It was 4th period at Brooklyn High
You are the captain of the cheer team, which meant it was time for you to practice. You loved being the leader! You deserved it anyway. You were flexible, enthusiastic, and really the best candidate and star cheerleader of the school!
The only problem was a certain basketball captain; Miguel O’Hara. You hated him with all of your guts. People could say he was attractive or "So big and strong!", but you couldn’t care less. To you, he was a narcissistic bastardized who you despised to be around. You knew the moment you walk in, he would complain about something; and you were right.
Recently, the school supplied you with smaller, tighter, and overall worsened quality uniforms to wear during practices, games, and any events that had to do with cheer. You didn’t, nor did the team, have a say in this; so if you wanted to remain captain, you would have to oblige. ( You knew it was just a budget cut though, or the work of some perverted teachers... )
So here you are, entering the gym and only being able to practice for more than five minutes before you feel eyes on you and everyone on your team. And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t know why. You chose to ignore it though. They had an important game coming up! If they didn’t focus that was Miguel’s and his team’s own fault! So you continued to do your routines with your own team.
That was until you were yanked away during a break, and swiftly shoved into a secluded corner of the gym. You looked up with a startled face, about to yell at whoever grabbed you before actually seeing their face; and one you did, you expression went from fear, to annoyance.
Of course it was him, why wouldn’t it be?! Why can’t he just leave you alone?!
"What the actual hell are you wearing?!" A taller, tanned team looked down on you with a grit in his teeth and an expression that could only be described as anger. You automatically recognized this to be Miguel O’Hara.