Page 86 of The Prom Queen Project
“What?” I squinted at her while cocking my head to the side. “Why would you think that?”
“Meredith told me you said something along those lines.”
Figures.“That’s not true.”
“Mm-hm. I see,” she said, pressing her lips together. “Do you have any concerns about him?”
“No.”
“How do you think he’s doing?”
“I mean, a lot of the girls seem to like him, plus he picks up the routines pretty quickly.”
“And Kendra?”
“What about her?”
“I heard she’s been stirring up some drama on the team. Is that true?”
What. The. Fuck.
“No!” I shook my head furiously. Letting out a laugh of disbelief, I continued. “God no. If anyone’s causing drama, it’s Meredith.”
“Okay. Good to know,” she said, smacking her lips while wearing a tight expression. “Go on back—the team’s probably waiting for you. And remember, I’m here if you need me.”
As I stepped out of her office, I found everyone scattered across the gym, warming up with stretches.
My gaze landed on Meredith, and I shot her a glare, but she simply flipped her hair, tossing her brunette locks over her shoulder in response. Dismissing her, I scanned the room until my eyes found the two least nauseating people in the entire room. I made my way over to them, clenching my jaw before dropping onto the floor. Without a word, I extended my legs and reached forward to grab my toes, stretching my calf muscles.
“You good?” Kendra asked, eyeing me with curiosity.
Andrew glanced at her, then back at me.
“You look pissed,” he said flatly.
“I’m fine.”
“You wanna try that again?” he prodded.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I scrubbed my face with my hands. “Meredith told Coach that I said you weren’t a good fit for the team.”
“Who,me?” Andrew’s voice jumped an octave. He rolled his eyes, a scowl settling on his face. “That jealous fucking bitch...”
I shifted my gaze to Kendra. “She also told Coach that you were stirring up drama.”
“Me?” She huffed out a humorless laugh. “Oh, now Iknowit’s because she’s jealous. She’s just bitter I left her for you. What did she think was gonna happen? That I’d just sit back like some third wheel, watching her make out with Mason while she treated me like shit?”
I nodded. “It’s like she dropped everyone for him.”
“No, we dropped her,” she corrected with a wave of her finger.
“And for a damn good reason,” Andrew added. “You guys notice most of the cheerleaders avoid her?”
“She’s not exactly fun to be around,” she said with a shrug.
“Yet, for some reason, people still suck up to her,” I mumbled. “She snaps her fingers and boom—they’re there.”
Almost as if we had choreographed it, we turned our heads in unison, glaring at her with open disgust. In response, Meredith tossed a scowl back, then, like flipping a switch, a smile was plastered back on her face as she laughed, surrounded by a group of cheerleaders who clung to her every word.
