Coach Cassidy

The next day, Brandi made her way to the school, a box in her hands. She had decided to drop off her cheerleading uniforms and Ava's phone to Coach Cassidy's desk. She had hoped that she wouldn't be there, but as fate would have it, the coach was present. Brandi set the box down on the desk, "Here are my uniforms. Mia's phone is in there too." She said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Coach Cassidy looked at her, concern in her eyes. "Can we talk for a moment, Brandi?"

Brandi hesitated, the memories of the past week weighing heavily on her. "This has been pretty traumatic, and I'd rather just put it all behind me."

"Brandi, I need to hear your side of the story," Coach Cassidy said firmly, leaning in slightly. "Things aren't adding up, and I need to know what happened."

Brandi looked at her, frustration clear in her eyes. "What does it matter at this point? You kicked me off the team."

Coach Cassidy didn't back down. "I need to know what happened, Brandi. If not for you, then for the other girls on the team."

"Fine, I can show you what happened," Brandi said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her videos. She found the one she was looking for and handed her phone to Coach Cassidy.

Coach Cassidy watched the video in disbelief. It showed Heather, Mia, and Ava dragging a blindfolded Brandi out of the trunk of Heather's car. They then led her down to the basement of the drama building.

Heather's voice, cold and unyielding, echoed through the room, "Strip. Now."

"N-no," stammered Brandi, terrified but outraged, "this has gone too far."

"Shut your hole, cunt breath," shouted Heather. "You don't hear anyone else complaining. If you want to be a cheerleader, you have to go through initiation like everyone else, unless you want to go back to being basic, bitch."

Brandi hesitated, but her defiance showed through as she slapped Heather hard across the face. She then grabbed Mia's phone before the video ended.

Coach Cassidy looked up from the phone, her expression one of shock and anger. "This is unacceptable. How could they do this to you?"

Brandi shrugged, trying to hide the pain that the memory brought back. "I don't know. They've always been jealous of me. Heather has bern flirting with my boyfriend. Maybe she had a plan? Maybe she just hates me. Who knows, or cares at this point?"

Coach Cassidy nodded, her mind racing with what to do next. "This needs to be dealt with. I'll have a meeting with the principal and discuss this. You've been through enough, and I won't let this go unpunished."

"Thank you, Coach Cassidy," Brandi said, grateful for the support she was receiving. "I thought you were on their side before."

Coach Cassidy shook her head. "No, Brandi. I had only heard their side of the story. With this video as proof, they will be in big trouble. You've given me the evidence I needed to take action."

Brandi felt a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you. I just want to move on and leave all this behind."

Coach Cassidy reached out and placed a hand on Brandi's shoulder. "You've been through a lot, and I owe you a huge apology. I should have listened to you from the start. Would you consider staying on the team? You're a valuable member, and I'd hate to see you go."

Brandi considered the offer. It had been a lot to handle, but maybe it was time to give the team another chance. "I'll think about it. But I need some time to process everything."

Coach Cassidy nodded, understanding Brandi's need for space. "Of course. Take all the time you need. But know that I'm here for you, and I believe in your talent."

Brandi smiled, grateful for the coach's understanding. "Thank you. I'll let you know soon."

As Brandi left the office, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe things could work out after all. She still had her friends, her boyfriend, and the chance to rejoin the team. With Coach Cassidy on her side, she knew she could face whatever came her way.