Ditched My Toxic Duo for a Billionaire Upgrade novel Chapter 55

Chapter 8

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

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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.”

Terry chuckled in mock disbelief, “Come on, Andre! You two broke up, but I can’t pursue her? Why do you still feel so possessive over your ex?”

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Terry was a field–playing juggler, quickly changing his girlfriends. I didn’t take his words to heart.

Before long, he’d move on to a new target.

After complaining, Terry walked off with a hint of disappointment.

We practiced for too long, and I drank water in quick succession. Andre slightly frowned at me. “Your stomach is sensitive. Don’t drink too much cold water. I’ll bring you a thermos of hot water tomorrow.”

He hesitated before softly adding, “Is that okay?”

I tightened the cap on my water bottle and didn’t look up. “If you say one more thing, I’ll definitely drop out of the cheer squad.”

Andre’s lips turned pale as he fell silent. He didn’t seem to feel much emotional upheaval from my words, but his expression carried an expected loneliness.

On the day of the game, our class monitor got some inside info. The cheer squad from the opposing class not only shouted collective cheers but also called each team member’s name for encouragement.

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The monitor insisted we should mimic them, so I had to fake a smile and yell “Andre, go!” from the, sidelines after finishing the dance.

At half–time, Andre became the sole focus on the court. He was fast and agile, scoring the most points. Of course, a big reason was his looks.

When the buzzer for halftime sounded, he tossed the ball aside and rushed over to me, wiping the sweat from his brow, clearly nervous. “Can I get a bottle of water?”

I handed him a bottle without saying a word.

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