Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 5
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The gym was silent for a moment after she finished. Then Coach Reeves wrote something on her clipboard."Thank you, Malone," she said.Madison was staring. Her expression was not the expression of someone who had just watched someone fail.The list went up the next morning on the gym door. Seven names. Cassidy Malone was on it. Madison Greer was also on it, near the top. As expected, as always.Amber found Cass at her locker that morning. She was practically vibrating."You made it," Amber said."I made it," Cass said."Madison is going to lose her mind.""Probably.""Are you worried?"Cass opened her locker. Stacked her books. "Should I be?"Amber opened her mouth. Then she thought about it. Then she said, "Honestly, yes. A little."Cass almost smiled again. "Good advice," she said.But she didn't change anything. She showed up to first practice Monday morning at 7:00 a.m. just like the list said. She was on time. She worked hard. She didn't try to make friends, and she didn't try to make enemies. She was just there.Madison spent most of that first practice pretending Cass didn't exist. Which was its own kind of message.The second practice was different. It happened in the hallway on Wednesday afternoon.Cass was at her locker after practice. Hair still pulled back. Hands still a little chalky from the mat. She was switching out books for her afternoon class when she heard them coming. She didn't look up. Footsteps, more than one person. The particular sound of people who expect the hallway to move for them.Madison, and behind her Tyler Greer. Tyler was Madison's cousin. He was also the starting quarterback for Harlow Creek's football team, which in a town this size made him something very close to royalty. He was 20 years old, broad through the shoulders. Good-looking in the way that had probably made his whole life easier than it should have been. He had the easy smile of a person who had never really been told no. Not firmly, not in a way that stuck.Behind him came two others: Brandon Holt and Cole Watts. Neither of them was the kind of person who makes decisions. They were the kind of person who follows decisions. Which sometimes makes them more dangerous.Madison stopped at Cass's locker."So," she said, "enjoying your first week?""It's fine," Cass said, still not looking up."I heard you're from Clarksville.""That's right.""What made you come here?"Cass pulled a textbook from the shelf. "Change of scenery."Madison leaned against the locker next to Cass's. Close, just a little too close.