“You tried out for what in my body?!”
“I didn’t just try out,” Brandon said, munching on some chips. “I made the team. Coach wants me starting, I think.” He spoke so nonchalantly it made Tracy want to kill him even more.
She yanked the bag of chips out of his hand. “Ugh, where do I even start with you? First of all, stop making me eat this junk. Second, what the hell happens when I’m back in my body and can’t pull off all those loop-d-loops and dunks you’re showing off to everyone?”
“First,” he said, mocking her tone, “you should be thanking me for getting your body in way better shape. So I’mma eat what I want. And second, your body isn’t dunking anytime soon you can trust me on that. But you’re wasting all those squats and hip thrusts if you’re not out there hooping.”
Tracy folded her arms and fell silent, her eyes narrowing in thought. Brandon smirked to himself, thinking he’d won the argument. He was already imagining a semester of banging bodies in the paint and some locker room camaraderie.
Soon Tracy broke her silence, cutting his fantasies short. “Okay, I guess you won’t mind if I sign you up for cheerleading tryouts. They’ve been short on guys for years, and I know Coach would love having you on the squad.”
Her smirk was pure evil as she tossed back the chip bag at his chest and strutted out of the room. Brandon froze, “Wait, what? Tracy, come on, you can’t—wait!”
