My Hot Step Brother Wants Me
As captain, I have never been so harsh with punishment, but all that was about to end now.
I turn to the other girls who were just as flabbergasted as Athea. “Anyone have something to say?” the girls all shrink, too scared to speak or shake their heads. “We go over the choreography again. I want perfection. Your steps, hair, and breathing should be coordinated. And if I am not satisfied, you will all go over it again. If it’s too much for you, feel free to leave.”
My tone is colder than the Serbian winter and so no one dared to grumbled. My decision as cheer captain was final; even if it takes up to the cheer coach, it will not be revoked. I had that much authority.