There I sat in class. All I
could think of was tryouts after school. I wasn't looking
forward to them. See, I'm not exactly the most up beat person
in the world. Do I like making me parents happy? Sure, I do. Who
wouldn't? But I don't normally go to this extent.
"Allayla... Allayla? Excuse me? Miss. Trenton?"
I jerked my head up and looked at the front of the class where Mr.
Crolls was calling my name, "Yeah? Oh, sorry," I
apologized.
"I would appreciate it if you could pay more attention to my
lesson instead of the doodles in your notebook..? That would be
wonderful," Mr. Crolls said in his annoying teacher voice.
"Sorry," I said once more.
Finally, the bell rang. As I walked out the door and started
turning the corner to walk down the hallway Tyler Daniels was
coming from the same way and was not looking, therefor, bashing
into me, making me drop all of my books and fall to the ground.
Super.
"Oh my God... I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you with
this..." he kindly helped me pick up my books as I stood up to
my feet.
"Thanks.. But it's fine.." I said quietly.
"Okay... But, really.. I am sorry. I just never look where I
walk lately... I'll be more careful next time," he said
was a small smile.
"No really... It's fine! I'm fine. Look. No marks or
anything. Just a little trip."
"Alright," Tyler said, looking at me.
I never really ever actually looked at Tyler. He was on
the football team and in my grade. But I never really got a good
look at him. He had really dark blond hair and beautiful brown
eyes... He was definitely taller then me which was a total plus.
His forearms were amazing and he most deff had a total six pack
under that grey hoodie he was wearing. No doubt in my mind.
"Well," he said, "I should probably get to
class..."
"Yeah... Me too," I started; but he was already gone.
Wait, no. I wasn't going to start liking a guy just because he
fell into me and made me drop my book in the hallway. That was so
stupid.
I would start liking a guy because we were friends and got to know
each other.
But, falling for people as easy to do as falling into
people is.
"Cheerleading tryouts are today after school in the gym at
3:30!! Be there people!! Show your school spirit!!" Jessica
Winters yelled with her friends in the little uniforms and bows and
all that jazz. Her bouncy blond hair and fake little smile made me
want to punch a wall. What if I made the team and had to listen to
her giving orders and telling me what my flaws were... I don't
know what I'd do. But it would get my mom off my back. And get
me some physical activity.
Last period of the day started in three minutes and that was art.
My favorite class.
Art was my favorite class not only because I was good at it but
because my teacher, Mrs. Brooks was super nice. And she was really
the only teacher who understood me. She understood how I felt to
not care about all the crap they taught us in school. She taught
things that were unique. And most of her students never got the
feeling put in their pieces that she was looking for. But I'm
pretty sure I did almost 99 percent of the time because whenever
she came around, she always looked proud when she went over my
work.
It felt good to know I was good at something.
An hour later, class was over and I headed over to the bathrooms to
change. I put on my black cotton shorts and my pink tank top. I
pulled my brown hair up in a black hair tie and slipped my sneakers
on and put my sandals in my bag.
This should be fun.
"Welcome girls!! Get ready to have some fun! Tryouts are going
to be a blast, like they are every year," Jessica said in a
very up beat voice that was making me wish I had brought a few
things of advil with me.
"Today, we're going to be working on simple jumps and
simple cheers. Just the basics. And pretty much just going over
what you know and what you can do. Tomorrow we'll be running
the mile and we'll be doing the weighing and working on some
more cheers. Everyone ready?! First, we're going to start by
filling out this small form... Just explaining your name, date of
birth, all the basics, yadda, yadda, yadda," Jessica
finished.
All the girls got up and walked to the table Jessica's little
minions were sitting at with waiting forms for us all to fill
out.
As everyone was writing and looking intensely at their papers, I
took some time to look around. There were a lot of girls
there today. But the thing about Dillon was that, you weren't
in the 'in crowed' unless you were on the football team or
on the cheerleading team. That was just how things went around
here. And everyone was so obsessed with popularity, that it was
hard to get in either of those worlds.
