gideon still isn't done playing. you've sat outside, you've redone your nail polish, you've watched half of your cheer squad disappear after practice (the other half determinedly stays with you), and now you have to march to the gym with your merry troupe of leeches and wait.

everyone on either team stops a moment when you show up. the cheer squad has never given a shit about basketball, and now you sit dejected in the bleachers waiting for your ride home in her dingy old pickup truck.