"The house has been awfully quiet since you've become a cheerleader," says Mom as we're eating supper: mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and buttery garlic green beans. "Are you too popular to talk to me? She bites into the chicken wing. "Yeah," I joke, sipping my grape juice. Mom laughs. Mom and I have been dining alone since the day she found out Dad was having an affair with his secretary. I was thirteen at the time. Dad remarried a day after he and Mom finalized the divorce. I lost all respect for him for cheating on Mom, and I wanted nothing to do with him. But Mom, having a good heart, doesn't want me to resent Dad. So, I'm under pressure every holiday to visit him and his homewrecker wife, Viola. "How are you liking being a cheerleader?" Mom goes on to ask. "Good," I say, and an awful feeling rises inside of me. I loved being a cheerleader, but I hated being told to do things that don't come with being a cheerleader. ***** I video-called Samantha as I was in my room, lyin
As I step into the locker room, resentful stares greet me."Sell out!" someone coughed, followed by chuckles.I evaded them by walking to my locker.I'm opening my locker. I realize I can't get in. With force, I'm pulling it open.A hand is placed on the locker, and I see Lucas, the captain, standing next to me.My arms form a tight fist, staring him down, showing I wasn't intimidated by him. If he wants to fight, I'll be happy to take my abusive dad's problem on him. He pulls back, and finally, my locker opens with a forceful yank. I search for my swim goggles, and I discover they have shattered into pieces.I take it up and slam the locker shut."Who did this?! Who broke my goggles?!" Angrily, I toss it on the ground.Everyone is laughing, and I'm seething with fury."Probably one of your team members flew from Canada and broke it, realizing you're a sellout," said Lucas Jester.I grab his shoulders and shove him backward to the locker, pinning him down. He's struggling to break fre
Searching through my closet, I grunt loud enough for Mom to hear downstairs."Jaylee, are you okay?!" she yells."I'm fine, Mom!" I yell back.Amber's party is one day away, and yet I've found nothing to wear."Too ugly, not good enough, also ugly," I toss all the clothes that were unappealing for the party.I stopped at a pink bodycon dress my mom bought for me five months ago. I was happy when I got it, but also suspicious as to why she decided to buy me a fitted dress when she refused to get me one at the mall when I begged. I found out later that evening that she was using the dress to bribe me to attend Dad and her homewrecker's anniversary. I roll my eyes, upset, whenever I see the dress in my closet."What are you searching for?" Mom comes into my room."Clothes, dah," I say with an eye roll."I know. What I mean is, What outfit are you looking for?""Something sexy to attend Amber's party tomorrow." I say this as I'm still searching."And at what time is her party?""8pm.""No
I'm expected to be welcomed with frosty looks, but when I enter the locker room instead, I'm greeted with a guilty stare. I evade them and head to my locker. I'm motionless when I open the locker to see brand-new swimmer's goggles and a black rectangular box inside. The goggles are the same brand as the one that was broken. I open the box. The box holds the broken pieces of the goggles my sister bought for me.I turn to see Lucas, along with everyone else, staring at me sorrily.I nod to thank him, and he returns my nod."Everyone, get outside, and let's start training," Coach Brimworth says as he enters the locker room.I take my new goggles from the locker and shut it."Are you okay?" Coach Brimworth asks when we're alone.I nod."Good," he says."Change quickly into your swim gear and let's start training," he says and walks away.*****At the end of practice, as I'm leaving the pool, Lucas extends a hand to help me. I glance at him. He gives me a welcome smile, and as I grasp his
"You've sure been in a bad mood the entire practice session," Amber says as she approaches me as I'm closing my bag.Unable to hold it in any longer, I ask, "Were you the one who told Samantha that we're unable to be friends anymore?"Amber folds her hand, then straightens her body."No, I didn't," she says soberly.I examine her for any signs that she's lying, but I see none."How long did you think your lies would backfire on you?" Amber goes on to ask.Tears engulf my eyes."She figures it out on her own when she approaches me yesterday, asking if the cheerleading meeting is over and needs to speak with you." "And I wasn't going to lie for you?" Amber says."You caused it on yourself," Amber says, walking away.Hot tears pour down.I called Samantha when I went home, but the phone call went straight to voice mail. I sent a few text messages apologizing over and over again, but it seemed she had blocked me.***At lunch break, I'm staring at Samantha as she sits with her chess team.
I sigh in frustration as I hang the clothes back on the rack in the mall. It's been almost an hour since I've been searching for hot clothes, and all of them are a big flop."This store needs better clothes," I grumble."I know, right." I overheard someone from behind.I turn to see a dyed, red-headed woman wearing skimpy jeans and the company's blouse, which she ties to advertise her belly ring. She has a badge displaying her name, Debbie."What type of clothes are you looking for?" she asks, chewing her gum."Something hot that no one else has worn yet?" I say.She jokes that it has not yet been created.I roll my eyes."Come with me," she then instructs.I follow her."What type of event are you planning on going to?" she asks."A high school party to win over a hot guy before my teammate does," I say, and I freeze in disbelief that I just blurted my business to a stranger."Well, you're not going to find it in this area," she says."Where then?" I ask."The area where the stripper
"Leave me, right here." I stopped the taxicab a few minutes away from home.As the taxicab goes off, I survey the surroundings to see if anyone is watching, and I hide my new outfit between shrubs.As I walk away, I reach for my phone, calling my aunt.She answers."My mom's going to call you in the next few minutes; please make sure to answer your phone," I say quickly."Okay," she responded."Also, remember to play along with my plan that I'll be staying at your house tonight.""No problem."The phone call ends, and I'm already at home.I stand at the door for a while before going inside to get myself in a bad mood so my plan can go smoothly.Mom's coming from the kitchen; she has a cup of her favorite tea, chamomile, as I enter.Right after giving her an angry look, I slammed the door.By the aching noise, her hand goes to the temple."I'm having a terrible headache, and I cannot deal with you right now," Mom says."I don't care. And I'm going to stay at Aunt's house tonight, since
When aunt comes into the spare room, I'm styling my hair in a sleek ponytail with a tendril. I'm already wearing the pink dress I faked I'd be wearing, as well as pink lip gloss. I planned to wear the silver eyeshadow as soon as I was away from her. "You look amazing," she says. Barefooted, I get up from the mirror. "Thanks." "Aunt, can you lend me the white heels, I love?" As if I'm going to wear them, I ask. She goes off and returns with them, and while I'm putting them on, she gives me a long lecture about not consuming alcoholic beverages at the party and not having premarital sex. I side-eyed her on premarital sex, and she giggled, ashamed. Mom lost her virginity when she married my dad, and my aunt lost her before getting married. "Just don't have sex until you're old enough," she warns. "I'm not going there to have sex," I say. "Anyway, if a guy is interested in me and I want to, we could easily do it in the bathroom stall at school or at the back of the school, just