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broad, tan shoulders.
    “Sure.” I smiled, the panic I’d felt earlier gone but not forgotten. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I still couldn’t help wondering if Brittani was the one who killed Genevieve. She was known to do whatever it took to reduce the competition, including dropping a girl from a stunt last year. That drop resulted in a broken leg that took nearly a year to heal correctly.
    Jordan dropped me off at Home Room. “Good luck at tryouts today!” he shouted, smiling so sweetly it made my stomach drop, like the good kind you get when you fall from the peak of a rollercoaster…
    And in all of the chaos, I’d nearly forgotten about tryouts…

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    The Sociopath
     
    Violets are blue.
    Roses are red.
    Genevieve lost her nose.
    Now you’ll lose your head…
     
    Chuckling to myself, I tucked the note inside the locker, pleased with my latest poem. What do you know? I can be smart and artsy.
    If they thought they could get rid of me by sending that moron Ashleigh away, they were dead wrong…not only will I eliminate the competition, but I’ll cut them up.
    One. By. One.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Amanda
     
    Despite my concerns about Brittani’s possible guilt, I was still excited about tryouts. This is what I’d been waiting for all summer! Not only was it my chance to be a “veteran” on the cheerleading squad, but it was our first year entering the 2016 All Star Cheer Competition in Dallas, Texas.
    Everyone knows it’s the most coveted cheer trophy in the country, and I had to make the team so I could get a chance to compete, and because I wanted to cheer for Jordan.
    Coach Dolly Davis’s voice rang out over the intercom, notifying all cheerleading hopefuls that the first day of tryouts would be held outside next to the track.
    Because of Genevieve’s crime scene , I thought, nervous jitters rushing back to the pit of my stomach.
    At the sound of the bell, I made my way outside to the track, eager to run or tumble or practice lifts…anything besides thinking about Genevieve.
    The boys’ basketball team were running on the track. I immediately recognized Ronnie, Genevieve’s boyfriend and my ex, standing with the basketball coach, Coach Purnell, on the sidelines. Unlike Mariella’s phony act this morning, it was obvious Ronnie had been up all night last night, and that he’d been crying.
    His cheeks were raw and red, and he had ugly bluish-black circles beneath his eyes.
    Ronnie’s an asshole. He screwed me and Dakota over last year, but at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. He obviously had nothing to do with Genevieve’s death if he was this distraught over losing her.
    A group of girls were clustered in the grassy middle of the track. I made my way toward Dakota and Sydney. They smiled as they saw me coming, waving me over excitedly.
    I guess Dakota’s not mad at me anymore. That’s one good thing, I suppose…
    But then a flash of white-blonde hair intersected me. Winter stopped in front of me, slightly breathless and sweaty, but glistening in the way that only a rare breed of girls can do when they’re working out.
    “Hey, girly!” She jogged in place.
    I tried my best to smile back, sneaking a peek at Dakota’s sour face behind her.
    “Hey, there.” I kept walking, heading toward my two best friends.
    “I’m so excited, aren’t you?” Winter asked, tightening her ponytail as she fell in step beside me. I had no choice but to lead her straight to Dakota.
    I suddenly felt awkward and irritable. It’s not my problem if Winter and Dakota have history. I have enough on my plate without their childish drama.
    I plopped down in the grass, spreading my legs in a V and raising my arms up high above my head to stretch them. Dakota and Winter stared at each other, having their own version of a Mexican standoff.
    “Talk to you later,” Winter mumbled to me, walking toward a