Pom-poms and Guitar picks (gxg) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 17

Kingsley' POV

The crowd roared as the Timberwolves kicked punted the ball down the field. It dropped down in the end zone and rolled out, resulting in a touchback and an automatic start at the 25 yard line.

The two teams gathered around the 25 yard line. There were a few tense seconds before the ball was snapped and the play was in action. Red clashed with blue as the teens collided into each other. The quarterback did a hand off to number 22, who then ran about 5 yards before getting tackled by a Timberwolf.

"22, Jamison, the ball carrier. Down at the 31 yard line, resulting in a gain of 6. Second and four." The announcer called out from the booth.

Daniel Jamison. I had met him a few times while hanging out with Marcel. He seems like a chill enough guy and Marcel said he was pretty good at football. Then again, making varsity as a sophomore in a school this big means you must have some skills.

I looked over at the sidelines to see the cheerleaders going through a chant.

"Are you ready for SHS because we are ready for you!"

They chanted, clapping and shouting in their dumb outfits. Cheerleading isn't even a real sport. God, why the hell did I take that offer? I'm going to have to deal with them for multiple hours?! Ew.

I turned my focus back to the game when I saw everybody around me stand up and start yelling louder than before, which to my amusement I had no idea they could yell much louder than before.

"Number 41, Trevorton the ball carrier. A gain of 27 on the play resulting in a Raider TOUCHDOWN!" The announcer yelled, riling the crowd ever further.

Damn, it hasn't even 30 seconds and we already scored. They're going to get killed, aren't they?

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"Okay folks the ball has been snapped. Duke is looking for an open man, but seems to find nothing. The Timberwolves defense is on him and it looks as if he's about to get sac- wait just a second! Duke is running he ball! He's still going as he crosses the 50 yard line! 40!... 30!... 20!... 10!... And Ladies and Gentleman that is Skyline Raider's very own quarterback, Connor Duke, who takes the ball to the end zone all the way from the Raider's own 10 yard line for another Skyline TOUCHDOWN!"

And for what seems like the 100th time, the Skyline Raiders score again. I didn't have the energy to stand up, let alone give more than a measly clap. You wanna know what the score is?

52-0

It's only fucking half time.

For the love of God I wish I could leave. But then I would feel shitty because I would be bailing on Marcel. And I would be abandoning Ben, Kai, and Madi- although I'm not so sure that they would care. And the press would be all over my ass if I ever attempted to leave early.

Okay and the fact that Mrs. Kaplan asked me to come watch the cheer team. But I'm only staying because I was asked to attend. Because trust me, I would rather sit naked on a hot grill... than willingly go to a football game without being asked.

Speaking of cheerleaders, the cheer squad came out on the field as the football players were exiting. A few of the fied of lights dimmed as two bright spot lights from either side pointed to the center of the field.

I heard various hoots and hollers from the football players as Kelly stepped into the spotlight. I scoffed as she waved to the horny footballers over on the Timberwolves side. Doesn't she have a boyfriend for fuck's sake? Whatever. It's not like I care.

"And now... a halftime show prepared by our Skyline cheer teams coached by Caroline Kaplan!" The announcer's voice booms once more.

The lights suddenly flashed on just for it to go pitch black a second later. Music started up as a spotlight was put onto Kelly with her standing in the middle of the field while the rest of the cheerleaders were back a bit. Her head snapped up when the light was on her, moving only when the beat hit.