INTRODUCTION
Shifting the curtains on either sides of the window, I let the sun’s tragic trill illuminate my room.
I breeze through the kitchen, and start raking it’s items until I find a breakfast bar which would suffice to put an end to the rumbling noises my stomach was making, temporarily.
I follow the usual routine of taking a brisk shower before dressing up for the day. I took one of my bigger bags and stuffed in my clothes which I could practice in.
Pulling into my usual parking space, I manoeuvred the car comfortably into the narrow street, while texting the girls on my way.
No way am I going to let my team slack off and let the seniors regret their decision of choosing me as the head cheerleader. Although they are no longer in the school, yet varsity news can spread like a wild fire.
I hurry towards the locker room, and chuck my bag inside. I scrunch up my nose at the unpleasant clamour of people making out.
The noise subsided into the background as the sound of my heel walloping against the floor became audible. Gushes of people could be heard even from a remote distance, but I couldn’t care less. Now I have grown accustomed to the back bitching.
“Girls!” I hollered, clapping my hands inorder to grab their attention. “Start practicing!”
Eventhough they had to obey my orders , much against their will, I will have to agree with the fact that they never objected to whatever I said or asked them to do.
“Lexis, why don’t you ask her to give us a little break?” Elika asks, clinging to his arm.
I hold back a snigger as Lexis shoots me a please-get-me-out-of-this expression.
Noticing this, Elika snorts and I resisted the urge to slap her across the face. She resents me for getting him easily, the boy that could make any girl swoon over his appearance; when he sauntered through the hallway.
Technically, every girl drooled over his smell and enticing appearance. Yes, he was the school’s bad boy.
What they failed to understand was that he was the least bit interested in girls who were ever ready to let him get into their pants.
Sure, he is tempting. But the fact that he respected every women and admired only the ones who liked being themselves is what others don’t understand.
What the school can see is that the most wanted guy is in a relationship with the girl who has the ability to make heads swerve.
However, the truth is quite contrary. They don’t know that we are far from being in a relationship. They don’t know that he was the only one apart from Lizzie who was there with me while I was going through a rough phase in life. That was the time when people used to call me the school’s ‘nerd’ .
What we had between us was only limited to flirting, although I would love to have that medal across my neck. He was my crush--he still is. Infact, he was the only one I didn’t despise. The reason being, he respects women and their feelings. Even he had undergone a transformation.
Every bad boy does.
And so does every cheerleader.
However, I don’t intend on telling them about it since, they don’t need to know about it. Neither does my group of minions.
“C’mon girls! The competition is nearing and we cannot afford to lose. Now stop procrastinating and start practicing!” I yell.
They obediently scramble up to their feet and occupy their instructed positions.
♡|CHEERLEADER VS MS GOODY TWO SHOES|♡
“I’ll be skinny dipping.” I declared zealously.
“Yeah, I heard that. But I just don’t get it. Why are you doing all this? The very first time you announced that you were dieting, I took that as an initial in your personality change. After that, you started picking on the things that never really interested you and unexpectedly started engrossing you. And now, well. What’s up with the change?” Lizzie exhaled exasperatedly as she finished bawling a round of questions contiguously.
Gaining fame in highschool has it’s own set of repercussions. If one wants to gain fame in highchool then one would have to put a fullstop to his or her old and obsolete lifestyle.
Whilst most of you might be thinking that I am a complete bitch, I would like to bring the train of thoughts running in your mind to a standstill before it starts forming a loathsome perspective.
Well, the change came as a consequence of the constant humiliations that I was put through previously. At that point of time, I rightfully considered my situation pathetic, assessing the fact that no one intended on talking to me, forget mingling.
I still remember the day I swore to bring a change in myself and prove myself to people who subjected me to repeated scrutiny due to reasons I couldn’t fathom. That was the day I got rejected by my first crush. Sad, sad day. But there’s no way I’m drooling over his features once again. His perfectly squared jawline and toned abs won’t be able to mesmerize me any longer. Wait, what am I saying?
Never mind. That’s something you will get used to- the constant rantings. Although outmoded, I guess it’s the only characteristic that I truly admire. Anyways, coming back to where I had left.
The day I got rejected by my first crush was the day I swore to bring a change about myself. That was the day I took the pledge of turning into an admirable mean girl who isn’t ready to spread her legs for any friggin’ fuckboy.
Probably that is one of the reasons my ex-crush is crushing over me at present. I cannot forget the days he used to act like a jerk - ready to sleep with any whore. Oh wait, did I mention notable?
“I demand an answer.” She deadpanned.
I took in a deep breath. “First off, I do what I wish to do and I believe no one has the right to demand an explanation from me unless I give them the right to do so. Secondly,” I pause, “how on earth can you blatantly state that I am trying to fixate an impression?”
I take in a final breath. “Last but not the least. I’m giving you the satisfaction of terming the unexpected change as a ‘software update.’ Now, did I answer your questions?” I looked up straight into her eyes, trying not to drop my gaze as I successfully managed to sugar coat the emotions surging through me.
As I finished speaking my set of words, an expression of vex crossed her face. Suddenly, her jaw slackened, eyes widened and she let out a small gasp. “You have changed Courtney.”
Thankyou for stating the obvious.
“Happy realisation.” My cheeks were hurting due to the grin that I was flashing, mostly because I was doing that unwillingly.
“May you have a happy life ahead and become the most popular bitch around here. Unfortunately, I’m not as shrewd as you. Hence, I don’t think we can be friends any longer.”
Ouch . . . That hurt. Not!
She picked up her bag and left, without even flashing a side glance.
It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. Her words initially went in a complete daze. Now that I was recalling, I guess I messed up everything pathetically.
But again, it was all her fault. No way am I going to blame myself for this. Although the famous ‘bad girl’ of North High School, I never really side tracked Lizzie. I tried my best preserving our friendship that we had successfully managed to endure since the last five years. Unfortunately, it isn’t going to be like that anymore.
She was the only one who didn’t judge me on the basis of my behaviour. Unlike others, she judges people on the basis of what they are internally. That was one of the few reasons why she became friends with me when I was a complete nobody, even though she was capable of grabbing an appreciable amount of attention from others.
You must be thinking that I’m being mean--which I am. But what you don’t know is that unlike other clichè bad girls, I never turned my back when my friends needed me - which was only Lizzie to be honest - and who stayed with me when I was the unheeded one.
When I started gaining respect from people - that was only after I brought a change about myself - I made sure to tag her along with me, no matter where I went or with whom I went. However, because of the type of the people I was mingling with, she started distancing herself from me.
Ofcourse she doesn’t know about the reason behind my transformation and neither do I intend on telling her. You see, I have trust issues. Moreover, I can’t afford months of hardwork going down the lane.
Life is afterall a gift that I don’t intend on wasting with self pity or classic ‘why me’ cries.
A/N: This is my first story here on Inkitt. Please don't forget to vote and comment if you have enjoyed reading this chapter to show your love and support.
