The Cheerleader and the Football Player

16 year old MacKenzie is the shy girl at school. She doesn't go out and party a lot or get drunk or have a million boyfriends. She is a level 10 gymnast, but she never though about going out for the cheerleading team. She ends up trying out, and befriending the other shy girl, and falling in love with her new friends twin brother. But what could happen when she gets injured and the doctors tell her she can never do gymnastics again? Will she give up? Or will she find a way to do it anyway.

*In this story Harry is famous, but he has always been the popular boy in school and nobody treats him that different for being famous and he is a football player, the star quarterback to be exact. And I know he only has an older sister, Gemma, but for the sake of the story, he has a twin sister.*


7. Well You Fucked Up

I know what your thinking. Why no. Well its actually not that simple. For one thing its because of Tori.

14  hours prior

"MacKenzie! Come sit with me!" Tori called as she saw me in the cafeteria at lunch. I went over and sat with her. We started talking about stupid things like The Wanted and Little Mix. Then she started asking like serious questions. "So why are you doing cheer?" She asked as she took a bite of her chicken sandwich. "Well I want to apply for early admissions at the University of Cambridge so I need more extra curricular activities. What about you?" I asked as I sipped my water. "Well, its like really long and boring of a story." She said, but its like way she said it that I knew she wanted to tell me. "Tell me." I said. "Ok. Well everything thats ever like been mine or I do, my brother and sister take it from me. I got a new doll for Christmas, Gemma took it from me and it was Gemmas doll. I sang before Harry did. I was singing ever since I could talk. But as soon as I got really good, Harry got himself a band and auditioned for the X Factor and became famous. I started photography 2 years ago. I got this really expensive high- quality camera and Gemma took it and told my parents that I lost it and she rewraped it and made it look like she bought it for herself. Shes a photography major now. Everything that was mine they take from me. Gemma doesnt know I do cheerleading and Harry would never do it. If Gemma found out, she would probably try out at her school and be like captain and stuff. Cheer is the one thing thats mine." She said as she looked down. "I mean that cant be completely true. Your friends are yours." I said trying to make her feel better. She shook her head. "You know Katherine Morre? She used to be my best friend. Harry dated her and dumped her and now she hates me. Im telling you MacKenzie. Nothing is mine."

Back to reality

How could I do that to her. I mean its not like she would have any right to get mad at me if I dated him. But how could I do that. Another reason I said no, was because I'm so shy. Harry gets a ton of attentiuon all the time. I hate attention and I'm still a little unsure of how cheer is going to go becasue I'm so shy. I said no because of the attention I would get.


I ran into my house after I rejected Harry and tears were streaming down my face. 'From Harry: Babe please answer me.' I obviously wasnt going to answer him. How could I? I just rejected the guy I've had a crush on for the past 2 years becasue of his sister. My life seems so fucked up.

THE NEXT DAY-Period 9 Biology

"New seats!" Mr Davis said as he walked in. This was pretty predictable right? I just reject him and hes in my biology class and were getting new seats. "I'm going to put my top students together, MacKenzie and Harry sit here." he said. I got up and moved my belongings to my new seat. Harry sat down right next to me and completely ignored me. "Well hello to you too." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Not in the mood MacKenzie." he said. "Not in the mood for what? Me to say hello?" I asked trying my best to look innocent. "No im not in the mood to deal with some physcopathic bipolar bitch, who doesnt know what the fuck she wants." he shouted at me.

I sat there in awe of what he just said to me. Tears started to fill in my eyes, but I never let them spill out onto my checks. "Mr. Styles. Principle now." Mr Davis said. He screamed at me so loud Mr. Davis heard him. "Ms. White please go too." he said. "Me? I didnt do anything!" I protested. "Go." he said. I got up and walked down to the principles office. Harry sat there, with his arms folded and a pissed off look on his face.

Mr. Greene the principle came out of his office and called us both in. "Harry, why are you here this time?" Mr. Greene asked. "Becasue MacKenzies a bitch." Harry repsonded. I rolled my eyes. "MacKenzie, why is he here." he asked me.  "Becasue he called me a 'physcopathic bipolar bitch who doesnt know what the fuck she wants'" I quoted him. He rolled his eyes. "And Harry why did you say that?" He asked. "Becasue she is a physcopathic bipolar bitch" Harry said again. "Harry, attacking someone based off of their disability is not something to joke about or to say in general." Mr. Greene said. "Shes not bipolar. I was just mad at her. I wasnt attacking her calm down." he said. "Mr. Styles," Mr. Greene started, but I finished for him. "Harry did it ever occur to you that maybe I am? Maybe not every person you meet spills their guts to you and not every person on earth wants to date you? Ok yes I am bipolar but you never even cared enough to ask now did you. Mr Greene, with all due respect, Im not the one who screwed up here. I'm going to class." I said as I stood up and walked out of the principles office. I never told him I was bipolar. I never told anyone. I always took my medication, so I was always fine. But it still hurt when he said that to me.

When I was little, my parents sent me to a theropist because of it. When all the kids at my old school found out, they teased me and called me physco and crazy and mental and sped and retarted. About anything negative like that, I was called it. When I moved to Holmes Chapel when I was 11, I didnt tell anyone about it. I never went to a theropist and I never mentioned it. It was still really sensitive to me and the fact that he said that sucked.




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