The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 69

She glanced at me through the reflection. "Do you think I'm prettier than you now?"

Then she shrugged. "But it seems kind of pointless since Andre still likes you."

She reminisced, laughing. "He actually told me not long after I kissed him that he only sees me as a sister. Betty, isn't that messed up?"

Now, Sherry seemed to be deliberately mimicking a tough girl, her language peppered with curses. But there was an odd disconnect to it.

I finished washing my hands expressionlessly and left after drying them. As for who Andre liked, I had stopped worrying about that long ago.

Sherry continued to lean against the wall, talking to herself. "But it doesn't matter. I can choose whatever kind of boyfriend I want now. I don't need him anymore."

When I heard that, I didn't think much of her words. Besides, I quickly became distracted by the news that I had been selected to be on the cheerleading squad for the basketball game.

Sherry's unusual behavior slipped from my mind.

I sighed, looking at the class monitor. "I don't want to be on the cheerleading team…"

The class monitor forced a smile. "The teacher is requiring it, though."

To everyone's surprise, Andre also signed up for the basketball game. Usually, he was a loner and didn't socialize with others, so hardly anyone knew he could play basketball.

During the long break, our cheer squad practiced in a corner of the gym while Andre and the boys played at center court.

Terry, a former star player in our class, exclaimed in surprise, "Andre is looking pretty good out there."

"They have no idea we have such a talent in our class!"

"During the first half, they won't be able to guard you; take advantage and score as many as you can, Andre."

Andre casually dribbled the ball, sweat trickling down from his fringe. He lowly grunted in acknowledgment.

After their game, the boys came to watch us practice. I deliberately avoided Andre's gaze, but I kept bumping into Terry's cheerful demeanor. "Thanks to our girl squad for cheering us on! I'll buy everyone milk tea!"

One of the boys chimed in, "Terry's so generous!"

Terry opened the takeout app on his phone and started passing it around for everyone to make their orders.

Just as I grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, Terry stepped in front of me. "What about you? What do you want to drink?"

I shook my head and took a sip of water. "Thanks, but I'm good."

"I'll still order something for you," Terry said.

"She doesn't want anything," Andre chimed in, cutting in beside me before I could respond. "She's lactose intolerant."