Cheer Sitter

Cheer SitterI'm sitting in the student union, the second floor, off to the side under the huge picture of a griffin. That's our mascot. It's a huge oil painting, massive and kind of awesome, especially with the cityscape beneath. It's the kind of picture that’s designed to inspire students. It was probably meant to say something like "You can always achieve your dreams. Don't let anything stop you."Okay, I need a little bit of that encouragement, especially now because I look up from my laptop, and there she is. She's stomping toward me, swinging her arms.Of course, she's gorgeous with her reddish brown hair tied back into that ponytail, her sharp features, her big eyes, her tight waste and her gorgeously toned legs. Yes, she has a perfect body, but there's something else about Julia. I can't name the exact equality.Or maybe I can.It's aggression. Raw and powerful. More than a little intimidating.She might be small and cute, but she is also intimidating. There's something about her scowl and the way she seethes. Like right now, she is marching over to me, her arms rigid, her shoes stomping down against of the carpeted floor."Oh hell," I say, wondering if I should just slam my laptop shut and rush off.It's a silly thought, so I'm obviously not going to do it. If this is going to be my career, then I need to learn to deal with people like Julia."What the hell, dude?" Julia snarls just as she comes within earshot. Her voice cuts through the air, and a couple of other students seated at other tables glance in our direction."Good morning," I say, do my best to appear nonchalant. But I'm nervous and grinning.Silently, I tell myself to be cool. Seriously, this is important. If I want to be a journalist-blogger, then I need to be able to stand up to people like Julia.On our college campus, she's in charge. She's a senior, the captain of the cheerleading team, and generally recognized as the most popular person. This is a big school; that says something.