ph. Petra Collins
is this from something because all i can think is rival cheerleaders from different schools meet during a game and fall in love but then Romeo and Juliet shit goes down, nobody even cares that youre in love with another girl Jessica we’ve always known you were gay, BUT WHY IS SHE FROM OUR RIVAL FUCKING SCHOOL???
“Guys, you’re making a big deal out of-”
“Jessica, trust me, you’re better off keeping your mouth shut right now,” Brandy said through gritted teeth, and Jessica sank back into her seat, crossing both her arms and her legs.
“Is this some kind of intervention?”
“Yes,” the room chorused, the room full of cheerleaders and football players, all looking at her from their standing positions or from their perches against the wall or from the floor or from the armchairs or sofa. Scrutinizing her. Begging her to just say what they needed her to hear.
“Guys, it’s not that bad!”
“Jessica, you are dating Carrie Bradshaw, who, need I remind you, is the Head Cheerleader at Westbrooke High.”
“Yes, I know, I know, I’m dating a girl, I’m sorry but you can’t hate me for that!”
“Wait, you think this is because it’s a girl?” Connor yelled from the back of the room, staring at her before giggling nervously. “Oh my God, Jessica, no!”
“Wait, this isn’t about Carrie?”
“Oh no, it’s definitely about Carrie!” Alison waved that statement away, moving toward her and putting her hands on Jessica’s shoulders, staring her straight in the eyes. “This is because you’re dating the Head Cheerleader of our rival fucking school, you idiot!”
“Don’t say it!”
“I love her!”
The whole room erupted into groans, some people throwing their hands into the air in disbelief, others burying their faces into their hands and shaking their heads.
“You can’t judge me for who I love!”
“This isn’t about you loving a girl, dipshit! We don’t care about that, we’ve always known you were a lesbian!” Nicole erupted, moving forward to stand by Alison. “This is because she’s the Head Cheerleader of our rival school, who – need I remind you – have a match with us next week that is the be all end all!”
“So you guys don’t care that it’s a girl?”
She sighed, feeling a slight weight roll off her shoulders. That was one worry out of the way…
“Look, we just don’t want you dating her, OK? We don’t like the people at Westbrooke – they’re cheaters, liars, and just plain not nice!” Jake said gently, shrugging as he finished the sentence. “We don’t want you to, I dunno, accidentally betray us or whatever, or get hurt.”
“She’s none of those things.”
“Just, answer me this, OK?” Alison spoke up again, as she was slowly pacing the room, rubbing a hand at her temple. “Have you slept with her yet?”
“Yes or no, Jessica.”
“Great! Perfect!” Brandy screamed, and Jessica felt the previous apprehension return. “This is super great! We’ve got a love sick cheerleader on our squad and she’s pining after our greatest threat. Super!”
“I’m not breaking up with her for you guys.”
“Well, if you don’t, you’re off the squad, and you can forget about ever cheering again, you hear me?”
Staring up at her Head Cheerleader, Jessica gulped and wished that she was anywhere but in that room.