"So uh, how's cheerleader practice going?" asked Marcus lamely.
I looked at him puzzled. He was eyeing Tiffany, a flush on his cheeks. I smirked to myself. Even though they hated each other, I could see that it was fake. He liked her! Why else would he be asking such a question? Tiffany looked stunned as she looked over at the other girls.
"It's going alright" she answered slowly "We're holding tryouts to find another girl on Friday," she said "We had one girl drop out due to other commitments."
"That's a shame" murmured Marcus.
Tiffany looked at him suspiciously, obviously wondering at his sudden interest in her extracurricular activities. I shot him a look and he blinked, looking sheepish.
"So will you be playing football at all this year?" asked Tiffany coyly, batting her eyel
