Cheerleading Can Be Murder (Horror High #1) by Carissa Ann Lynch
Authors: Carissa Ann Lynch
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answered. It was Phoebe, my mom’s faithful secretary. “Hey, it’s Dakota. Is my mom available?” I tried to hide the impatience in my voice.
“She’s in session with a client right now. Her ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is on the door, but if it’s important, sweetheart, I’ll be more than happy to interrupt her.”
“No, that’s okay. Just tell her I’ll see her at home tonight. Bye.” I hung up before I let her talk me into it.
I suddenly realized that I could simply just leave my uniform stuff in my locker until tomorrow. I wanted more than anything to take it home with me, but it was worth waiting so I didn’t damage it. I jogged back down the hallway, stuffed it all inside my locker, and headed out into the gloomy weather, holding a thin windbreaker over my head to shield the rain.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Running through a downpour, I was hit with a brilliant idea. Andy only lived a few blocks from school, and we’d discussed the possibility of getting together to work on Joan of Arc today. Would he think it was weird if I just showed up? I wondered. I could have stopped and called, but I doubted I could hear anything with this rainfall, and I didn’t want to stop running.
I ran as fast as I could, feeling happy and alive despite the chill in the air. I had a guy that I liked and I actually made the varsity cheerleading team! Who could ask for anything better?
I rounded the corner of Emery Lane, and I was relieved to see his house just a few yards away. There was a sporty blue Celica parked in front of his house on the street. I stopped and bent down to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees as I drew in deep gulps of air.
Just as I was getting ready to walk that way, the passenger door to the Celica swung open and Andy stepped out of it. A girl stepped out of the driver’s side. She was pretty, with wavy white-blonde hair and a trim figure. She walked around the side of the car, and draped her arms over his shoulders. A seductive gesture.
They stood there kissing in the rain.
This was the part when I should have run away crying, but instead, I curled my fingers into fists and let out a frustrated scream. I’m so sick of people hurting me, and not being the people I think they are! I thought angrily.
The sound of my scream caught their attention, and they both turned to look my way, stunned. “Dakota?” Andy called out, and he walked toward me. That’s when I turned around and ran.
Rain was still falling as I made my way home, but I barely even noticed. I was thinking about Andy, Sydney, and Amanda. I was thinking about what Brittani did and how I didn’t tell anyone about it. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks even if I wanted to. I let the water from my tears and the rain flow freely down my face as I kept moving.
A pair of headlights glowed from behind me, and I heard a car screech to a halt. I turned around to see Mom’s Camry, and I’d never been so relieved to see my mother and take a ride with her. She didn’t ask any questions. She just patted my leg and drove me home.
“Thanks, Mom,” I told her, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “How did you know that I needed a ride?” I finally asked.
“After Phoebe told me you called, and I couldn’t reach you on your phone, I just had a feeling that I should come,” she explained, softly. Leave it to my mom to be the only one in the world who understands me.
She fixed my favorite: Gorgonzola pasta. I told her everything over dinner, the good parts of the day and the bad. She listened sympathetically and encouraged me to focus on my cheerleading practice, and let the other stuff work itself out. All I could do was try.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
The Sociopath
Yesterday was not the day. I carried the gun from class to class, waiting for just the right moment…but it never came. Although the element of surprise is
“She’s in session with a client right now. Her ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign is on the door, but if it’s important, sweetheart, I’ll be more than happy to interrupt her.”
“No, that’s okay. Just tell her I’ll see her at home tonight. Bye.” I hung up before I let her talk me into it.
I suddenly realized that I could simply just leave my uniform stuff in my locker until tomorrow. I wanted more than anything to take it home with me, but it was worth waiting so I didn’t damage it. I jogged back down the hallway, stuffed it all inside my locker, and headed out into the gloomy weather, holding a thin windbreaker over my head to shield the rain.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Running through a downpour, I was hit with a brilliant idea. Andy only lived a few blocks from school, and we’d discussed the possibility of getting together to work on Joan of Arc today. Would he think it was weird if I just showed up? I wondered. I could have stopped and called, but I doubted I could hear anything with this rainfall, and I didn’t want to stop running.
I ran as fast as I could, feeling happy and alive despite the chill in the air. I had a guy that I liked and I actually made the varsity cheerleading team! Who could ask for anything better?
I rounded the corner of Emery Lane, and I was relieved to see his house just a few yards away. There was a sporty blue Celica parked in front of his house on the street. I stopped and bent down to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees as I drew in deep gulps of air.
Just as I was getting ready to walk that way, the passenger door to the Celica swung open and Andy stepped out of it. A girl stepped out of the driver’s side. She was pretty, with wavy white-blonde hair and a trim figure. She walked around the side of the car, and draped her arms over his shoulders. A seductive gesture.
They stood there kissing in the rain.
This was the part when I should have run away crying, but instead, I curled my fingers into fists and let out a frustrated scream. I’m so sick of people hurting me, and not being the people I think they are! I thought angrily.
The sound of my scream caught their attention, and they both turned to look my way, stunned. “Dakota?” Andy called out, and he walked toward me. That’s when I turned around and ran.
Rain was still falling as I made my way home, but I barely even noticed. I was thinking about Andy, Sydney, and Amanda. I was thinking about what Brittani did and how I didn’t tell anyone about it. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks even if I wanted to. I let the water from my tears and the rain flow freely down my face as I kept moving.
A pair of headlights glowed from behind me, and I heard a car screech to a halt. I turned around to see Mom’s Camry, and I’d never been so relieved to see my mother and take a ride with her. She didn’t ask any questions. She just patted my leg and drove me home.
“Thanks, Mom,” I told her, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “How did you know that I needed a ride?” I finally asked.
“After Phoebe told me you called, and I couldn’t reach you on your phone, I just had a feeling that I should come,” she explained, softly. Leave it to my mom to be the only one in the world who understands me.
She fixed my favorite: Gorgonzola pasta. I told her everything over dinner, the good parts of the day and the bad. She listened sympathetically and encouraged me to focus on my cheerleading practice, and let the other stuff work itself out. All I could do was try.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
The Sociopath
Yesterday was not the day. I carried the gun from class to class, waiting for just the right moment…but it never came. Although the element of surprise is
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