OMG, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT THWART?

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

For a minute or even two, it seems Kat would not budge and I’d have to literally call security to tear a huge fight apart and then watch the Laurents sue Katie for everything possible. Assault, attempted murder, emotional trauma, etc.. whatever you can think of because that’s how Royal hill rich families operate. Honestly that’s a more happy ending for this situation but I don’t want to involve my best friend with this cunning hood rat. I was the one who was her problem so I’d deal with her myself.

Kat turns and begin walking out.

“See you out there, Captain.” She gives me a salute before walking back out. I open my locker and change into my cheer uniform, taking out my energy drink and consuming everything in a go. I really needed it.

“Omg! Can you believe that thwart? She really thinks she’s better than the trash she is. I literally want to tear her ugly face apart and paint this walls with her cheap organs.”

“Woah, calm down Chloe. That’s so much gore. Just Ignore her. She’s not worth it.” I say pulling up my skirt over my waist.

“Ugh fine. Are you sure you don’t want to sabotage her try out ?”

“Chloe Laurent. For the last time, that is not on the table. Let’s go.” I closed the locker door. Holding her hand and dragging her out as she groans and stomps her foot.

We go back to the gym. Coach Torrie is already seated and Katie is standing in front. She smirks

As we walks past her, she even makes a little to Chloe and I have to physically hold onto Chloe to keep her in check.

We seat at the other two empty seats and the try out begins.

“So, tell us about yourself. Who are you and what do you do in cheer?”

“I’m Katie Jer but everyone calls me Kat. I was the cheer captain from Royal hill community high before moving here. I’m both good at being a base and a flyer but I excel at flyer stunts. I live with my elder brother. Well used to.” She says staring at me.

“He passed away recently. He was murdered. The case is still unsolved.” She continues staring right at me. I try not to look away in discomfort. My stomach turns though and I clutch it. I feel a bit dizzy.

“That’s sad. How about you focus more on your cheer career? “ Chloe Brutally cuts her off.

Damn, cold as fuck.

“I’d prefer to show it.” She says.

“Oh you have a routine already? I didn’t expect you to. Yes show us.” Coach Torrie says enthusiastically. I can already see that her presumptions on Katie not being good enough and getting in on Connections is disappearing.

Katie steps back turning on some music, picking a pair of pompoms and getting into a pose and my stomach begins to hurt real bad.

She does a back flip first. Then turns around, she lets a knee onto the floor arching her back and lettings her hands up into the air, shaking the pompoms. Good and attention grabbing beginning but poor form. I pull my notepad out, ready to make a note on this when my stomach grumbles and I clutch it.

“I need to go to the washroom. Just continue without me.” I say as I stumble out of my seat, watching Kat smirk from my peripheral. She’d done something to me. Omg!

“Are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Chloe asks.

“Yeah. Is everything alright?” Coach Torrie asks as she get up from her seat and begins to approach me.

“Yeah. You can sit down. I’m fine.” I say although my tummy is cramping real bad and my vision is hazy.

“You don’t look fine, Aaliyah.”

“Just go on without me. I’ll be back in a few.” I say as I try not to faint. I ran to the washroom and into the stall before I nearly shit myself. No, like literally, I was having a severe case of explosive diarrhea.

Oh my god! If someone were to hear me right now I’d have to transfer schools. My ass was burning and my tummy hurt real badly.

I spent the rest of the next minute in that washroom stall pushing my guts out of my butthole and when I’m finally able to go out, I head to my locker digging through for some sort of drug I could take to ease the ache. I could finally breathe at least now. I move my bottle out of the way when I notice some powder on the lid. Someone fucking poured laxatives into my energy drink.

No, not someone, fucking Kat. She fucking drugged me to kick me out of the try out so she could better her chances of getting in. That lowlife hood rat of a bitch.

To thin, I the queen of sabotages wanted to play fair and this sum had the audacity to do this. That’s why she was in the locker room and she picked a fight to distract us. I try to text Chloe that she could do what she wanted now but my stomach starts rumbling again and I make a quick dash for the stall.

It feels like I’m inside for hours before a knock sounds on the stall.

“Umm.. Aaliyah. You good?” A knock sounds on the door and Chloe’s voice reaches me.

“Has her trial ended?” I managed to bring out.

“ Yeah. Unfortunately for us, she made it. She’s so good I want to throw stuff and trash everything.”

“That bitch poisoned me. She poured something in my energy drink. I think Laxatives or some food poisoning kind of drug.”

“No wonder she was smiling after you left.”

“That piece of scum. I’m so sorry. Can I tear out her fake wanna be Aaliyah wig now?”