I Was a Non-Blonde Cheerleader by Kieran Scott

Author:Kieran Scott [Scott, Kieran]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101663813
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2007-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

That day at lunch, I sat in the sun at the table Bethany and I had claimed the week before and waited. She had been late to homeroom, so I had yet to have a chance to apologize to her for the major infraction of the night before, and I didn’t like this sinking feeling that she was walking around out there, mad at me. Toward the end of the period, when my carrot sticks were long gone and the sun was starting to grill me like a side of salmon, a shadow fell over my book. I looked up to find Bethany hovering over me. She was wearing a pair of dark pajama pants and a black tank top.

“You’re participating in spirit week?” I asked.

“Even I can’t pass up the opportunity to wear my pj’s to school,” she replied. She didn’t sit. Not a good sign.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about last night,” I told her.

“Whatev,” she said, looking away.

“No, seriously, I’m really sorry. I swear I’ll come over tonight and we’ll work on the site. As long as we can study a little too. I’m totally screwed in geometry.”

“You swear you’re coming?” she asked.

“I swear,” I replied.

“Cool,” she said with a smile. Relief rushed through me like a cold drink on a hot day. “So who were those losers at your house? They were all kinds of defective.”

I laughed. “Most girls love my brother!”

“That guy was your brother?” She whistled low and long. “You must’ve come out of the deep end of that particular gene pool.”

“Hello? Look at your brother!” I said. “He’s totally Cro-Mag.”

“I know! I used to call him Me-Bobby-You-Jane until my mother threatened to take my computer away.”

The bell rang and we made our way inside. I felt about a million times better already. I had been stressing about nothing. Bethany wasn’t irreparably mad at me. Why did I always blow everything out of proportion in my mind? Did my brain like to stress over nothing?

“So, did you see the banner this morning?” I asked.

“Who didn’t?” Bethany said.

“Did you hear what we did to them?” I asked, eager to share last night’s prank-war exploits and put a positive spin on the whole sucky experience.

“Something about wiping out their football field with paint?” Bethany said absently. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, forcing her lips into a sideways pucker.

“Yeah, you should have seen it. We were there for, like, hours, and—”

“I’ve got to hit my locker before class,” Bethany said, stopping so suddenly, I was already five feet ahead of her. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Then she turned and disappeared into the melee of the hallway.

“Uh . . . okay!” I shouted back, though I’m sure she could no longer hear me.

I walked toward my next class, hoping I would suddenly develop the ability to make myself disappear. If anyone called on me that afternoon, I was toast. Not only hadn’t I had time to study for geometry, but all my other homework was piling up as well.

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