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different group of girls.
    Dakota smiled, seemingly triumphant . For what? Being a bitch? I rolled my eyes, joining my legs together and bending over until my face was touching my kneecaps.
    “Did you notice all the new girls?” Sydney plopped down on the ground beside me, leaning back and relaxing in the grass. That girl never stretches. I’ll never understand how she doesn’t pull a muscle or sprain a leg.
    I looked around at the other girls, surprised to realize most were strangers. There were five new girls—probably freshman. Also, I couldn’t miss that tangled mess of red hair—Mariella Martin was here, of course.
    “Genevieve would have wanted me to fill her shoes. I have to try out, in honor of her memory…” She was still maintaining that bullshit?
    “Ugh,” I muttered, standing up to jog in place.
    “Tell me about it. She’s such a fake,” Dakota snapped, staring at me upside down from where she was bent over in a backbend.
    “The last thing Genevieve would have wanted was for her to get a spot on the team,” I muttered, noticing a dark-haired freshman girl standing next to Winter. She looked familiar, but she had to be new to Harrow…she definitely wasn’t in any of my classes…
    Suddenly, the new girl turned, running across the grassy midway. Much to my shock and dismay, she performed a running double full flawlessly.
    “What the—?” Dakota dropped from her backbend and stared—as did everyone—surprised to see such a difficult stunt performed by a freshman. By anyone , in fact. I don’t think I’d ever seen a double full, unless it was on YouTube or TV.
    When she finished, the girl casually walked back over, prepping for another tumbling stunt. A few of the new freshmen girls excitedly clapped for her. “Who is she?” I asked, still watching the girl in wonderment.
    “That’s Lauren,” Sydney said, staring at the girl as she performed another flawless tumble—this time a full layout. Her landing was perfect, the technique poised and strong.
    “Lauren is in a few of my A.P. classes,” Sydney added.
    “But isn’t she a freshman? I’ve never seen her before,” I mused.
    Sydney nodded. “She was supposed to be a freshman, but she’s way smart. So smart, they let her skip ninth grade. That girl is smart and funny. Pretty and cute. Not to mention she’s dating the hottest new guy in school, Jordan.”
    “Jordan? Jordan who ?” I whipped around to look at my Jordan, running with the boys on the track. His eyes were on Lauren, watching her perform a set of perfectly formed toe touches.
    Her shoulder length black hair glistened in the sun. Damn. That girl is hot shit , I had to admit.
    Hearing about her and Jordan made me want to puke on my shoes. Now my stomach felt like it would at the end of the rollercoaster ride—nauseous and regretful for riding in the first place…
    Now I know why she looks familiar , I thought, remembering the random girl riding home with us after school yesterday. I was so in shock, too confused, and preoccupied to realize she might be his girlfriend…
    Thinking a guy like him was single…so stupid of me!
    “Yep. That Jordan,” Dakota chimed in. Was it just me or did she seem to enjoy the fact that I was jealous?
    Relieved to see Coach Davis crossing the track, I huddled with the other girls. Screw Jordan . I just needed to focus on tryouts. Especially now that I know how tough my competition will be this year.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    After respectfully saying a few words to mourn Genevieve, Coach Davis divided us up into teams, having the veterans teach the new girls a group cheer just like we did last year. Only this year, I was one of the veterans. Which felt pretty cool, I must admit.
    With Genevieve gone— dead , I corrected myself—there were only three of us veterans. Me, Dakota, and Sydney. After learning the cheer, Coach Davis announced the girls each of us would be teaching.
    I had Mariella Martin—