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In Junior Year, Club advisors were collaborating for the celebration of New Haven High’s foundation day. It was a yearly tradition that has been stopped since New Haven High got fed to the bottom of the athletic food chain. But because of the genius addition of one Judy Kim three years ago in the school staff, New Haven High is back on the map. The Scarlets won the title as Champions without a hitch and so did their football team-- the Crimson Griffins.
The cheerleading squad was in very high spirits when they walked in New Haven’s hallways as National winners. Particularly their Captain, with Yena and Sakura in tow. They held their head high for a week, regal and dismissive, strutting on the corridors like they owned the place.
They were over the clouds, convinced that nothing can ruin their plans for the entire year the slightest. That is, until the collaboration was announced.
Yena was cutting her nails with nail clippers when Coach Judy arrived in the locker room. Coach Judy is a very cool woman, at least that’s what Yena thinks. Everyone says otherwise because of how mortifying her routines are, each of them had to spend their weekends not feeling their legs, aching and groaning during sleepovers. But being crowned as Champions made it all worth it. So, she liked to believe Coach Judy is not really that awful, she’s just insanely competitive that her threats and insults get decidedly specific when she’s not satisfied with the results.
“Huddle up rabbits,” she announced, and everyone silently gathered. “The Foundation Day is approaching and for the first time in a decade, New Haven High is blessed with three Champions within a year. Namely, the Glee Club, the Crimson Griffins, and us Scarlets." There was a chorus of purrs and high fives before Coach Kim continued, "The three of these clubs will collaborate and will perform during Foundation Day and its members will be picked through auditions. As it is our first victory since 2009, it is only right that we get most of the spotlight so I want every cheerleader in, clear?”
Everyone nods in agreement.
“When’s the audition Coach?”
“Next week,” Judy said. “I expect you to be worth a competition,” she paused momentarily. “Chaewon will be there.”
“I want my daughter to be impressed by the shape of this pathetic excuse of a team I have molded you,” she sniffs the room and grimaces in disgust, “Epoisse de Bourgogne into. Everyone will be on their best behavior or else someone’s going to hoist the base of the pyramid on their own with salt on their goddamn knees,” there was a static noise before she yelled on her red megaphone, “Understood?”
The cheerleaders winced at the volume then said “Yes coach,” in unison.
“Good, now take a shower you smell like a baby’s vomit,” she yelled on her red megaphone again then walked out of the door. Once Coach Judy was out of earshot everyone started groaning and murmuring.
“Glee Club is for losers,” one cheerleader said.
Yena glanced at Minju, who, to her shock, was calmly tying her shoelaces. Yena feels relieved about it somehow. Chaewon was quite a taboo topic between their conversations. It always struck a nerve to the raven haired girl. Mainly because Kim Chaewon has the nastiest taste for men and some things along the lines of, why is she blatantly ignoring my sexual prowess? and I'm the head cheerleader for fucks sake.
Minju always liked to remind Sakura in her place when the latter teased her about not being good enough for the doe eyed beauty when she knew about Minju's harmless crush. Mainly because Sakura got pissed she wasn’t chosen as the Captain and wanted to desperately crawl on Minju's skin. It was an accusation that Yena knows hits too close to home since their fights always ended up in violence. It only stopped when they finally agreed that instead of being on each other’s face constantly, they should establish peace and walk side by side to reign. To wreck havoc on others to grant themselves sanity. It was rare to see them communicate effectively through words since they’re the type to keep things to themselves and consistently project their anger at things. But both know they’re each other’s opposite side of the coin that neither wants to erase.
They’re too similar in a way yet also different. For one, Sakura is tactless and has a terrible temper. The girl always claimed she grew up in the bad slums of the city, despite her dad being a famous surgeon. She always chews gum, twirls her ponytail, and occasionally rolls her eyes whenever someone does as much as breathe in her direction. She’s the kind of girl that can slap you into oblivion and leave you bleeding during catfights. Minju, however, is calculated and domineering. She’s cunning, cutthroat, gorgeous and smart, the exact formulas for a killer combination-- hence she can easily manipulate people into getting whatever she wants. She’s the HBIC for a reason.
Both have different reasons and triggers that push them over the edge, and they manage it similarly. The only difference between them is that Sakura confronts the source of the anger, meanwhile Minju uses anger to run away from its source.
And Yena, well. She’d like to think of herself as the mediator of the Unholy Trinity. Sakura and Minju are both strong willed and strong minded people, stubborn in their own callous ways. Sakura being stubborn around people and Minju being stubborn with herself. They always get things done albeit they clash often. And Yena, well, Yena is in charge of smoothing the lines, sewing the fabrics, and cleaning up their mess. Both of them always said Yena always knew what to say, what to do. She's perceptive like that. And Yena takes pride in it. Takes pride in keeping this makeshift chaotic family of theirs harmonious and alive.
Which is why she approaches Minju carefully, glancing at Sakura who was already on a hissy fit towards a group of cheerleaders.
“The three of us should audition together, I have a song in mind,” Yena smiled.
Minju was silent for a while-- busy tying her shoe laces-- then raised her brow at Yena. “Is it good?”
Yena smirked knowingly and crossed her arms on her chest. “Oh, it’ll make panties drop for sure.”
Our Coach's daughter's, hopefully.
Yena always wanted to test this theory. To what extent a straight person can remain straight and what straw breaks the bisexuals’ back. She had always believed that Kim Chaewon was straight, either that or she’s homophobic. Because everyone smart enough knew better than to act like Kim Minju doesn’t exist in New Haven High. She made girls think twice about their sexuality and was the subject for New Haven High students’ wet dreams for months. She’s Coach Judy Kim-- her mother’s-- human sized trophy for heaven’s sake.
She’s at the top of the pyramid, and Yena doesn’t know whether Kim Chaewon is just short sighted or she’s just thoroughly frightened to be drawn to Minju’s brilliance. Like moth to a flame.
It was a foolproof plan. Just to see how much chance Minju has on this hopeless crush of hers. Just to know why the other Kim actively ignores Minju’s presence and never acknowledges her unless necessary. If she’s lucky she might get something out of the girl, and if not, then it was time for Minju to move on. Even though she said she already had.
Minju must have noticed her smiling so she grinned in return. Clueless at what's in store for her in Yena’s plan.
“Let me guess, Britney Spears?”
Yena shrugged, which meant that it'll remain a secret until the designated day for practice.
“When’s practice?” Sakura asked, leaning on the locker while chewing peppermint gum.
Minju stood up, stretching her flexible body, “Sleepover. My house. Friday Night.”
Yena and Sakura shared significant smiles, well at least Yena did, Sakura’s smile can be mistaken as a sordid smirk sometimes.
“Wanky.”
Yena nods. Wanky indeed.
This year will surely be different. Yena swore she would patch things up after the disaster Sakura pulled during the summer, not to mention Minju using someone else to drown her jealousy during sophomore year. Both done without her consent and without confirming the show choir captain's sexuality. Honestly, and you’d think they were bright enough to be crowned National Awardee.
She sighed at the painfully embarrassing memories.
Her best friends are morons when it comes to decisions. Hence, Choi Yena makes it her mission to end or hopefully start 2kim’s dance as soon as possible. She prays to the universe for the latter, obviously.
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Sakura knows she can be a bitch sometimes. No, fuck that. She is a bitch always and that’s an irreversible fact. She is the top bitch and she owns it like a crown. She grew up on the wrong side of the tracks for fucks sake. Her dad told her she kicked his balls while she was 16 months old. Imagine that. That and she also called her grandma a pasty white cracker bitch at the age of 7 when she disowned her father for being a homosexual. She was convinced she went out with a bang to enter the gates of hell flamboyantly like the dollar store version of Madonna she is.
It’s the first thing that pisses Sakura to no bounds. Which is why she will never enter Yena’s house, much less step her foot within a mile radius. Because for one, it’s infested with self righteous Christians, fuck, it’s where the spawn of Christ Crusaders breed mercilessly. And second, she doesn’t want them to prohibit Yena from going out with the resident useless lesbian and illest bitch in town. Fuck no. Yena’s too cool to be left alone with a bunch of losers. Minju's house however, is a wonderland. Mainly because Dalton is the chilliest man in the world and they get spoiled rotten by him, by Minju too even if she doesn't admit it.
They’re the only people she can label as her close friends, mainly because they’ve shared embarrassing and vulnerable stories with each other during cheer camp. And Sakura used to argue in their Junior Year that she’s only keeping them at an arm’s length because she doesn’t want them using it against her like dirty laundry. Minju thought the same way, which bordered on a fault because it earned them a couple of verbal insults and weeks being ignored from the spiritually inclined Choi Yena. Because pride is a fickle thing is it not? How can she concede so easily when being prideful was all she has ever known? It was what she was taught. And those two idiots convinced her otherwise after that. Mainly Yena saying that they should stick together, and Minju agreeing that they’ll get stronger that way.
They were right. For the most part. Sakura will never admit it to their faces. She would rather die than be sappy around them. Conceding is one thing but being soft and mushy around those freaks will tarnish her rep for life.
Which is why she’s rolling her eyes when she caught Minju staring at a certain doe-eyed brunette behind her, talking to some jocks and giving flyers.
Pathetic.
Was what Sakura would have said if they were still fighting for the Captain position.
“Got some thongs ready at HQ, M?”
Minju replied with a middle finger.
“I got a lacy brassiere in my bag,” Sakura sipped on her diet cola. “Small," she emphasized with a teasing smirk. "Because those tits are so tiny compared to mine.”
Minju sneered. “Yours look like there's two pepperonis slapped to a cracker wall.”
“You would know, fruit bowl.”
Minju shoved Sakura, earning her a push with a pair of hands on her breast in return.
“Oop, maybe not as small as I thought.”
“I’m going to kil--”
“What’s going on?” Yena plopped down her seat across the table. Her lunch tray in her hands.
“Oh please, as if no one has fondled them before,” Sakura crossed her arms, "Don't go acting like a virgin on me now, lover girl." She purred, which made Minju flush with anger. As if sensing an impending cat fight, Yena kicked both of them under the table.
“Bitch. Like I’m lying?”
“Hi,” said a familiar voice from behind.
Sakura rolled her eyes before turning around and to her surprise, there stood Kang Hyewon and Kim Chaewon in all their sunday dress glory. She hummed thoughtfully when she caught a glimpse of Chaewon with an unreadable expression.
“Hi,” Yena saves her from further embarrassing herself. Not like she cares. Miyawaki Sakura doesn't give a shit.
But Minju does.
Apparently, Minju cares a fuck ton for whatever reason.
“What can we do for you?”
“Coach Kwon told us to distribute these,” Hyewon smiled politely. And boy is it blinding or what.
Sakura took the papers from Hyewon, her eyes lingering for a few seconds before giving it to a smiling Yena and an indifferent Minju beside her, murdering her salad.
“We will see you at the auditions,” Chaewon snides, her voice knowing. “Unless you have other priorities to attend to.”
Then they walked to other tables.
Sakura exchanges a significant look with Yena. Because shit, she had always called it that Kim Chaewon wasn’t as straight as a Born Again christian girl. What made Sakura think she's a christian you ask? It’s either Coach Judy only buys tracksuits and gives her daughter her high school dresses because she’s out of budget or Chaewon always goes to mass everyday. There’s no other explanation for Kim Chaewon and her obsession with her sunday dresses. There’s no air of style nor does she exude even an ounce of sexiness, she's spoiled rotten by her mother and her club advisor, and she's pampered by her clubmates which makes her borderline demanding-- she’s practically placed at the rock bottom of Miyawaki Sakura’s female anatomy and personality standards. And yet here was Kim Minju, the hottest bitch in New Haven-- next to Miyawaki Sakura ofc-- being a useless lesbian around hypothetical christ crusader dress fanatic Kim Chaewon. For what reason? Fuck if she knows? Maybe Minju has some sort of weird fetish for talented doe eyed pretty brunettes that don’t give two shits about her.
And because she’s a judgemental bitch and has awesome gaydar, she knows Kim Chaewon is into the HBIC. She catches her checking Minju out in her slutty cheerleading outfit when the latter thinks no one’s looking. No one can fool Miyawaki Sakura, certainly not Kim Chaewon. She can feel it through her japanese third eye. And nobody fucks with the Miyawaki third eye. They’re overseers. Fucking sue her.
Because that?
She smirked when she caught Chaewon glancing at their direction.
That’s not a look of someone just appreciating the female anatomy for the hell of it, that was the look of someone thinking about all the wonderful ways she can ravage a body. Believe her, Sakura knows that look more than anyone. She has given that smolder to every hot person she sees more than she can count.
And hell knows the Miyawaki Sakura tried, hosting big parties for the two to meet during the summer to finally witness some juicy interaction between the two. But alas, its only fruit was a dejected Minju in the corner, watching Matt and Chaewon make out all throughout the night. And, boy does she mean it when she says a dejected Minju is never a recommended state for a fragile stomach.
Sakura grimaced at the memory. That trump toddler caucasian will never see the light of day if Coach Judy knew he was defiling her sweet baby girl's mouth. Well, she doesn’t know if the idea of her precious head cheerleader and precious only daughter doing the classic under the shirt over the bra technique is quite appealing either. But at least Coach knows what a reliable and tenacious bitch Minju is.
But one thing is for sure. Kim Chaewon is definitely into Minju. And Sakura will press all the right buttons out of the repressed nun during the entire collaboration debacle.