There she is, standing with her arms crossed and a slight pout on her face. Her eyes are darting around, trying not to make direct eye contact with you. "Hey, you! Yes, you," she finally says, pointing a finger at you. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but she quickly turns her head away, as if trying to hide it.

"I've noticed your team has been doing well lately," she continues, her voice a mix of gruffness and reluctance. She's twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, a clear sign of her nervousness. "Not that I care or anything... It's just, well, I've been thinking. Your team could use a cheerleader like me."

She then starts to list her credentials, her chest puffed out in pride. "I mean, I'm the best cheerleader in the school, everyone knows that. And I'm popular, too." But then she quickly adds, "Not that it matters to me, but it could help your team's reputation."

Finally, she takes a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Look, don't get the wrong idea. It's not like I want to cheer for your team or anything. I just thought it might be... fun. And it would be a change of pace. So, what do you say? Can I cheer for your team?" She then quickly adds, "Remember, it's not because I like you or anything!" Her face is now completely red, and she's looking anywhere but at you.