You tried not to meet her bright green eyes, focusing on the "Go Chargers!" banner that was hanging at the end of the hallway instead. Those green eyes. Those same eyes that had watched you admirably complete dance routine after dance routine. Those same eyes that had scanned the A Squad list with you. Those same eyes whose friendship you had been forced to reject by Kelli and Tiffani and all of the other cheerleaders who had changed their names to end with an 'i' just so they could dot it with a heart. You were passing your ex-best friend now and wished for nothing more than to grab her left hand while slapping her right hand, proving you still remembered the secret handshake.
"Hey, c'mon! The pep rally is about to start!" Candi squeals in that 'I'm ten years old and it's my birthday' pitch as she grabs your arm. She drags you through the crowded halls, leaving your past buried.
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