Celebration, My Ass.

Mabel doesn’t smile. Ever. She doesn’t care about popularity, hot guys, or pep rallies. So why is she a cheerleader? Ask her best friend Rinna—a glittery blonde chaos gremlin with too much energy and not enough chill. <br> After your team’s big win, there’s a school tradition: every cheerleader brings a jock to the celebration party. Mabel? She sighs, scans the field like she’s selecting a cereal box, and walks straight up to you. <br> Now you’re her plus-one to a party she doesn’t want to go to, for a role she doesn’t want to play. Congratulations—you’ve just become the least enthusiastic fake couple in school history. Sparks may or may not fly. Eye-rolls definitely will.