Chapter 6: Chapter 5
Blair
My muscles felt heavy on my petite body and I could hardly move my arms. I was easily vexed at what others had to say that not even Delilah or the teachers would dare try to walk up to me. I was feeling the aftermath of yesterday's work out and as much as I loved feeling confidently good about myself after cheer practice, the exercises were a solid pain in the ass the following day.
Coach Larson had to keep us on top of our game. She expected us to be in the best shape as possible, and I, as captain, was responsible for maintaing our image. Nothing against those who weren't considered "fit" enough to be included in the team, but I was made head cheerleader for a reason. There was not a single overweight cheerleader in the squad, in courtesy of my pickings.
I understood that young girls all around the world struggled with body issues on a daily basis, however rules were rules and I was but to abide by them. Whoever said that being part of my squad was easy didn't get the full experience.
I was never ashamed of my body. I worked hard for it- I had the assets, and I proudly displayed them. Why hide something you thought was worthy of attention? I respected myself enough to take good care of my weight and my overall health. I had boys, and even older men, down on their knees at mere sight of me.
Other than the gold that ran through my veins, I was a powerful leader on my own. That, I was surely proud of. Westwoods are naturally-born leaders after all. I didn't care if someone spoke otherwise, nor was I ever one to be desperate for approval. For years, I single-handedly played the role of both a king and a queen in a game of chess. I had pawns all over and out of the town, all who I found by myself. I had little close ties with people, and those people had yet to discover who they were truly affiliated with.
Delilah was one of the very few people I trusted. She and I met when we were little, back when we were still miles away from the doors that showed us the real world. She was special to me.
In the life of Delilah Santiago, the girl had seen the raw version of Blair Westwood plenty of times. She was there with me through ups and downs, and I showed my gratitude and devotion by doing the same. That was why when I got promoted to head cheerleader, I offered her to be co-captain with me, but she declined, saying "the position of captain was meant for me and solely me."
I knew that Delilah knew me better than myself in most cases. She was a good friend who knew of the storm that brewed inside me. I guess I could understand why she was trying to get the volleyball captain on my radar the past few days.
"Tell me Blair, why have you been so obsessed with the girl lately? Did she wrong you or something?" the blonde questioned, swiping the make-up brush on her cheeks. The berry pink blush complemented her fair skin.
My shoulders shrugged as I pulled the purple scrunchy off my hair and letting it fall on my shoulders. "You're being ridiculous. I'm not obsessed with her. She caught my interest, that's all."
"You're Blair Westwood. No one catches your interest unless there's something about them that does so.." I noticed the way her voice trailed off, as if dreading to ask me something she was unsure of how I would react to, "...do you like her, maybe?"
I felt my heart stop and drop to the very pit of my stomach. "What?" I screeched, my voice booming off the bathroom walls, "How can you say such a thing? Of course not! I'm not gay!"
A soft sigh slipped past her lips and I turned my back away from her gaze. Where the hell did she get that idea? When I called her for help the other day, it wasn't my intention to make her think that I liked her the way I liked boys.
"Blair, look at me," her voice was gentle, a tone I never heard come from her until now. "You know that I would never judge you, right? I'm your best friend."
I shook my head repeatedlu, "Quite an assumption you made, Li," I smiled sourly. "I find it hilarious that you would even suggest that! Whatever it is you're thinking, you're wrong. I like boys- always have and always will. Nothing's gonna change that."
Her lips pursed at my answer, nodding briefly. I heard the sound of her zipping her makeup kit, shoving it into her bag. "I'm sorry for asking then, B. I'm gonna head home, yeah?" I asked if she needed a ride, but she declined, saying that she had to do something before leaving.
I ended up staying there in the girls' bathroom a bit longer than necessary. It wasn't possible. No. I couldn't be gay. Just because I hadn't dated a boy in awhile doesn't mean that I played for the other team. I dismissed the thoughts and continued to fix my makeup, losing track of the time I spent in there.
Moments later, I heard the sound of the door slamming, grabbing my attention. Speaking of the devil. The girl had her back turned from me, backing away from the door as if afraid someone was going to barge in. Curious, I walked closer to the blonde who was still unaware of my presence.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" my voice came out like a dagger, and she faced me with an aghast expression on her features. Our faces were inches away from each other and I could clearly hear her heavy breathing. Her pink lips were parted, somehow reminding me of a beautiful rose.
The thought dawned on me and even I was slightly shocked. I was alone in the bathroom with her, and I was feeling oddly nervous. I didn't show her that though.
There it was again. The trance that seemed to capture both of us everytime our eyes locked. The world seemed to stop around us and it was like our breaths were in sync. It felt like a magnet stood between us, and there on our chests sat a metal plate that drew us closer to each other.
As much as I hated to admit, this girl was taking a toll on me, and I was clueless as to why. She was someone I recently found myself looking for in the hallways, the cafeteria, even the gym. I wasn't fond of how uncontrollable my feelings were, and I had to find a way to get myself back together.
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