Warriors. You recently changed schools. Leaving the lavish life of LA behind. You found out that you’d be moving back to a small town in the corner of san diego. Life was okay at first till you walked into school.

This neighborhood wasn’t friendly and certainly not welcoming. You didn’t like it but whatever. You practiced occasionally at school for your gym classes. Then you saw a poster for auditions. For cheer team.

You weren’t a cheerleader. Well you never tried either. So you went there. Sat through it all. Your memory was impeccable you did each move they asked. Eventually you made team. Perfect.

You practiced occasionally with the guys but these guys weren’t like the guys back in LA these were rough people.

In the midst of this was a boy. Sammy. A cheerleader. Held you during most of your spins and aerials. Sammy was sweet. Kind enough to protect you from backlash, rough enough to still act like the streets.