Cheerleading Can Be Murder (Horror High #1) by Carissa Ann Lynch Page A
Authors: Carissa Ann Lynch
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exciting, I think I’ll torture my sheep a little bit…toy with their minds.
I opened the closet. Stared at the gun.
I considered packing it again, but instead I went to the fridge. My specimen was still intact. Well, I don’t know if intact is the right choice of words…
I lifted the plastic container, the cat’s fluids sloshing around inside. Carefully, I slid the container inside my backpack.
Today’s going to be fun.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Dakota
My mother had this uncanny ability to cheer me up with only a few simple words. Despite last night’s disappointment, I woke up in a better mood. Andy was not my boyfriend, and if he wanted to date someone else that was his business. I honestly had no idea who that girl was he was hanging out with, but I was not going to waste my time worrying about it today. I was going to focus on what was most important to me: Cheerleading.
Yanking a pale pink, knee-length dress that I’d never worn before off its hanger, I pulled it down over my head. I slid on a pair of white Keds and dabbed some pink lipstick on to match my dress.
Amanda was standing at the bus stop, actually looking at me as though she wanted to talk. “Are you okay?” she asked, giving me a sympathetic look. I realized then that she must have been talking about what happened with Andy, but I had no idea how she could know.
“What do you mean?” I asked, sounding a little defensive.
“Well, I was sitting outside under the awning when you came home with your mom last night. You were soaking wet and crying. I was just wondering if you’re all right.” She carefully adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I know we haven’t been talking, but I still care about your well-being.”
“I’m okay now. There was this boy I thought I liked, but as it turns out, he didn’t feel the same way about me.” I looked anxiously up the street for the bus to arrive.
“I’m sorry, Dakota.” She searched my eyes, waiting for more of the story.
“I’m sorry too. And I would never be a part of what those girls did to your grandma’s house and I’d never write a note like that, I swear. I did tell Sydney that you and Ronnie were kissing outside, and I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t trying to be malicious when I told her, and I never expected Sydney to go behind my back and cause so much trouble with those other girls.”
“I know you didn’t do it. And I’m sorry about dating your ex. It’s just…he’s the first boy that’s paid any attention to me since I moved to Harrow Hill, and I jumped on the opportunity to have a boyfriend. I can’t help who I like, but I do want to be friends again. I’m so happy we both made the team. Can we be friends again, please?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course.” I smiled and leaned forward to give her a hug. “Did you rehearse that whole spiel ahead of time?” I teased.
“Only a hundred times…” she admitted, smiling back. I realized then how much I’d really missed having her around to talk to.
“Are you ready for our first real practice tonight?” I raised my eyebrows in challenge.
“As ready as I’m going to be! Are you so excited about being the flyer?”
“I’m excited, but also nervous. I’ve never been on the top of a stunt before,” I admitted. “I always thought I was too chubby to be the girl on top.” I stared down at my Keds.
“You are perfect, Dakota!” Amanda said, nudging me playfully.
“Thanks. And thanks for making up with me,” I said, happy to have my friend back. I was glad that she’d be one of the people lifting me in the stunts because I trusted her completely.
It suddenly dawned on me who the other base was: Brittani. After what she did to Teresa, how could I trust her not to do the same to me? Now I really do have a reason to be nervous when it comes to being the flyer! I realized.
Amanda and I talked about cheerleading the whole way to school. When we got there, I made a
I opened the closet. Stared at the gun.
I considered packing it again, but instead I went to the fridge. My specimen was still intact. Well, I don’t know if intact is the right choice of words…
I lifted the plastic container, the cat’s fluids sloshing around inside. Carefully, I slid the container inside my backpack.
Today’s going to be fun.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Dakota
My mother had this uncanny ability to cheer me up with only a few simple words. Despite last night’s disappointment, I woke up in a better mood. Andy was not my boyfriend, and if he wanted to date someone else that was his business. I honestly had no idea who that girl was he was hanging out with, but I was not going to waste my time worrying about it today. I was going to focus on what was most important to me: Cheerleading.
Yanking a pale pink, knee-length dress that I’d never worn before off its hanger, I pulled it down over my head. I slid on a pair of white Keds and dabbed some pink lipstick on to match my dress.
Amanda was standing at the bus stop, actually looking at me as though she wanted to talk. “Are you okay?” she asked, giving me a sympathetic look. I realized then that she must have been talking about what happened with Andy, but I had no idea how she could know.
“What do you mean?” I asked, sounding a little defensive.
“Well, I was sitting outside under the awning when you came home with your mom last night. You were soaking wet and crying. I was just wondering if you’re all right.” She carefully adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I know we haven’t been talking, but I still care about your well-being.”
“I’m okay now. There was this boy I thought I liked, but as it turns out, he didn’t feel the same way about me.” I looked anxiously up the street for the bus to arrive.
“I’m sorry, Dakota.” She searched my eyes, waiting for more of the story.
“I’m sorry too. And I would never be a part of what those girls did to your grandma’s house and I’d never write a note like that, I swear. I did tell Sydney that you and Ronnie were kissing outside, and I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t trying to be malicious when I told her, and I never expected Sydney to go behind my back and cause so much trouble with those other girls.”
“I know you didn’t do it. And I’m sorry about dating your ex. It’s just…he’s the first boy that’s paid any attention to me since I moved to Harrow Hill, and I jumped on the opportunity to have a boyfriend. I can’t help who I like, but I do want to be friends again. I’m so happy we both made the team. Can we be friends again, please?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course.” I smiled and leaned forward to give her a hug. “Did you rehearse that whole spiel ahead of time?” I teased.
“Only a hundred times…” she admitted, smiling back. I realized then how much I’d really missed having her around to talk to.
“Are you ready for our first real practice tonight?” I raised my eyebrows in challenge.
“As ready as I’m going to be! Are you so excited about being the flyer?”
“I’m excited, but also nervous. I’ve never been on the top of a stunt before,” I admitted. “I always thought I was too chubby to be the girl on top.” I stared down at my Keds.
“You are perfect, Dakota!” Amanda said, nudging me playfully.
“Thanks. And thanks for making up with me,” I said, happy to have my friend back. I was glad that she’d be one of the people lifting me in the stunts because I trusted her completely.
It suddenly dawned on me who the other base was: Brittani. After what she did to Teresa, how could I trust her not to do the same to me? Now I really do have a reason to be nervous when it comes to being the flyer! I realized.
Amanda and I talked about cheerleading the whole way to school. When we got there, I made a
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