~Training; Monday 4:23pm~
"Okay, and one, two, three, lift. One, two, three, legs- legs Casey, not arms. God, do it again," Susannah commanded, hitting the 'stop' button on the boom box. I glanced at Emma on my left and we both got down, stepping out of the guys' hands we were standing in and rested on the ground.
The guys and I started mucking around, Adam poking my stomach and I squealed- only for a second before noticed Susannah glaring at me. "What?" I spat, folding my arms across my chest.
"You still look like you need to lost five pounds. I suggest you hit the track after training and do a few laps." My jaw dropped and Mark protested, saying I was light as a feather. He should know, I was just standing in his hands. She scoffed and strutted past me, hitting 'play'. "Now, let's do it again."
"Come on," Adam groaned, all three of us moving to stand into position. The both of them bent down and put one hand under my thigh, the other under my foot and lifted me half into the air so I was resting just above their shoulders. Susannah counted us i and on the fourth beat I was pushed into the air, arms up and my life literally in the palms of the two guys beneath me. On the next fourth count, I rested my hand on Emma's shoulder and held my right leg up in the air.
"Casey! Legs! God, what is wrong with you?" I heard and I sighed, putting my foot back down and falling backwards into a dismount.
"I- I'm sorry Susannah-"
"Oh, for fuck's sake it's not that hard to do a simple lift," She snapped, resting her hands on her princess hips. The fucking mole.
"I've just never done it before," Casey whispered, looking at her feet.
"Well, you should have learnt how to do it by now. This isn't good enough, you're cut."
"What?!" I exclaimed, along with everyone else. We were all there to see her audition- the girl could dance and had done gymnastics for years, she just had to get used to the heights.
"If anyone disagrees with me, then you're cut as well," She sneered, daring someone to challenge her. I felt bad for Casey, I really did, but loved being on the cheer team. I wasn't going to give it up, just yet. "Good, now-"
The doors to the gymnasium banged open and everyone turned around, my frowning once I saw Matt standing tere. I jogged over to him, the both of us ignoring my "captain" yell at how it was a "closed training".
"Oh, shut up Susannah, it's Matt. What's he gonna do, steal your lame ass routine?" Another girl, Jess, said. I laughed and finally reached my boyfriend.
"We gotta go," He rushed, looking into my eyes with a serious face. "Amanda's back in hospital- she collapsed just as she got to her front door after school. Zack's freaking out," He said all in one breath. I gasped and nodded, running back to the bleachers and grabbing my bag.
"And where are you going?" Queen Whore asked, holding her arm up to stop me from moving.
"Sorry, but one of my friend's needs me and I'd rather spend time with her than you here practising crap routines and listening to your whiney ass voice complain every fucking two seconds. Get the fuck out of my way."
What? I'd had enough. Her jaw dropped and I pushed past, running to meet Matt. He tried to hide his smile as we walked towards the door. "Oh." I stopped, turning around. "And Casey should stay. She's got more skill than half of us and is definetly a better cheerleader than you will ever be." I shot Casey a wink and she smiled, nodding in thanks. With that, Matt tugged on my hand and we left, with everyone but the Bitch and her two minions cheering us on.
~In Matt's (surprisingly) clean car~
"Do you know anything yet?" I asked ihm. He changed his car into fourth as we hit the freeway and glanced over at me.
"Something to do with her meds. Or she's over working herself or something. I dunno, the doc only started talking about it when I left to get you." I nodded and bit my lip, looking out the window. I could feel Matt's eyes on me every once in a while and soon his hand entertwined with mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze. "She's gonna be okay."
~Room 376~
"She should be fine to go home tomorrow, isn't that right sweetie?" Amanda's dad told us, brushing the hair off his daughter's face. She smiled weakly, nodded and yawned.
"We should go," I muttered to Matt and he nodded, standing up as I bent over to give Amanda a hug. She squeezed my shoulder's in return and Matt took my hand, the both of us leaving Amanda, Zacky and her dad in the room alone.
"God, I feel so bad for her dad. First he loses his wife and then his daughters gets terminally ill too. I don't know what I'd do if I was in Zack's position and it was you lying in that hospital bed." I stopped him walking and frowned, giving him a quick hug. "Seriously. I wouldn't leave your side, I don't know how I'd say goodbye to you," He finished in a whisper, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand and looking at his feet.
I fought back tears and caught his glance, kissing his lips softly and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He pulled me closer, burying his face into my neck. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, kissing the skin on his collarbone.
He pulled away and kissed my forehead, taking my hand on his. "I love you."
"I love you too baby. C'mon, let's go home and see that brat of a sister you have." I slapped his chest.
"She loves you!" I protested.
I know, I suck. Sorry for the wait- Wtf is Zacky doin in the results???
He's so wigga hahahah
