Accidentally Yours

CHAPTER TEN

7:41pm

According to the weather channel, it is going to be really chilly tonight. This means that we have to wear a white long sleeve turtleneck underneath our royal blue cheerleading tops. Our school’s logo is printed across the front of our uniform tops in white. Our skirts are royal blue as well, the detailing being in white. All of us have long white socks and white cheer shoes which is good because none of us have to go out and buy a new pair. To say that I was jumping up and down with excitement when I first saw myself in the full cheerleading uniform would be an understatement—I was practically jumping off of the walls. I do not think that it fully hit me that I was a cheerleader until I saw myself in the uniform. To put it plain and simple, I never want to take this uniform off. They are going to have to pry it off of my cold, dead body.

“Can I use your hair curler?” I ask as I finish applying mascara to my lashes.

“Go for it, babe—What’s mine is yours.” the blonde responds from beside me.

While Emma finishes curling her ponytail I decide to double check that my hair tie is secure. Declaring that it is secure, I pin the matching royal blue ribbon over the hair tie. The moment that Emma finishes with the curling iron, I begin to curl my own hair. I end up curling it into large spiral curls.

“When you finish, we totally need to take pictures before we leave.” Emma says from her bedroom.

“Totally.”

Nine minutes and nine hundred photos later, Emma and I finally arrive at the school. I will admit that we struggled a bit to find parking due to people showing up ten minutes early. Anyways, it is a miracle that Emma is able to find a parking spot near the football field. When we park, she kills the engine to her car and unbuckles her seatbelt. I follow her lead and unbuckle my seatbelt as well. I remain in my seat when I see the blonde retrieve a tube of cherry-tinted lip gloss from her monogrammed cheerleading bag. She twists the cap off the tube and sits straight in her seat. Her eyes meet her lips in the rearview mirror and she begins to apply a thick layer of the gloss onto her lips.

I laugh, “Are you seriously applying lip gloss right now?”

The blonde smirks, turning to face me, “Want some?” she offers, holding out the red tube in my direction. I hesitate for a moment before accepting the tube from her outstretched hand.

I have to lean half of my body over the center console in order to see through the rearview mirror. Emma’s eyes watch me closely as I bring the tube of lip gloss up to my lips. I apply a thin layer of the gloss onto my lips. When I am finished applying said gloss, I hand the tube back to Emma. I gently rub my lips together in order to evenly disperse the tinted gloss.

“Ready?” she asks whilst putting the lip gloss back inside of her duffle bag.

“So ready.”

Emma and I exit the black car simultaneously. We each open the doors to the backseat and grab our cheerleading bags. She waits until I walk around the car to lock it. As I approach her I notice that her eyes drift down towards my large duffel bag. An unmasked look of disgust making its way across her face.

“How, um—How long have you had that bag?” she asks, meeting my gaze.

I glance down at said bag and shrug my shoulders, “I don't know.” I answer honestly. “Maybe since middle school?”

“Awe, sweetie.” Emma makes a disapproving facial expression, “How about we go shopping on Monday?” The blonde links her arm with mine and walks us in the direction of the entrance.

The captain of the cheerleading squad, and the most popular girl in school, just invited me to go shopping with her after school—Me of all people! Oh my god, somebody pinch me! This is the best school year by far! The only thing that could make it better is if I officially become one of the popular kids. I am one hundred percent certain that my head would explode if that happened.

“Totally!” I answer enthusiastically.

“We're going to have so much fun!” she effortlessly matches my excitement. The blonde continues to talk as we enter through the gate to the school. From my understanding, they only open this gate when there is a football game. They do this so that they can put the tollbooth near it since I assume that it would be hard to put it in front of the school doors. I presume that this also eliminates the risk of people trying to sneak into the game without paying.“Oh my god, we should totally get our nails done as well.” she suggests.

I furrow my eyebrows, “We can’t get our nails done during the cheer season.”

“And why not?” She places her duffel bag down on the small patch of grass in front of the metal gate. This gate separates us and the fake grass from the football field.

I do the same, speaking as I do so, “Uh, hello?! You'll end up breaking a nail.”

“Uh, hello?! We can just get short nails.” She mocks my voice.

I roll my eyes at her, the two of us laughing at our humor. My laughter ceases when I see Emma make her way over towards the large foam mat that we were practicing on earlier today. The mat in question is rolled up into a large roll.

“Why are we out here anyways? Shouldn’t we be in the locker room.” I ask as I make my way over towards the blonde-haired girl.

“Technically, we're kind of late—which isn’t a good look for you.” she informs me. “However, if we say that we were setting up then you won’t be in too much trouble.” she begins to move the large foam roll. I move to help her, not wanting her to hurt herself. The two of us carry the foam mat to the area that it was in during practice.

‘f**k, this thing is so much heavier than it looks.’

I ask, “But wouldn’t that be lying.”

“It's not lying if we’re actually doing it.” Emma sighs out, rolling her eyes. She suddenly drops her end of the mat to the ground.

This scares me and I jump back at the last second in order to dodge it. Thankfully, the large foam roll misses my foot by a few inches. Emma kicks the mat so that it rolls open. We watch as the mat unravels itself. We wait until the mat is fully rolled out to straighten it.

I hear an all too familiar voice call out, “Girls!” Emma and I turn to face Coach Kelly's direction, who seems to be leading the rest of the cheerleaders out of the girls locker room. “Why are the two of you out here? I thought that you two decided not to show up.” Feeling guilty, I open my mouth to respond to her question.

Emma hurriedly rests one of her manicured hands on my forearm, “Amelia and I noticed that neither the mats or equipment were set up. So, we tried to set them up as quickly as we possibly could.” Emma lies without flinching. “I guess that we underestimated how much time it would take to set it all up.”

Coach Kelly’s angered expression relaxes, “Just hurry and go put your things in the locker room before the game starts.” she tells us. “Each of your pom-poms are on the bench.” Emma nods and makes her way over towards our bags.

“Thank you, Coach.” I smile and grab my duffle bag. Coach Kelly returns my smile as she makes her way over towards the rest of the girls on the team. “Oh my gosh, I totally owe you.” I release a breath of relief. Emma and I quickly make our way towards the gymnasium entrance.

“Obviously!” The blonde giggles, linking our arms.

I hear the announcer begin to announce the introduction of our football team just as the two of us reach the girls locker room. My eyes instantly land on four white and royal blue pom-poms that are sitting on the first bench in the small room. The crowd's screams are heard even from inside of here. I place my bag on the first bench due to it being the only bench that’s available.

‘Roll call!’ the announcer yells. ‘Jake Daniels, Number 47.’

“While we’re in here, I should probably tell you that I heard that Avery girl talking major s**t about you earlier.” Emma says.

‘Justin Yubo, Number 43.’

I furrow my eyebrows, “Really? She seemed really nice when I talked to her.”

‘Kevin Gianni, Number 07.’

Emma and I quickly grab our pom-poms and rush out of the locker room.

‘Andrew Gibbs, Number 09.’

“Yeah, she said that she would make a much better co-captain than you.” She dishes. “She also said that you have major split ends.” Emma spills.

‘Raphael Gomez, Number 23.’

Ugh, that two-faced b***h! I cannot believe that she said that about me! Especially after she was so nice to my face. The joke is on her. When I become a co-captain I am going to make her life a living hell. Avery better watch her unevenly tanned back.