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The football team had a state championship game in three weeks. They didn't know it yet, but they weren't playing for a trophy. They were playing for her permission to keep breathing.

"Miss Dredd," the coach whispered, her voice hoarse. "That was... not a standard cheer routine." cheerleader kait dredd

"You heard me." Kait's voice was low, a quiet rumble that cut through the pop song. "This bubblegum crap doesn't fit. You want a cheerleader? Fine. But I don't cheer for the team. The team cheers for me." The football team had a state championship game

Kait leaned against the bleachers, chewing a piece of gum with the slow, deliberate menace of a predator sizing up a herd. Her ponytail was high and sharp, not a single strand out of place. Her uniform—a vintage, slightly-too-small black and crimson squad issue—was pressed within an inch of its life. She didn't smile. Cheerleaders were supposed to smile. That was the first rule Kait Dredd had decided to break. "Miss Dredd," the coach whispered, her voice hoarse