In general, Glory didn't like to say mean things about people, particularly behind their backs. But Sasha did have a point about Becca's relative insanity. She really didn't know why the head cheerleader saw fit to pick on her either, and she was starting to suspect that hadn't been Becca's decision to allow her onto the team in the first place. Her eyes widened a little at Sasha's suggestion, though. No one (except her sister and, more recently, Dietre) had ever offered to put themselves in harm's way for her, and although she was flattered by the suggestion, she certainly didn't want to get Sasha in trouble.
"Oh no, that's okay. Don't trip her. She'll probably just turn all her wrath on you and that won't be good either." Glory sighed. "At least she's a senior. She won't be around next year." Honestly Glory wasn't sure if one of her protégés would be any better, but at least in little while it would be there grade at the top of the heap. They'd just have to wait until that day arrived and suffer in silence until then. At least... that's what Glory planned on doing.