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this.
    “Okay, but you have to tell me
everything!”
she says, steering me toward the parking lot. “Starting from the very, very beginning, leave nothing out.”
    And when I look at her, I see so much admiration and excitement in her eyes that it makes me feel horrible. But that doesn’t mean I confess. “Well, I was turning the corner and he just smacked right into me,” I say, gazing down at the ground as we head toward home.

 
    Three
     
    “And while we totally wish that each and every one of you could make it, the sad fact is, there’s only room for six,” Ginny says, gazing out at her audience and bestowing us with her adorable, sad kitten look, which only results in me elbowing Sloane, as I roll my eyes and laugh under my breath.
    But Sloane just sits there, doing her best to ignore me while smiling and nodding at everything Ginny says, like she’s a true believer or something.
    So I turn and gaze around the room, wondering if I’m the only one who sees through all this phony-baloney nonsense. But when I notice how they too are all caught up in the rapture of Ginny, it’s clear that I am.
    “Pay attention, this is important,” Sloane hisses, glancing at me just long enough to show some major disapproval.
    So I face back toward the front, focusing all of my attention on Heidi, Ginny, Krystal, Shelby, Tatiana, and Lori, who are not only famous for being the six hottest seniors who rule theschool, but also for making up the entire varsity cheerleading squad. Then I smile wide and nod like I mean it, trying my best to imitate Sloane, and act like I too am just another member of the recently converted. Like I too am someone who truly believes that these six girls really want nothing more in this entire world than to exalt us all to their rarified status.
    Only, the thing is, those plastic smiles that are currently plastered across their perfect photogenic faces really don’t match the cold, judgmental gleam in their eyes. And it’s almost like, if you just look and listen closely enough, you’ll actually start to wonder if maybe, what they really wish is the exact opposite.
    But it’s not like I share any of that with Sloane. Instead, I just continue to nod and smile and laugh when I know I’m supposed to, partly because I don’t want to annoy her any more than I already have, and partly because it’s good practice for when we both make the junior varsity cheerleading squad.
    Sloane and I are pretty excited about these upcoming try- outs, as we both agree it’s the ultimate shortcut, the quickest, most direct route we could think of to Table A status.
    I mean, drill team? Dog squad.
    Class president? Nice on a college application, but not exactly hot.
    But a girl in a short skirt with pom-poms? Show me the guy who can resist.
    And since Sloane has been taking dance classes practically since she took her first step, she’s like a complete natural at performing, choreography, jumping around, and stuff. And since I like to write songs and sing, I’m in charge of the lyrics. We even worked on a few potential moves over the summer, in anticipation of this exact moment. So I guess we’re both feeling pretty confident about our odds of making it.
    Besides, it’s not often that you get a second chance like this. I mean, last year, during J.V. tryouts, we were feeling so low and down on ourselves that we didn’t even go to the meeting,much less make up a cheer. But after that nasty judging scandal forced school administrators to revise the entire voting process, making it less political, and more fair (kind of like they had to do with Olympic figure skating), people who don’t normally get a fair shot at these things, people like Sloane and I, will now, under the protective umbrella of the threat of legal action, actually stand a chance.
    “So, tryouts are Monday at four. That gives you just five days to practice your cheers,” Tatiana says, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder and dazzling us