As they walked through the hall to their English class, Abbie and Chloe spotted a pair of cheerleaders blowing kisses at them. They recognized the pair as Charlee Baker, a freckled girl with long blonde hair, and Pradha Chaudhari, an Indian-American girl with light brown skin, thick black hair, and a bright red bindi between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Abbie and Chloe were very familiar with the pair; Charlee and Pradha were quite taken with the two basketball players and often invited them over for foursomes.
"Hi, Abbie," Charlee grinned flirtily. "Long time, no see!"
"Think you'd be interested in a little 'fun' after school?" Pradha asked with a wink.
"There's something Chloe and I need to do first," Abbie said. "Coach Mitchell-Erickson has some last minute work for us the the equipment storage. Hey, wanna tag along?"
Charlee made a face. "Ew, no! Why'd we wanna lug around sports equipment for, like an hour?!"
Chloe grinned impishly. "Oh, you never know. There might be more to it than meets the eye."
Pradha, easily the smartest of the pair of cheerleaders, raised an eyebrow. "You're implying something, aren't you. What's the secret?"
Abbie leaned in and whispered. "You know Selena Lyall and Jezebel du Charme? They've got this fabulous secret... they aren't human. For one thing, Jezebel's a succubus. Furthermore, both of them just used a magic brush to become weretiger herms... and they think we might wanna join them."
"Ohmigawd, really?!" Charlee gasped.
Pradha just shook her head. "This all sounds like some kind of prank. I know that Stokerville can feel a little... weird sometimes, but I'll need some proof before I just shrug and accept that there's demons and weretigers going to school with me."
"Then come to the equipment storage with us," Chloe said. "Naomi Miller and Coach Mitchell-Erickson will be there, too, and maybe some people Selena or Naomi dig up. Selena and Jezebel will have all the proof you could ever need."
Pradha thought about it. "Okay... but this had better not be a plot to trick us into helping you clean up your crap!"
"Yeah," Charlee agreed, "that'd be seriously uncool of you."
"If you are lying, you can just kiss our foursomes goodbye," Pradha hissed.
"Oh, we'd never jeopardize those," Chloe giggled. "You'll see. Bye!" Then the two Cheetahs sprinted off to class, leaving two very confused cheerleaders behind.