Meanwhile, Hank and his buddies all met in the school gymnasium to watch the cheerleader tryouts. As they took their seats they discussed who might be selected.
"I hope we get some pretty cheerleaders this year. Last year's batch were good and all, but kinda plain, you know?"
"Yeah. We want someone who looks like - that blonde girl down there. Know who she is, Hank?"
As his friend asked the question, Hank looked down to see. His friend was pointing at an unfamiliar girl, chatting happily away with two of last year's cheerleaders with a bright smile on her face. She had fluffy, curly hair the colour of sunshine, and was in a playful outfit with a sparkly pink sweater and a short pink skirt.
"I don't know who she is," remarked Hank, looking slightly dazed, "but I hope she makes the squad!"
His friends all grinned and nudged him, Hank pushed them away, and then the cheerleaders were all taking their places and he briefly lost sight of the pretty blonde girl.
But he noticed her again when it came her turn to try out. The gym teacher called for "Charity", and the blonde girl emerged from the crowd, already standing out with her bright hair and outfit. She gave a playful smile to the onlookers, her bright blue eyes sparkling, and went into a routine that left the entire gym sitting speechless.
Hank sat there with his mouth open. "What a girl!"
"Yeah," his friend agreed. "Looks like we'll have some pretty and talented cheerleaders this year."
As soon as the tryouts were over, Hank got up and hurried from the bleachers with a brief "Excuse me" to his friends, who all smirked at him, knowing where he was going. He had to talk to that girl before someone else did.
Hank met Charity just as she was coming out of the girls' lockers. "Hey - Charity, right? Nice job back there. I was watching." Charity turned to him, looking a little surprised but mostly pleased to be addressed. "I'm Hank. I'm on the team you're going to be cheering for - because you're going to make the squad for sure. So, are you new here?"
Charity nodded. "Yes! My family just moved here. Everyone's been so nice and welcoming so far."
"So," Hank ran his hand through his wavy dark blonde hair and tried to sound casual, "since you're new here - are you doing anything tonight?"
Charity lit up, then immediately arranged herself into a more coy pose and answered in a soft, flirty tone. "Not really, why?"
"How about I take you out to dinner? I can help you get to know your way around the town, tell you more about the football team...."
Charity took a moment to answer, but her bright smile had already answered for her before she did. "That sounds great."
"I hope we get some pretty cheerleaders this year. Last year's batch were good and all, but kinda plain, you know?"
"Yeah. We want someone who looks like - that blonde girl down there. Know who she is, Hank?"
As his friend asked the question, Hank looked down to see. His friend was pointing at an unfamiliar girl, chatting happily away with two of last year's cheerleaders with a bright smile on her face. She had fluffy, curly hair the colour of sunshine, and was in a playful outfit with a sparkly pink sweater and a short pink skirt.
"I don't know who she is," remarked Hank, looking slightly dazed, "but I hope she makes the squad!"
His friends all grinned and nudged him, Hank pushed them away, and then the cheerleaders were all taking their places and he briefly lost sight of the pretty blonde girl.
But he noticed her again when it came her turn to try out. The gym teacher called for "Charity", and the blonde girl emerged from the crowd, already standing out with her bright hair and outfit. She gave a playful smile to the onlookers, her bright blue eyes sparkling, and went into a routine that left the entire gym sitting speechless.
Hank sat there with his mouth open. "What a girl!"
"Yeah," his friend agreed. "Looks like we'll have some pretty and talented cheerleaders this year."
As soon as the tryouts were over, Hank got up and hurried from the bleachers with a brief "Excuse me" to his friends, who all smirked at him, knowing where he was going. He had to talk to that girl before someone else did.
Hank met Charity just as she was coming out of the girls' lockers. "Hey - Charity, right? Nice job back there. I was watching." Charity turned to him, looking a little surprised but mostly pleased to be addressed. "I'm Hank. I'm on the team you're going to be cheering for - because you're going to make the squad for sure. So, are you new here?"
Charity nodded. "Yes! My family just moved here. Everyone's been so nice and welcoming so far."
"So," Hank ran his hand through his wavy dark blonde hair and tried to sound casual, "since you're new here - are you doing anything tonight?"
Charity lit up, then immediately arranged herself into a more coy pose and answered in a soft, flirty tone. "Not really, why?"
"How about I take you out to dinner? I can help you get to know your way around the town, tell you more about the football team...."
Charity took a moment to answer, but her bright smile had already answered for her before she did. "That sounds great."
