Chapter 12

“You didn’t say Heather was in charge of the cheerleading team,” I threw a death look Charlie’s way. She had the good sense to look guilty for omitting that one piece of information.

“I knew if I told you you wouldn’t want to join again.”

I rolled my eyes at her but followed her down the bleachers to the race tracks where Heather, Dahlia, and Lola stood with the rest of the cheerleaders. Heather was holding a clipboard and was writing something on it with a marker while Dahlia and Lola were speaking to some of the cheerleaders. Heather looked up from the board and started to speak when she saw Charlie and me. She narrowed her eyes at Charlie and huffed.

“Forge, I thought I told you never to show your face here again? First, you’re short, and second, you peep under our skirts.” She turned to the group of cheerleaders who were now looking our way. “Watch out guys it’s the Skirt Peeper again, be sure to hold your skirts with both hands while doing a flip.”

That was an insult to Charli