The Cheerleader is a Football Player

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Ugh. My arms hurt! I though as I attempted to French braid my bangs.

Several minutes later had braided well enough that my still damp hair looked good and I could put the rest of it in a bun.

I got home late last night after our competition. Being in a stuffy convention center really tired you out.

Oh yeah, we placed first! And I hit my pass which made Rylie and my parents really proud.

After getting home at like, 11:30 p.m., I had to take a shower to get all the sweat off me and the loads of hairspray out of my hair. Only to get to bed at the lovely time of 12:45.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. But my wonderful slumber had to be rudely interrupted by my horrible alarm clock. Yay, time for school.

Competition directors should stop holding their competitions on Sundays.

Now I'm looking into my closet for something to wear. An easy decision....usually but today I can't make up my mind. I could wear the shirt I got yesterday with the name of the competition (Jeeez, I'm saying that word a lot) on it but it would be very risky knowing that I would run into the school cheerleaders at lunch, or in class, or in the hallway, at my locker, or even at football practice knowing they're in the locker room changing after their practice. Ugh. That's why I'm not a school cheerleader and just a school football player...if that makes any sense.

They always ruin my fun. My boys don't even know that I cheer for Southern Elite. They would come to all my local competitions and support me. But nooooo, they would let it slip and they school cheerleaders would find out and ruin me socially. Which would really suck because I'm the quarterback we are automatically given a high rank in popularity and I sort of don't want that ruined. (I hope I don't sound self-centered)

Finally deciding on what to where, I put on my torn, light colored jeans and a blue shirt with out schools name on it.

Lame right.

As I was putting on my grey vans my phone went off signaling I had received a text.

I walked over to my desk where my phone was sitting on a couple books, charging.

I picked up my cracked iPhone and shook my head at the massive cracks it had in the right corner of the screen. I can't believe I sat on it that hard. Anyway, I unlocked my phone only to see the text was from my bestest friend Andy.

Andy Thomas was on the football team as well. He was my wide receiver and was a pretty good one. But Andy was also ride to school.

The text read "Be ready in 20 minutes or I'm dragging you out of the house by your hair even if you're in your in your underwear.  

-Love Andy"

"Harsh" was my simple reply.

20 minutes later I was just standing around for Andy ready for him to drag me to school in my underwear. Note the sarcasm. Andy is late. And I'm wondering why he was threatening me to be ready on time.

After about 5 minutes I heard the honk of Andy's horn. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door yelling a goodbye to my mom and brother, Peter, before shutting the door.

As I walked down the steps of our porch very slow Andy thought it was cool to yell at me.

"GOD! CORI WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SOOOO SLOW!?!" He yelled.

"Gee, I don't know? Trying to give someone the taste of their own medicine."

"I'm not sick." Was his genius reply.

I had to chuckle at that because it was indeed funny.

"Are you going to drive or are we going to have class in your smelly car?" I said as I buckled my seatbelt knowing whatever I say about his "baby" would make him angry and it's fun to make Andy angry.

"Sarah doesn't smell!"he yelled at me as he pulled away from my house starting our amazing journey to school.

"You named your car Sarah?"

"Of course, every man names their car."

"No they don't."

He just sighed in defeat. Smart man, he'll never in a million years win a fight with me.

****

"CORI!"

"WHAT SAM?!" I called through the girls locker room door as I pulled on my tank-top over my sports bra.

"Could you like, hurry up?" He said next to me.

"Oh my god Sam!! What are you doing in here don't you know this is the girls locker room. I'm mean you don't have a vagina right?"

"Cori, you didn't tell me you had a very defined 6 pack!" Sam said ignoring my vagina comment and my question.

"I didn't know I had to tell you. And does that mean you were checking me out?" I said while a evil smirk grew on my face. I can so use that against him later.

"No!" He replied way to quickly,"but my dearest Cori how did you achieve those amazing core muscles that look more defined then half the guys on the team!?" He started saying. I knew this would happen. Coach Barnes does do a lot of core workouts but Rylie is a different story.

"Ah, Sam you see working out is just like magic. A magician, aka me, never tells the secrets of magic. Meaning I will never tell you the secret to my "defined 6 pack".

"Whatever Cori, can you just hurry up?" He pleaded because Coach Barnes is going to kill me and the whole if I'm not out soon.

"Yeah, whatever you big baby."

Picture of Andy to the side :))