hair of his and those sapphires he has
for eyes. Most of the girls in our small town of Greenvale fall for
that, but I'm not into those kinds of crap.
    At this point Mrs. Locks was smart
enough to stop the bickering. The other students don't seem to
mind. We were always like this in every class we shared, which were
pretty much all advanced classes. Mrs. Locks calmly asked us to sit
down. She turned to the blackboard and wrote the lecture on the
smooth green surface.
    "You are so not the valedictorian this
year," I muttered as I took my seat. Andrew Alleyn turned just so I
could see him mouth these three words: you wish Sherlock.
Jerk.
    ***
    "I really can't believe you signed up
for this crap," my best friend Winona told me as we sat on a bench
located near the football field. Winona was in her usual goth
get-up. She was this
all-black-bite-anyone-who-looks-at-you-suspiciously kind of girl
and I liked her for it. I was (believe it or not) wearing a
cheerleader uniform in green and white. I had tied my burgundy red
hair in its usual ponytail.
    "I can't let that Alleyn brat get more
extracurricular credits than me. I already lost the presidency two
freaking years in a row," I replied as-a-matter-of-factly and took
a sip from my juice box, "besides, this is a great workout
opportunity."
    "You already have yoga," Winona was
saying with a mouthful of fries, "and ballet."
    "Wins," I said as-a-matter-of-factly
"that's why I've such a hot bod."
    Winona rolled her eyes in a manner that
is so Winona Richards.
    "Gotta go," I took one last sip of
juice, forced the juice box on Winona's hands and ran towards a
group of cheerleaders. I was not really nervous auditioning for the
team, but I'm not really excited either. I don't even understand
why it was socially accepted (and even encouraged) to wear silly
garb and chant around enchanted voodoo spells to make your team win
the championships.
    "You're lucky I chose to be your best
friend!" Winona shouted at me, and I abruptly stopped and looked
back. That was just Winona being herself.
    "Last time I checked, there was no
line!" I shouted back laughingly and proceeded to the direction of
the cheerleaders.
    The cheerleaders were giggling when I
approached. They were probably talking about shopping or getting
their nails done. Tara Olsen, the blond captain, noticed me and
stopped giggling. Her ladies-in-waiting stopped as well. I wondered
what spell Tara had put on them.
    "Oh my God, I totally forgot about
auditions for today," Tara said, "fine, you're in."
    I could swear my eyes were wide in
incredulity, "That's it?"
    The other cheerleaders were looking at
each other then at Tara.
    "Are you sure? I mean, she may not
handle the work," an olive-skinned cheerleader asked
Tara.
    I suppressed a laugh. Now that was what
I call comedy. "I'm sure I can handle anything."
    But it seemed like the cheerleaders
didn't hear me. They were absorbed in looking at something past
behind me. Mildly annoyed, I turned around. My annoyance turned
full-scale when I saw Andrew Alleyn running towards us. He removed
his helmet when he reached the group. His hair was wet with sweat.
Or was that water? Either way, it's gross.
    "Hey ladies," he greeted the
cheerleaders with a smile, "Sherlock," he nodded at me. It was a
nod a man gives his arch nemesis. I was just that to Andrew
Alleyn.
    Tara literally pushed me aside and put
her arms on Andrew's shoulders. Andrew inconspicuously removed
Tara's hand and turned to me, "Scavenging for much needed
extracurricular credit, Sherlock?"
    I sneered as fiercely as I could, "I'm
just looking for ways to contribute to society," and narrowed my
eyes at him, "you would never ever relate to that,
Alleyn."
    "She's one of us now, but we can drop
her off if you want," Tara told Andrew all goo-goo eyed. What?! Did
he just put a spell on her or something?
    Andrew smiled at her, "that wouldn't be
necessary."
    "Yes