Three Cheers for Evil

                                    

                                          
"I thought you said you wanted us to be normal," Erica said as I walked up to them.
                          
"You're doing this too?" Sarah asked in disbelief.
                          
"Why not? You know I won't bite anyone. Plus, I've been practicing," I reasoned.
                          
"Cheerleaders are not normal, Erica. They're more evil than us, and... we're vampires!" Sarah whispered the last part.
                          
"That's only because some of them think they're better than everyone else." I sighed. "I used to be teased like Erica did when I had glasses."
                          
"Sarah, you've always known that I've wanted to be a cheerleader, and that I'm really hot, I can. Besides, these girls have been telling me to bite them for years." She showed her fangs and winked.
                          
"Yeah... I don't think that's what they had in mind," Sarah stated.
                          
"Oh, come on. Who's going to miss just one? Come on, (Y/n)." Erica motioned to me.
                          
I sighed and ran up to her side. 
                          
Stephanie studied me. "You're trying out for cheerleading, (Y/n)? I'm glad. I noticed you're really flexible when we're doing the gymnastics unit." Stephanie smiled.
                          
I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Thank you, Stephanie. I'll see you after school." 
                          
Erica and I made eye contact. "We're dying your streak red after school."
                          
"No, thank you. I've been washing this thing every day now for it to come out, I'm not dying it again." I held up the faded streak of hair.
                          
"Whatever." Erica rolled her eyes, walking away.
                          
~~~
                          
"Are you coming, (Y/n)?" Sarah looked at me.
                          
"Yeah, just give me a second." I tied my hair into a high ponytail.
                          
I walked out of the locker room as I heard the boys talking. I stopped.
                          
"Dude, it's obvious you like my sister!" Benny tried to whisper.
                          
Ethan shushed him. "I do not, Benny," Ethan argued. I could tell it was a lie. I knew it was a lie.
                          
"You could tell me, E," Benny said calmly, with a small, knowing smile.
                          
"I don't like her. Besides, it would be against bro code," Ethan pointed out.
                          
"Screw bro code! I don't care if you date her, just as long as you don't hurt her feelings or anything," Benny assured him. "Now, answer honestly, do you like my sister?"
                          
Ethan sighed. "Yes, I do, okay? I've liked her for a while," Ethan admitted, making me smile.
                          
"Let's see what you've got, girls," Stephanie said, ushering us into the gym.
                          
Stephanie looked at me for a moment. "Girls, help me set up the mats," she instructed.
                          
We made a long row of mats, starting from one end of the gym to the other. "Let's test your tumbling skills. For those of you who can tumble." She examined the group. "Weir, you're first."
                          
I looked at her nervously as I walked up to the end of the mats, readying myself I did a round off handspring into a backflip, then repeated all in one shot. Stephanie smiled, but frowned as she spotted something out of the corner of her eye.
                          
"What are you two doing here? Tryouts are for cheerleaders only," she said harshly. My eyes widened as she kneed both Ethan and Benny and threw them out of the gym. "Get out!" she yelled and strutted back over to us. "Sorry, girls. Back to business."