Kat was standing in front of her locker when she heard someone call her name. “Who was that cutie in the mustang?” asked a girl, with shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair and blue eyes. The girl wore a blue and white cheerleading uniform.
“Why do you want to know Courtney?” asked Kat, putting her sports bag inside the locker and then slamming the door.
“Okay, okay, okay, I won’t ask anymore. You know he’s such a hunk. If you don’t claim him, then I will!” smirked Courtney.
“Whatever!” shrieked Kat, getting ready to leave.
“Who was Kat riding with?” interrupted a tall, raven-haired girl startling both of them.
Courtney stared up at the girl and replied, “None of your business, Ashlie!” Ignoring Courtney, Ashlie sneered, “Well, I came over here to tell Kat how ridiculous she looks. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that outfit! After all, she looks like a pink retard.”
Kat glances over at Ashlie trying to think of something to say, while turning several shades of red. Fortunately, Courtney always knew what to say in situations just like this. After all, she was the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school. “Ex—cuse me! But, Kat’s dress is a Vera Wang original.”
The hall filled with tension as Courtney and Ashlie stared at each other. Kat held her breath, until she heard a familiar squeaky voice coming from behind her. “Hey, Kat, I see you’re wearing one of my designer dresses. It looks so good on you!”
Kat’s face was beet-red as she turned around to acknowledge her cousin, Joanie. Joanie was tall and thin with thick brown hair falling to her waist. Since it had been raining, her hair was frizzy and could use a glob of hair gel to tone it down.
“What?” grinned Ashlie. She did not have to say a word. Her eyes did it all when she rolled them looking down at Courtney and then up at Joanie. “So, Joanie, where did you buy the dress Kat’s wearing?”
Joanie was busy cleaning her thick-rimmed glasses and mumbled, “I designed it and you thought it was store bought! Wow! That’s a sweet compliment.”
“Don’t let you head swell! I wasn’t making any compliment!” stressed Ashlie. “I know a sack cloth when I see one!”
“Oh,” cried Joanie, walking away with tears in her eyes.
“Well,” sneered Ashlie, changing the subject. “I don’t think it’s fair that you get to wrestle in today’s match, while my brother has to sit out! And all because of your blood being on his shirt. He told me exactly what happened. How you always try to throw yourself at him and this time when he tried to stop your advances, your face got in the way.”
“Now, just a minute!” interrupted Kat, placing her hands on her hips.
But Ashlie continued, ignoring Kat, as she ranted on. “I wouldn’t care so much, but it’s a home game. You really shouldn’t be on the team, you know! We might just loose the game, because of YOU!”
Courtney stood between Ashlie and Kat. “Watch your mouth, Ashlie, or I’ll make sure you don’t cheer tonight or ever!”
Ashlie’s face turned livid, “You’re bluffing! You can’t stop me from cheering! You know who my father is, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” said Courtney. “And I know you know who mine is!”
“Of course,” smiled Ashlie walking away. “I do know who your father is, but you know that my father owns half this town. So, don’t even think about kicking me off the squad!”
Courtney was about to say something else, when Kat grabbed her arm, “It’s not worth it. In fact, she’s not worth it. Slim and her are pricks.”
“Yeah, and they have big noses, too,” giggled Courtney. “Well, I’ll see you at the game tonight, cheering you on.”