#Chapter70

“You looked good in the cheerleading outfit,” Jett smiled as he stopped at the door that was at the other end of the hall. I glared up at him. He knew that I didn’t want to join the cheer squad, but Cleo had talked me into it when I didn’t make the football team. I thought the outfits were degrading. I even designed new ones which were the first time my design ideas were rejected.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” The door opened and a smiling woman was on the other side.

“Please come in,” she stepped to the side, making room for us to enter the apartment.

“This is nice,”...