The Game

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*the photo above is of the school football team* *#20 is Noah*

•Emma Hayden••POV•

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The end of the school day was here and me and the girls headed home to Becky's place. I made a quick stop on my way to my house first to pick up my uniform and then drove to Becky's.

We first got changed into our cheerleading outfits which were red velvet short capped sleeve crop tops and a short white pleated skort. (Skirt and shorts)

I placed on my white tennis shoes and tied my hair into two french braids going back down my head and ending in a normal braid, parted down the middle. The girls applied their make up to perfection and made sure to have huge grins on their face.

"Alright girls! Are we ready?" Becky asked us. We all gave back worrying nods.

"I'm shitting myself but yes I'm ready." I told her.

"You'll be fine. Deep breaths, I'm sure Noah will be thinking about how hot you look tonight!" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh stop it! I told you it's not anything serious. Just a bit of fooling around. We definitely won't become an item or anything."

"Okay, I'll tell you I told you so on your wedding day." She smiled and walked off to give a pep talk to some of the other girls.

Another ten minutes and it was time we all made our way back to school. The game was going to start in half an hour and we need time to set up, it was also the cheerleaders job to smile and welcome the audience. Basically stand there and look pretty.

"I can't wait! It's going to be so exciting." Becky mused next to me. Some of the girls here didn't use their brain and walked here so we were going to have to fit a large amount of people into only three cars. We were going to have to fit eighteen girls into three five seater cars. Great. We divided it up into fives and then with the remainder three, splitting them up between the three cars.

I was driving and I had kelly shot gun, and Becky, Melissa, Nicole and Rachel all squished into the back seat. "Everyone okay back there?" I asked glancing in the review mirror. I heard a mixture of complaints and girly squeals as a reply.

"Ow Becky, your on my leg! Who's hand is that? Oh my god move over! What are you grabbing? OWW!" I giggled to myself and pulled out of the drive, after waiting for the first two cars.

We arrived at the school in just under ten short minutes and we quickly made our way to the entrance of the pitch.

"Hey, welcome. Hope you enjoy the game. Hello. Glad you could make it. Enjoy, hey." The girls smiled and waved as we greeted the guests. One horrible, slightly drunk jock came on to me.

"Hey babe, time for your cheer dance, on me." He slurred. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I pulled back very uncomfortable. He was from the other school willows, they were playing against us tonight.

"Jason, come on man back off thats Noah Blairs chick." A guy popped around his shoulder, how did he know who I was? And how did he know who Noah was? And why does he think I'm Noah's chick?

"Shit! Look I'm so sorry, please don't tell him." The drunk guy who I now knew as Jason, suddenly had a very panicked looked etched around his face.

"Why? What's Noah going to do?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me? He's your boyfriend you should know, the amount of fights that guy has started with guys from our school. I've lost count." He walked off with his friend to find a place to sit. His words ran around in my head. 'The amount of fights he started, I've lost count, he's your boyfriend you should know, shit! I'm so sorry please don't tell him.'

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