2.

--

A week has passed and I was on the field with David since we just finished P.E. I was gathering my things when all of a sudden I was lifted from the ground. My eyes widened in surprise and let out a scream.

"David! Ah, stop, put me down!" I shouted while trying to release from his arms. He had lifted me above his head. "Stop it! David!" I punched on his back and he dropped me. 

"There, you happy now?" He asked with a smirk. 

"You asshole," I muttered and threw grass at his face. I sat down on the grass and leaned on his shoulder, "How was tryouts?" 

"To start off, you were right, hardly anyone signed up so coach said I have a chance in the team," he said while he ripped the grass off the ground. "How was track? Did you run fast like you said you can?" he asked, but I knew he was mocking me. 

I pushed him onto the ground and rolled my eyes, "For your information, the only reason why I didn't make that stupid team was because a lot of people actually signed up for it and I didn't make the cut." 

David sat himself back up before laughing. "Mhm, it's okay you can try out for something else," he suggested. 

"Like what?" 

He looked across the field and saw some cheerleaders practicing some routines. I was looking the same direction and I gagged. "No. No, no no no, no!" 

"What?" He asked. 

"I am not going to try out for cheerleading, Ew. No. Gross," I snarled. 

"Why not? I think you would look great in a mini skirt," he teased. 

"You stupid pervert!" I threw more grass at his face and stuck my tongue out. "I'm not changing my mind." 

David shook his head to remove the grass off his face. "Oh well then. Isn't Emma on the cheer squad?" 

I nodded, "Yeah, she's team captain." 

He whistled, "Then you should sign up. I'm sure your best friend will cut some slack and let you on the team. Plus, I get to see you in mini shorts during practice." 

"If I say I'm going to try out, will you please shut up about me in a mini clothing? " 

"That's not a promise but sure," he replied before standing up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the ground. "So, you want to go get something to eat?" He asked. 

"If you're paying," I said. 

"I will, where should we go?" 

I shrugged, "How about we just walk around and whatever we see we can go?" 

"Sounds like a plan," said David as he picked up both his and my bag. 

"Aw, such a gentleman, how come you don't have a girlfriend yet?" I teased. 

"Why don't you? Oh wait, you are kind of a weirdo," he laughed. I punched him on his arm while rolling my eyes. 

"I take back about what I said about you being a gentleman," I muttered. 

He smirked, "You're a bit too late. I accepted your compliment already." 

"Whatever." 

 

==

"Hey, I heard you are trying out for cheerleading!" Emma said happily. "What made you change your mind?" 

I almost choked on my water, "Oh please, don't remind me." 

Emma frowned, "You don't want to try out?" 

"I will, it's just David told me I should sign up so I can be in a mini skirt." 

Emma let out a laugh, "Cute. You guys should just go out already!" 

I gagged, "No. Not David. He's a big pain in the ass. Plus I don't like him, and I'm sure he doesn't like me." 

Emma shrugged, "You never know..." She chuckled and took a bite on her bread. "Mhm, oh my goodness, this bread taste so good!" 

I gave her a weird look before laughing, "You and your little bread obsessions." 

"I know, I can't help it, they taste so good!" She squealed before taking another bite. She stopped chewing and her eyes widened when a certain boy walked in the cafeteria. 

"'K' Alert?" I asked. 

Emma's eyes still widened, nodded. "Total 'K' Alert; at 3 o'clock," She noted. 

I turned to face the right and saw who she was talking about. 'K' Alert was a little code thing we have when we see Kevin James. I'm not the one who likes him, it's all Emma. She had a "little" crush on him since freshman year; that was three years ago. 

"He looks so cute today with his hair all flipped to the side like that!" She giggled. 

I raised my eyebrows, "Yeah, he is so cute," I said in a boring tone. 

"I know you don't really care, but I really hope he asks me out one day," Emma closed her eyes as if she was wishing. 

"He is, don't worry," I comforted. 

"How would you know that, Bridget?" 

"'Cause, you are pretty, popular and cool cheerleader who liked him for three years. I'm pretty sure that he will." 

She smiled, "Thanks, but I doubt he will. If he even liked me, he should have asked me out by now." She frowned. 

I patted her back, "It's alright, just wait until the time comes." 

 

==

I walked into my room, tired from school. I undressed myself out of my clothes and changed into more comfortable clothing. I went back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The house was all to myself, like any other day since my parents work and I'm their only child.

I grabbed a bag of chips and a coke then sat myself in front of the TV. I was so happy it was Friday already. My body aches from all the P.E I had to do this whole week, how I can handle cheerleading tryouts?

Thanks a lot David.

I switched the TV on and listened to the music playlists channel. Hmph. I was bored. I grabbed my guitar from it's stand and strummed on it's chords. 

My life is boring.

 

==

Two weeks later. 

David and I have been really distant now due to the fact that I was a cheerleader now and he started his football season. It's sad since I don't get to see his face to entertain me anymore.

I hang out with Emma but she only talks about Kevin James.

I walked down the hallway of the school in my cheerleaders' uniform by myself. Obviously if you are wearing a fucking tight and short skirt, you tend to grab the attention of certain creeps.  

Ew. This was one reason why I didn't want to sign up in the first place. I quietly opened up my locker and I found someone's jacket inside with a note attached to it. 

It said:

I thought we made a deal that you signed up so I can see you in the skirt. Not all the boys. Wear this and cover up, you look like a slut, no offense. I care, David.

I didn't know if I should be pissed that he just called me a slut or touched since he cares about me. I grabbed the jacket out of my locker and slipped it on. It was long and big enough so I can cover up my ass.

"Thank you, David," I smiled to myself. This jacket smelt like him. Even though I was alone at that time. It felt like I wasn't.

--