CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
It's Tuesday evening and there are a lot of explanations for the incredulous amount of sweat cupping under my arms right now. School has been hell-the usual one with people saying s**t to me on my face but well, I’m slowly learning to tune them out. But the reason I’m this freaked out right now, is because right behind the door before, is the cheerleading tryouts I’m cussing myself vehemently for letting my emotions and Rita’s convincing words, that had me making such a rushed decision.
“You got this. I mean whats the worst that could happen?” I whisper to myself for the umpteeth time before walking inside.
Well, the way Mia’s jaw touched the floor, seemed good enough to boost my morale. Am I some evil witch now rejoicing at the expense of others discomfort? Well, to
