Chapter 12: Nervous
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Classes passed by real slow, incredibly slower than before. Or I bet, it was just me who suddenly got a change of focus all of the sudden? Come to think of it, I never had had a time in my life before where I ever felt schooling and long lecture hours as a pain in the a*s.
I never rush the hours. I mean I never had had wished studying to be over before, not until now. Not until this day that I have a prior plan for the afternoon unlike a plain library stuff routine before.
I couldn’t hide the excitement I had over the club screening on the gymnasium where the cheerleading inspectators will be gathered as the final panel of judges. Though, I cannot also hide the nervousness I have.
This was actually my first time trying out for some club, aside from librarianship. It also came as a shock unto me that it was one of the greatest club in Montreal that I was actually aspiring to. Cheerleaders were quite famous and well-talk off with their polished skills and great coordination and most importantly, according to my research hmmm...yeah, unparalleled beauty.
It explains why a lot of men where supportive and willing at giving a hand on this club, making them more of hated than loved by most women. If I’ll managed to pull this off successfully, I can be one of them.
Madame G would be utterly dumbfounded on my small achievement. It would serve her a good lesson of not crushing down someone’s hope without giving them the chance to shine. She had been great as a librarian head, only her lack of empathy to encourage her underlying that was lacking. She was a high caliber woman, I just don’t know why she keeps us caged on her small world of book all these years without convincing us to explore other options as well.
“Heaven to Lalisa, hello?” I heard Bella’s girly voice on my side as if trying to engage a real conversation with me, Jeez! Did I just spaced out again just now? The last time I did, I unconsciously said things that shouldn’t have in front of my grandma. It was a relief by that time because it was just my lola. How about now? It was someone at my age.
The only choice I have was to cling on pure chance of luck that I didn’t say anything embarrassing this time.
“Hmmm...” I hummed back in response, acting all normal and cool. Basing on Bella’s look, she doesn’t seem to heard anything weird coming from me. I am safe. I couldn’t help but to sigh in relief.
“Are you nervous?” She asked as we were walking down the stairs into the open field, where we will walk hundred more meters distance before reaching the gym’s main entrance.
I nod. “I am,” I honestly admitted. “This was actually the first time I will be trying out for cheerleader,” I added. Bella just look straight ahead the path. She doesn’t seem nervous at all. Her stride was normal. Her legs were stable. Not shaking. And as for her overall posture characterized by a chin slightly tilted up and a composed breast out and stomach in, she was all but confident and at ease as if she was used to this pressure.
“Don’t worry. For starter, you aren’t bad. More practice, and you’ll cope up. That’s the purpose of clubs, right? To train their members to be better and be useful for the club and the school as well,” she explained.
“You’re right,” I agreed.
After what seems to be an eternity, we finally had arrived at our desired destination. The Gymnasium.. There we saw hoard of girls already clad in their try out cheerleading outfits, holding red pompoms on their hands. Some were rehearsing and others were simply slacking off to save energy until the official club members arrived and officially start.
“Come on, let’s also change into our cute cheerleading outfits,” Bella excitedly acclaimed and drag me as to where few girls where coming from That must be the comfort room s***h changing room as well. It was a good thing Bella had cheerleader’s outfit and spared me one, saving me from spending more my allowance.
Besides, when we get in the club, we will be issued new sets of uniforms. And as I heard it from Shamcey, Montreal had at least three closely related uniform designs that will be given freely. As for the spare one, it will be straight out from the pocket.
Looking at the mirror, I couldn’t have the hang of it. I was wearing a super short short skirt, I mean technically mini skirts with plights expanding outward into its hem. Fortunately enough, my upper garment was more decent than that of Bella’s crop top. Mine was a straight up V-neck sleeveless top.
“Are you sure about our hairs?” I hesitantly asked her. You guess it. Our hair was placed into two sets of ponytail on both sides. Pig tail...was what it called. Isn’t this quite hmmm… childish for girls likes us.
Instead of hearing me out, Bella just pat me on my shoulder. “I get it, Lalisa. You have a long way to go ahead of you...” What? I am not slow to get what she meant. It seems like she just had had a quick background check about me and learned about my five years poor social life. If we can still call it ‘social’ anyway.
She was looking at me with a deep rooted smug smile. “But don’t worry, I will gladly help you through it all,” she explained and winked. If only I am a tomboy, I would definitely fall on her oozing cuteness. Bella’s best asset was her beautiful smile characterized with visible dimples on both sides.
Just as I though we were finished here, she halted and look over her shoulder again to look at my direction. “And before I could ever forgot to tell you, pig’s tails hair style was a real trend on cheerleaders.
We got out and joined the rest of the aspirants on the bleachers. Some of the current member of the cheerleading club had arrived, but I couldn’t spot their captain among them. Shamcey might be doing some important stuff herself, I guess.
I don’t know but, I suddenly felt the uneasy atmosphere since the arrival of the current Cheer squad. What was this all about? I mean, was it just me or they were actually shooting me malicious looks.
The big question is why?
Why would they?
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