Some time later, Pandora is at her locker, going through it. She finishes up and as she closes it, Jemma is there suddenly, somewhat startling Pandora.

"Oh, geez, you know you really gotta stop doing that." Pandora says.

"So... cheerleading eh?" Jemma asks, almost as if it's an accusation.

Pandora looks around, trying to figure out where the question came from. She eventually returns to Jemma.

"How did you hear about that?" Pandora wonders in response.

"The internet. It's all over the school chats." responds Jemma before adding, "Apparently you're a shoe in."

"Is that what they're saying? I'm surprised my life is that interesting." insists Pandora, trying to avoid talking about it.

"Well, you are the principal's daughter. It kinda makes you important... to the school, I mean." Jemma tries to deflect the implication of her words.

"Really? Just to the school?" Pandora prods playfully.

"Yeah... why?" Jemma responds just as playfully, before adding, "Well, also I was kinda curious."

They smile at each other as they start to move away from Pandora's locker. Neither of them says anything for a few steps.

"So?" asks Jemma.

"So what?" fires back.

"Cheerleading?" Jemma tries again when Pandora tries to evade the question.

"Right... well, I... I guess I just wanted to find a way to be a bigger part of the school. I'm still new here and I figure it's a good way to get to know people. Make more friends and all that... you know?" suggests Pandora with uncertainty while trying to make it work.

"Didn't your big party kinda do that already? Wasn't that pretty much the whole point?" Jemma comes back with.

"Yeah but, turns out... lots of people came to the party, but most of them forgot who actually threw the party in the first place. I got almost no friend requests after. Although that could be because..." says Pandora but stops herself.

"Because what?" inquires Jemma.

Pandora doesn't answer right away, taking a few moments, "Never mind, it's not important."

"Come on, tell me." insists Jemma.

"Well... things got kinda crazy after the party. That probably has something to do with it. So, yeah... I figured I should get more involved and maybe get people to like me. Besides, it's like you said, I'm the principal's daughter. If anyone should have school spirit, it's me." again Pandora tries to explain without making it seem suspicious.

Jemma watches Pandora for a while, "You're sure that's it?"

"What else would it be?" Pandora responds.

Again Jemma watches Pandora, clearly not convinced, "It's just..."

"Pandora!" a voice calls out, cutting Jemma off.

Both Pandora and Jemma look to the voice, which is Nina. She walks up to both of them.

"Don't you check your email?" Nina angrily asks.

Pandora is confused as she pulls out her phone and checks her email, "Why?" then finds the email and opens the attachment, "What's this?"

"It's a manual." declares Nina as if the answer seems obvious.

That takes Pandora a minute to register, "Sorry, what?"

"A manual, you know, the playbook? For our cheers? Read it, study it, don't screw it up." explains Nina, again annoyed and trying to get away as quickly as she can.

There's a few more distracted moments as Pandora and Jemma look at each other trying to decide what to think.

"Does this mean I'm in?" Pandora finally asks.

"No, we only give our moves out to people who aren't on the team. That makes it a lot harder to do our job." Nina fires back sarcastically.

"Awesome, thank you!" says Pandora appreciatively.

"Just try not to drop me and get me killed will you?" Nina says as she walks away, "First practice is tomorrow. Make sure you know what you're doing."

Jemma turns to Pandora, "I guess the internet was right."

"I guess so."

A long silence follows as Jemma watches Pandora for a moment with a smile on her face.

"What?" asks Pandora, clearly curious.

"Nothing... just... I'm looking forward to seeing you in that outfit." Jemma says with a playful grin growing on her face.

That makes Pandora smile, "Play your cards right, and I'll let you be the first one to see me in it."