Lustre’s POV
“5, 6, 7, 8, from the top!” Miss Madeline, the cheer coach called out.
We’d been on the same routine, rehearsing and trying to perfect it for about two hours now. And somehow, Olivia had managed to glare daggers at me the entire time, I mean it—every single time a dance move had made me look her way, she was already glaring at me with a wicked scowl.
I knew she hated me, but at this point, it was bordering on an obsession, and that was nothing but disgusting. Who the hell would want to be an obsession of hers? Eww.
“Okay, girls, great job, but we can definitely do better, so I'll let you all get some rest and then we’ll try again,” came the coach’s announcement mid routine.
All of us halted there and then and chorused our thanks to her because we definitely needed the bre
