need to get you a man. Have you met anyone who looks
promising, yet?”
Struggling not to burst out laughing, I
wondered how the conversation had taken such a crazy turn. “I, um
. . . well, Seth Masterson has been pretty nice to
me.”
Closing his eyes, Frankie sighed, dreamily,
before popping them back open to stare at me. “That is one
seriously hunky piece of man-flesh. You have good taste,
girlfriend. You know he’s Jett’s bestie, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he
grinned. “It’s all so dreadfully juicy. I can’t wait to see how it
all unfolds.”
The bell rang, signaling the end of class,
and everyone quickly began exiting the room.
“So I can count on seeing you there?” I
asked him.
“Definitely.”
“Then, if you know what’s good for you, put
your money on me.” Turning, I grabbed my books and stood, finding
Frankie still sitting there staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he replied with a slight shake of
his head. “Just admiring your confidence.”
I laughed. “That confidence is backed with
years of training.”
“Good luck, tonight.”
“Who will you be cheering for?” I
smiled.
“Why my girl, Kenna, of course. I don’t know
if you can fight, but you can sure put an outfit together.” He
waved his finger in a zigzag through the air over me. “Besides,
everyone knows it’s ‘hos before bros’.”
“Are you volunteering to be my ho?” I
couldn’t help my laughter.
“It’s a done deal, sweetheart. I’ve already
decided I like you.”
“Awesome. I like you, too.” I glanced at the
door. “I’ve got to go.”
“Where’s your next class? I’ll walk with
you.”
“Gym.”
“Hey, me too. It’s just two doors down. We
can run together if you want.”
I shrugged and followed him out of the room.
“Sounds good to me.”
~~~
My blood thrummed with the beat of the
music, adrenaline coursing through me as I twirled across the floor
in a series of back flips before landing in my final pose. Smiling,
I held my body strong and proud for several seconds before breaking
my stance to the sound of applause—both from the teachers, acting
as judges, and from the girls on the cheer squad. A quick glance
showed me that even Megan was clapping, although it may have been a
bit begrudgingly.
“Great job, Kenna,” Mrs. Nixon, the cheer
advisor spoke. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping outside while the
judges and the girls speak, we will call you back shortly.”
Nodding, I smiled and turned toward the
door. As soon as I stepped outside, I concentrated my energies and
dropped the privacy wall in my head. “Dad? Are you
there?”
Immediately, the security of my father’s
emotions washed over me. “I’m here. Are you ready for me to come
pick you up?”
“ I will be soon. I’m finished with my
audition. I’m just waiting for them to deliberate.”
“ How’d it go?”
“ I nailed it. If they don’t put me on,
it’s because someone doesn’t like me.”
“ Well, then, you’ll make it for sure;
because there isn’t a soul on earth that wouldn’t like
you.”
I could think of a couple. “You have to
say that. You’re my dad.”
“ It doesn’t make it any less
true.”
“ I love you.”
“ Love you too, Firecracker. So, if you do
make it, will you need to stay for practice afterward?”
“ No, they don’t have one today, since
it’s the first day of school. They wanted everyone to get all their
classes started and homework schedules figured out. It will start
up tomorrow.”
“ Sounds like a good idea. How was your
first day, by the way?”
“ It was . . .
eventful.”
His laughter filled my head. “Not what
you thought it would be?”
I shook my head and smiled. “No. I’m
pretty sure I had a very romanticized version of what it would be
like in my head. I’ll tell you about it on the way home.”
“ All right. I’ll be on my way shortly.
Good luck with your