101: The Special Girl

Fenella’s POV Today, Laird had a friendly match. Of course, I watched to support him. I brought the cheerleading pom-poms that I usually use for school pep squad practice. Although everyone was watching me, I didn't care. I was guiding the supporters to prevent them from getting tired quickly. That's indeed the pep squad's duty. Wearing a red shirt and white skirt, I cheered every time Laird's team hit the ball, even though his team still lost in the end. After the match ended, I approached him, who had finished showering. His hair was still wet, and he sat alone in the front row of the players' changing room. I sat down next to him, but we remained silent. "Did you come?" he asked. "Of course. Didn't you see me jumping around with these pompoms?" I lifted both the red, blue, and white pompoms that were distinctive to his team. "Oh. That's nice," he replied, rubbing the pompoms briefly. We sat silently again in the quiet hallway. I didn't know what he was waiting for, and he didn't say