Bring It On: Acotar AU
There were two things Feyre Archeron was absolutely sure of.
First, the lights were going to blind her squad and probably cause Ianthe to fault the toss.
And second, she was going to throw up all over her brand new shoes and stain their perfectly white canvas a murky shade of vomit yellow.
Feyre whipped around, her golden brown ponytail stinging her cheeks from the quick movement. Her mouth quirked into an intimidated smile when she realized who it was.
“Amarantha,” Feyre exhaled nervously, wringing her hands together in a web of uncertainty. What was she doing here, just moments before the squad went on stage?