I bite my lip as I pretend to read my book. I even go so far as to push my glasses higher up on my nose.

The point is to make them think I'm just reading a book as I wait for Glen to finish practice. That I'm just waiting for a ride home.

They can't realize that I'm not just waiting for a ride home from him. They can't find out that I'm just like everyone else. They can't find out that I'm crushing on a cheerleader.

Everyone is after the infamous Ashley Davies, boys and girls alike, even my brother. She's the bisexual head cheerleader whose clothers are barely there and has a bite to match her bark.

I come in here everyday, sit down, and pretend to read my book, when really I'm watching her. I watch her walk in in her skimpy little practice uniform. I watch her go through all her routines. I watch her sweat, cus, yell, and smile too. I watch as she walks to the locker room. I watch as she leaves dripping wet from her recent shower. I watch as she leaves, usually talking on her cell phone.

Everyone sees me as the nerdy strict Catholic virgin with the superstar basketball player and the mega genius for my brothers. I'm usually referred to as either Glen's or Clay's little sister, because I'm a bit of a loner and I'm only known because of my brothers and the occasional comment from a teacher. No one knows that I'm no longer a virgin and no one would ever expect that I would have a crush on a girl let alone be bisexual or even gay, and I want to keep them in the dark. If someone found out, my brothers would find out, and my parents would definitely find out.

I envied all my classmates who could talk to her, flirt with her, and even ask her out. I couldn't do any of them. Everyday I sat in the gym, watching as cheerleaders, basketball players, and other random people did these things. Each second that passed just made my jealousy grow, but it never went anywhere because although Ashley talked, flirted, and listened to every offer, she always replied in the negative. Each time she turned someone down, she did it in such a way that they didn't lose hope. They would all make more attempts, never swayed by her rejection.

She was given the usual stuffed animals, flowers, chocolates, and jewelry, but she had supposedly also been offered a car, summer house, private jet, stardum, her own CD, and several other extravagant things. The main reason it was all believable was because Ashley was also a bit famous. Her father was a rock legend and her mother was an award winning actress and model. Ashley had been in the tabloids since months after she was born. Her parents tried to keep her away from it all, so she showed up in less and less magazines, but as soon as she got older, they were all over her again. When they realized that the more dramatic news revolved around other celebrities, they pulled away once again, but she still showed up in a magazine every now and then. Now I sound like a stalker or an obsessive fan. Sadly enough, I could also be considered both since I only wait in the gym to see her and I have several of the magazines she has been in.

But out of all the days in the gym, living through the torture of watching it all, today would probably be the worse. Glen is going to ask her out today. When I asked him why he thought she'd tell him yes, he told me that she would say yes because they were both hot, and when I mentioned that she was bisexual, he simply stated that it made her hotter and she would be completely straight after him. Of course I knew, if anything, she'd end up being completely gay, but I didn't say anything and just inquired about his plan.

He refused to tell me, so now I am forced to wait and see what happens. The only problem is that he hasn't done a single thing, and practice is almost over. I'm becoming so impatient that I'm about to give up on pretending to read and start to just blatantly stare between Ashley and Glen.

I am able to retain my composure until practice ends cheerleaders and the boys get a break. I flip the page in my book and watch from over the top of it as Glen begins to walk towards Ashley. I hold my breath as he draws nearer. She looks up at him as he gets within a few feet.

Then he walks right by her.

He doesn't look at her at all and just climbs the bleachers. She seems unfased by this rare occurrence and grabs her stuff and heads for the locker room with her friends. She doesn't turn or glance back even once.

I feel Glen sit next to me and turn to him, "That was your big plan?"

He smirks, "That's just the first step.