Darla crinkles her cute little button nose in disgust.
“No way! Coach Kramer, that’s disgusting!” She’s gets up to walk out.
You can’t help but be disappointed, but you’re not terribly surprised. This has happened once or twice before, and you always have a backup plan.
“Very well Darla, I understand. This year the race for head cheerleader was particularly tight, so I’m sure the runner-up will be happy to hear you’ve turned down the post.”
Darla looks a little surprised at first, but her beautiful eyes immediately shoot daggers at you, and she scowls darkly. She is not going to fall for your reverse psychology. Which is fine, because that’s not what you had in mind.
“Would you like to meet the new head cheerleader then?” Not waiting for a response, you beckon for the girl witing in the doorway.
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