Why do I need maths I'm in health?

Why do I need maths I'm in health?

“Ugh the next two hours are gonna be painful.”

You grab your stuff and head to your next class. The worst thing about any maths related subject is you can’t just switch off and look through your phone, you have to pay attention. You get there sit down and **** yourself to concentrate through basic maths. At least you had watching the cheerleaders to look forward to after this.

After having that thought you pause for a moment

“I swear I was never this bad, what happened to me, I used to just walk into social situations thinking oh new people that’s cool. Now I’m checking out every girl I meet. I’m literally sitting here looking forward to seeing a bunch of girls in cheerleading uniforms.”

This thought leaves you a little confused but you push it to the back of your mind as you **** yourself to return to the stats work and grind out the rest of the class.

“Thank god that’s over,” you sigh as you walk out of the classroom. Quickly checking the map, you find your way to the gym hall, you are a little late, but you walk in and sit down as you watch the girls continue to run through their warm up.

Immediately you regret your commitment to the tennis team, the entire group seems to be wearing as little clothing as possible you look between them and see each girl in nothing more than a crop top and tiny bike shorts.

“Holy crap I feel like such a voyeur just sitting here watching them.”

After a short jog around the hall your jaw drops as you see them all, as a squad, spread their legs into a split and hold as the move from one leg to another. You squeeze your thighs together and shuffle a little uncomfortably on your seat, but you can’t take your eyes away.

From there they get up and move into stunts practice where in groups of 4 or 5 the taller girls on the bottom holding up one of the smaller girls. You watch as various groups run through their routines. Of all the groups the girl you met this morning, Chelsea, seems to be doing the best, her group nails every stunt, while next to them Bec is having a bad day. You watch her fall several times attempting some strange pose where she tries to stand on one leg and pull the other up and around next to her head. (The bow and arrow, for anyone who knows what I'm referring to) The last time you actually watch her fall backwards onto her backspot literally planting her ass in the poor girl’s face.

You watch her face turn a deep shade of red as she yells,

“Are you kidding me Jamie, what the fuck was that!?”

The tall black girl looked like she mumbled some kind of apology as Stacey stormed off. At the same time Chelsea noticed this form the top of whatever stunt she was holding you hear her yell to the group to take a break.

After about a minute Bec walks back into the room and instead of going back to her group she walks up to where you are sitting and takes a seat. Her angry look seems to have vanished.

“You actually came, so what do you think?”

“Uhh… I think what you guys do looks real tough, I mean are you okay it looked like you fell pretty hard just then.”

“We work really hard, normally my group is a better but today we are having an off day. I may have got a little mad before but I'm pretty sure I just had Jamie’s nose in my ass.”

“Haha, I guess stuff like that happens a bit with cheerleading.”

“Yeah, chat with Chelsea one day she and her group have had some…interesting falls to say the least-”

“You better not be talking smack about me,” you hear as the brunette from this morning strides over to join the pair of you.

“Hi, I’m Chelsea,” she then pauses for a second the looks mortified, “Oh no it was you Stacey was talking to this morning, please don’t think of me like that, I'm just not a morning person. I normally have my shit together, honestly.”

She looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Haha don’t worry about it, I’m playing for the tennis team at the moment and we have been told that morning training will begin next week so I’ll be suffering as well I promise you.”

“Awesome, see Stacey no one likes mornings. Anyway, with that I had better get back to motivating the rest of these chumps, you guys aren’t the only ones who are gonna be working harder this year. Come on vice-captain your break has been long enough already.”

“Aye aye captain.”

Chelsea turns with a smile and a cute shake of her hips while Stacey rolls her eyes.

“Thanks for coming to check cheerleading out Isabel and remember if you decide tennis isn’t for you to come back and let me know or just come support us anyway.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll see more of you girls in the future.” You think as you watch them walk away. The change in Chelsea between now and this morning is huge, you can definitely see what Andrew likes in her. Petite, toned, a fairly nice rack on her for a small girl even if you had committed to helping Andrew out it didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the view as she walked away.