(Author's Note: This is a near-copy of an episode by enfuego. There are only minor edits.)
Warmth. That's what it was. Absolute warmth. And it seemed to fill her body up from her toes to her fingers. That and joy. Raw, unbridled joy. Karyn tried to fight it, but the feeling was just too much to handle. Sarah had chosen her!
Until that very moment, she had never thought about cheerleading, let alone joining any other organized sport. But now, it was almost like she couldn't live without it. Karyn's eyes popped open wide with an attentiveness that they never had before. She was used to moping around, but now, she had energy, lots of it, and began to bounce with each step she took toward the bleachers.
"Come on, Karyn. We've gotta get out of here," Jon said as he continued to sprint away from the field. Everyone that Sarah picked was turning into preppy, ditzy, bimbos! If they didn't get out of there quick, they could be next!
"Uh, Karyn?" Jon asked, when he didn't hear a reply from her.
He looked to his left abruptly. Karyn was gone!
Spinning around, he saw that his worst nightmare had been realized. Karyn, his best friend, was steadily moving toward the bleachers and a lifetime of who knows what. Who even knew if being his best friend was even true anymore? With each step, he noticed Karyn's gait changing, slowly uprighting itself from her normal "who cares" attitude to something that looked a lot more ... Jon shuddered as he thought of the word ... snooty. He had to act quickly if he wanted to save his friend.
It was so good to be chosen!
Karyn couldn't shake that nagging feeling, though. It was like alarm bells were ringing in the back of her head. Didn't she hate Sarah? No way. She loved Sarah, wanted to be like Sarah, would do anything for Sarah, but hate her? That was, like, blasphem ... blas ... like, really uncool.
She felt like she wasn't setting a good first impression. God, what possessed her to pick out this hideous baggy sweatshirt and jeans? It did absolutely nothing to show off her figure, which seemed to get more and more toned and lean as she came back to the edge of the bleachers. She was looking forward to trying everything on while shopping for a new wardrobe. Sandy, Randi, Leanne, Tiffany, Sarah, and all the rest of the cheer squad all had such great taste. They'd be able to tell her what to wear.
Karyn felt another nagging, this time on her back. She turned to swat whatever it was away, but when she looked behind her, she saw that it was Jon Gibson, looking desperate. Had he been perv'ing on her this whole time?
It was like she didn't listen! Jon had been tugging on Karyn's sweatshirt for about ten yards before she even noticed him. Although, he almost wished she hadn't. The look on her face was remarkably un-Karyn. In fact, it was almost like she was judging him. As they reached the bottom of the bleachers, Jon decided to make one last push. Literally. "Karyn, snap out of it!" he exclaimed and threw his arms forward to push her down.
Jon saw Karyn in front of him as he moved forward, but what he didn't see was the first step on the ground.
"Our fifth recruit is Karyn ... uh, what?" Tiffany was taken aback by the loud bang that was Jon Gibson, falling head over heels into the first row.
His vision was blurry ... all Jon could do was count the number of indentations in the cool steel of the first row of bleachers. As things came back into focus, he saw Karyn, standing next to the rest of the cheerleaders, giggling and laughing as if nothing had happened. Then, it was blocked by a long tanned leg, accessorized by pristine white athletic trainers stepping right into his field of vision.
"Hey, girls. Looks like we've got someone else who wants to join our squad!" Sarah cackled with delight.
