"You have to wash sweaty jerseys and jockstraps?? On a Friday night!" Emma gasps in shock as we walk the sidewalk alongside our school. We had just arrived at school, and already I was dreading it all
"Okay, it's better if we don't talk about it," I say, cringing at the thought of it all.
"I'm sorry, this is why you should've joined the cheer team. You could get out of this kind of stuff." Emma winks.
I roll my eyes. "You know I'm terrible at any type of physical activity whatsoever. Plus, it was either wash football player's underwear or est lunch with Ms. Rodriguez for a whole week and be suffocated with her vegan breath."
Emma scrunches her face. "God, I hate that lady."
I sigh. "You're telling me."
As we entered the school, I was surrounded by plenty of students holding out thei
