She liked it well enough. Having taken three years of gymnastics even made her good at it. But really, it was an act of desperation. Nothing else could have made her be in the same room as the prissiest members of her school. If only track had cheerleaders!

In a really roundabout way, it was lucky her crush was an all-around athlete. There would have been no other excuse to be in the same room, breathing the same air, or even having a conversation with the student body president and captain of the women's football team.

Connie. The most perfect thing since the invention of a digital card catalog.

And that was the only reason she signed up at the beginning of the year for tryouts. Well, at first. When she realized that joining the cheerleading squad didn't lead to an immediate decline in a person's I.Q., she really got into it. So much so, that she almost forgot the reason she was there. By the end of the season, there was even talk of making Georgia the next captain.

When autumn finally became winter, and the football season was over, Connie diappeared back into the unspoken divide between juniors and seniors. Georgia went back to her books and tried to forget the three months of across-the-field bliss they'd shared even though she was almost positive Connie didn't even know her name.

Until the day before winter break, when Connie came into the library during third period where Georgia was working as the Librarian's assistant. Georgia was a disaster of blushing smiles and nervous laughter as she helped the older girl find research materials for her history class.

And it was there, between political sciences and world history that Connie admitted she wasn't even taking history, that Georgia got her first kiss, and that both agreed to meet over winter break to study.

But study what, Georgia couldn't wait to find out.