Speaking of out of hand, the moment I stepped onto the basketball court, I was met with a sea of accusing stares that held the disdain I had seen in my classmates' eyes earlier. I felt myself shrinking under their scrutinizing gazes, hoping desperately that they don't hold any grudges towards me too for something I had no idea of.
The cheerleaders avoided me like a plague with sideways glances casted towards me and them purposefully steering clear. I had no choice but to sit out on the routine, both to avoid the risk of being targeted intentionally and also my ankle wasn't fully healed yet. As I watched them perform, it was hard to believe that these girls where the same ones I had practiced with so often. Diane, who had always seemed like a kind and non-judgmental leader, now seemed... different. It was heartbreaking to see how quickly their demeanor could change, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal at their cold attitude.