<div class="floatright">(http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/melanie-iglesias-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=666)</div>“To be honest,” she said shrugging, “They weren’t really the sporty type.” she said to Lilah, her friends really had only come along to encourage and support Allison, after all they didn't really need the money.<br/><br/>“But I do wish that you would‘ve been a bit more careful about who you were pushing.” she said, “Not that I don‘t agree with the sentiment, but…” she frowned a bit and tilted her head from side to side, “Whatever.” she said smiling timidly, at Valerie.  But it seemed she was a smidge too late as the tall muscular woman was already into a monologue.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a bad speech either, a little terrifying, but that was probably just because the linewoman looked like she could curl Allison and then drop kick her half way to South Carolina if she wanted to.   When Valerie led into the cheer, Allison was truly petrified.  She knew competitive sports, but this was something else.  Frozen stalk still in her seat she swallowed hard then looked side to side to see if anyone would join in.  Her eyes went back to the imposing woman, she didn‘t want to think about what would happen if no one went along with it.  It really wasn't like her to shy away from a moment to speak up for the team, but for some reason she felt her lips glued together and her legs wobbly as jelly.  She felt like Valerie was looking directly at her waiting for a response.<br/><br/><em>Crap</em>, she squirmed in silence in her seat, glancing desperately at the coach.  Her eyes almost pleading him to say something.