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[indent][indent]On the morning following Santiago's beach party, Chanel Martin woke up with the biggest, goofiest smile plastered on her face; that is, until she had to quickly jump out of bed, sprint to the nearest bathroom, and puke her brains out. But as soon as she had finished hurling and got herself all cleaned up, that smile immediately returned, and she was one hundred percent sure that there was nothing in the world that could possibly dampen her mood. Well, that was what she initially thought before she sent Marcus a few text messages and never got a response. [color=#D2652C][b]"Sure, we can hang out tomorrow night,"[/b][/color] Chanel had said to the boy before she left the party, [color=#D2652C][b]"Just me and you. I'll text you my address and we can go from there."[/b][/color] Multiple text messages and five unanswered calls later, Chanel came to the realization that maybe Marcus just wasn't as into her as she thought. She spent Saturday night sitting in her bedroom, wrapped up like a burrito in her fuzzy blanket and watching old episodes of Girlfriends.

To say that Chanel was upset was a bit of an understatement, but it wasn't sadness that had the young woman cooped up in her room the entire weekend. No, it was [i]anger[/i] that coursed through her veins. She was [i]angry[/i] at the fact that not only did she waste five months crushing on an asshole who'd end up leading her on, but that this very same asshole didn't even want to answer the phone and let her know that he wasn't interested. [color=#D2652C][b]"I am a [i]bad ass bitch[/i], Andre,"[/b][/color] Chanel said to her older brother that Sunday evening as she laid her head in his lap, [color=#D2652C][b]"There are plenty of beautiful men and women out there that I can talk to instead, right? I mean, I can do [i]so[/i] much better than a [i]pretty boy[/i] who lacks substance."[/b][/color] Andre, who had come home to spend the weekend from his university, simply shook his head and gently pushed her hair out of her face. [color=#D2652C][b]"Why do boys have to be such assholes?"[/b][/color]

By the time Monday rolled around, however, Chanel had managed to pull herself out of her pathetic little funk. She got up early that morning, took a shower, and got dressed in her school uniform, adding her own little twist to it as usual. She even decided to throw on her newest, bright orange wig so that she could make a statement.

Chanel was mildly surprised that she hadn't seen either of her two girlfriends throughout the first half of the school day; normally they would have met up before the tardy bell rang. But after remembering what had went down at the party between Bea and Santiago, Chanel figured that April wanted to spend as much time away from him as she could, which unfortunately meant that she'd probably be skipping class. As far as Julie's whereabouts went, Chanel wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't bumped into the young redhead at least once that morning, but it wasn't like she was actively searching for her either. In fact, Chanel quite liked spending those few hours alone; it gave her time to think about what she would do or say if she ended up running into Marcus. Thankfully, she didn't. 

When lunch time rolled around, Chanel opted to spend those few minutes in the library, something she hadn't done since Freshman year when she was still fairly new to the area and didn't have many friends to eat with. She was sitting at one of the tables, scrolling through her social media accounts and eating fruit snacks when she overheard something interesting. "I guess that Marisol chick finally lost her marbles," a girl had said from behind Chanel, so she quickly turned her head and strained to listen. "I mean, I always knew she was one to look out for, but to do something like that to Victoire? That's just a new level of [i]crazy[/i]." The girl was standing at the library printer with one of her friends, a stack of papers tucked under her arm. Chanel recognized her as some random Junior she'd often see running around school in a cheerleader uniform.

Soon, Chanel found herself staring at the two girls, listening intently as they went on to describe what they'd seen just a few minutes before coming into the library; Marisol Castillo and none other than the Senior class president had gotten into an altercation in the parking lot. [color=#D2652C][b]"Of course some shit would go down when I'm not around to witness it,"[/b][/color] the young woman said under her breath as she shook her head and turned back around. Apparently, that was when the two cheerleaders had finally noticed that Chanel was sitting not too far away, because after briefly whispering among themselves, the pair quickly began to approach her table. [color=#D2652C][b]"Can I help you?"[/b][/color] Chanel said as one of the girls tapped her on the shoulder and took the empty seat across from her. Without saying a word, the younger girl took one of the freshly printed papers from her stack and slid it across the table. Chanel only looked at the flyer for two seconds before shaking her head and sliding it back, [color=#D2652C][b]"No thanks, boo. I'm a dancer, not a cheerleader."[/b][/color]

"Aw, come on," the girl said with an exasperated sigh, "Chanel, you know that you'd be a great addition to the squad. We've all seen you on stage, girl. You're an [i]athlete[/i]." 

[color=#D2652C][b]"I'm an athlete,"[/b][/color] Chanel said, standing from her seat and gathering her things, [color=#D2652C][b]"But I'm definitely not a cheerleader. Sorry girls, but I just don't think I'd be good at that kind of thing."[/b][/color] Chanel was almost through the library doors when the girl tapped her on the shoulder once more. It took a great deal of strength for Chanel to maintain her composure. [color=#D2652C][b]"Girl look, I already told you-"[/b][/color]

"I know, I know," the girl said before Chanel could finish her sentence, "I just want to give you one of our flyers to keep. You could give it to one of your friends and see if they want to try-out... Or shit, maybe you'll even change your mind." As the girl spoke, she slid one of the papers into Chanel's over-sized purse. Sucking in a deep breath, Chanel simply nodded her head and smiled tightly before pushing her way through the library door and into the hall. She made it all the way to her next period class before she finally took out the flyer from her purse in order to take a closer look. 

[color=#D2652C][b]"Cheerleading..."[/b][/color] the young woman muttered as she read over the few details, [color=#D2652C][b]"Eh, why not?"[/b][/color]
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