Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 22~

"Raven, hurry up, or we're going to miss their big entrance." 

I cock an eyebrow at an excited Brenna. She was decked out from head to toe in our school's colors. Blue and white. Well, practically everyone was, since it was the pep rally for our first home game. Posters in blue and white were everywhere, along with cut outs of some of the most favored players on the team. I haven't seen everyone this excited since we brought home the championship trophy three years in a row. We're all hoping this year won't be any different.

"You just want to see Everett," I teased. 

Brenna gives me a wide grin, not at all fazed by my goading. "So? That's my man." She said it so offhandedly, that I had to wonder if she was the same girl Seth told me wasn't interested in Everett just two days ago. It must have been one hell of a 'talk' he had with her to convince her that fast to give him a chance. One in which, got Brenna this happy whenever his name is mentioned. 

"Aren't you excited?" I give Brenna a blank look, to which, she chuckled. Am I happy to see Seth in his football gear looking delicious as always? Yes. Am I happy to be going at 8 in the morning? No.

I put the last of my books in my locker along with my bag, and shut it. Brenna releases a audible sigh of relief, to which, I rolled my eyes. There was no way I was going to be swallowed into a crowd with excited teens with a heavy backpack, hence, why Brenna and I had to take a quick detour to my locker instead of following the crowd of students heading to the back entrance of the gym, leading to the football field. 

Brenna hooks her hands through mine, and pulls me into the direction with everyone else. When we make it out the field, Brenna pulls me into the direction of the bleachers that were quickly being filled out by students. Despite us being a bit behind because of the little stop at my locker, we managed to get seats that had a great view of the field. 

"Damn, they should have a pep rally everyday if it means this much excitement," Brenna joked. I laugh quietly under my breath, silently agreeing with her. Everywhere you looked was blue and white, and although we always show our support for our football team, this was just crazy. I even saw a guy with half his face painted in blue and the other half in white. People had posters with Seth, Everett and Lucian's faces on it, chanting their name like a mantra. 

It didn't matter that the game would be later this evening and fate hadn't yet decided which team would win or loose. Everyone was damn confident in our boys that they'd let that trophy stay here. If there was one thing everyone had in common at New Hampton High, it's that we all took football very seriously. 

The crowd grows quiet as Mr. Steeple, our principal, walks onto the raised platform on the field and raises his hands. He says a few words regarding our unbroken streak of championship wins and states how proud he is of our school. The head couch, Mr. Hemming, is next to say a few words, and he encourages the team on their hard work that they've put in this year. He hands the microphone back to our principal whose announcement makes the crowd go wild. "Now it's time to welcome our boys, the New Hampton High Lions!"

Everyone's eyes turn to the tunnel at the right side of the field when the boys starts pouring out, wearing their football gear. They huddle together for a second or two, before breaking a part, raising their helmets in the air chanting, "Hampton Lions!" The crowd follows suit, and I had to cover my ears when the guy sitting to my left shouted so loud, I could feel my ears ring. My eyes scan them down below, looking for Seth, and when I do find him, my breath hitches from how damn hot he looks. His blonde hair is a bit messy, but I always find myself loving it that way. His muscular, tan arms swings by his side as he throws his head back, laughing at something Everett said, and an involuntary smile makes it way onto my face.