*Riaya's POV*
The next couple of days were absolute torture. My phone had practically become an extension of my hand as I refreshed the school’s website every five minutes, desperate to see the list of names for who had made the cheerleading squad. Every time the page loaded, my stomach flipped with anticipation, only to be met with disappointment when nothing changed. No updates, no announcements—just the same blank page staring back at me.
I kept telling myself to calm down, that we had killed it at tryouts. Willow and I had been flawless, and the stunt—the backflip into the catch—had left everyone in the gym stunned. The applause had been deafening, and even Ms. Talbot had looked impressed. Still, the waiting gnawed at me, making me question everything. What if we hadn’t been as goo
