I'm a Cheerleader

Chapter 3 Tryouts pt. 2

"Wish me luck," I said, opening the door.

"You need more than that," Sammie said, smirking.

"Good luck," Derrick said laughing.

I walked in and Coach Kal looked me up and down. Is he checking me out? ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"What are you doing here Vincent?" Coach Kal asked.

"I'm trying out?" I said.

"Oh really?" he said with an eyebrow up.

He told me to do all kinds of stuff. I kinda sucked at it.

"You're about as good as a ballerina." The coach said, shaking his head.

"That's a good thing right? They do work very hard and are very flexible." I said smiling nervously.

"Out," he said pointing to the door.

"Wait, please. I just-" I started to say.

"Oh I see you just want to look at the girls, the cheerleaders," he said.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"Uh sure. Get out," he said.

I groaned and moped as I walked out the door.

"Let me guess you were terrible," Sammie said when he saw me.

I glared at him. "You know what? You can just suck it." I said and his eyes widened and Derrick bust

out laughing.

"What's got you in such a mood?" Sammie asked as we walked out of the school.

"He wanted to stare at his man after school," Derrick said laughing.

"Shut up," I growled.

"You still have a chance just believe," Sammie said smacking my back.

I was about to glare at him but his smile changed my mind. "Whatever." I sighed.