Player's not my type.

Tryouts

We woke up early once again, but this time it was different. We were excited to be awake and rushed to get ready.  We were wearing spandex shorts and loose shirts with our hair in high ponytails. We didn't care what we looked like, we were just ready to try out.
We informed my mom on our plans and I told her about the fee and she said we could afford it. Finally we weren't broke anymore!
Thank the Lord.
The school was in the neighborhood, so we fast walked there where tryouts were being held on the football field. The football team was there too. Great! Now I get to possibly fail in front of a whole team of hot guys.  Briaunna and I shared the same look as soon as we noticed the team.
The cheer coach began speaking and Briaunna and I gave her our undivided attention.
"Okay girls remember, no one will make fun of you if you mess up. Life is full of mistakes, or as I call them, lessons. Don't be nervous if you mess up. We will be judging you solely on your skill. I thank all of you guys for coming here, and with that, let's begin."
With each word she spoke I grew more and more exited. I was a little nervous to be performing in front of all the players and the rest of the girls, but I don't let anyone's opinion get to me so I don't get embarrassed easily. I did become even more nervous, however, when I realized that I have an accent from living down south for a while.
I just hope no one notices.
The girls stood in a line and drew a number. I got 20 and Bri got 19. We were the last ones to go. What's that saying? Save the best for last? I hope that's true in our case.
Right away I could tell who lived under trees and who didn't. Oh, let me explain.  Briaunna and I wanted a code word for someone who we didn't like and who seemed to live under a tree. Still confused? I'll enlighten you.
She Lives Under Trees. S. L. U. T.
So whenever someone resembled the cake-faced Barbie Doll and had a slutty appearance with a matching attitude, we say she lives under a tree. Anyways, the one who seemed to live under the biggest tree was Jessica, Jessica Parker. Her dad owned the school and daddy's little princess just had to be perfect. She had her followers and her haters. Why she was a leader I had no clue. Briaunna had told me that she had been bullied by Jessica for years and I knew right away if she said one rude word to me or Bri, it would not end well, for her. I can't keep my mouth shut and my big mouth just seems to cause problems so I just hoped to steer clear of Jessica. My hopes were crushed however when Jessica's eyes landed on me. She smiled and got off the bleachers and headed towards Briaunna and I.
"Hi, I'm Jessica Parker, I don't think I've seen you around here," she said in an overly sweet voice that was clearly an act. She didn't even acknowledge Bri's presence and that irked me. I tried to be civil, however, because I don't like to make enemies.
"Um, yeah I just moved here," I said with a smile.
"Oh from the south I see? Aren't they all just hicks and farmers?" she asked. Oh no she didn't. 
"Are y'all just barbies with cakes for faces?" I snapped. Oh no. Not even a minute into this convo and I snapped. Stupid temper!
Gasps went around the bleachers and her oh-so-sweet sparkly eyes were replaced by icy glares. I challenged her, not looking away. I was probably the first to stand up to her in while, if ever. "Number 12," the coach called.
Jessica gave me one last glare before saying "That's me," in a kiss up tone. As she walked past me she bumped my shoulder.
"Oops, sorry," she said feigning innocence. Two can play it that game. "No problem," I replied with a sickeningly sweet smile. As Briaunna and I headed up the bleachers a deep, husky voice shouted "Heads up,"
I looked up just in time to see a football hurling towards a short haired blonde girl. I swiftly jumped in front of her and caught the ball with one hand. Told you I'm not a girly girl.
"Damn, nice catch!" The owner of the husky voice yelled. I cringed as he cussed, but I didn't say anything about it to him because I didn't know him at all.
As he approached, I took notice how all the girls began fixing their hair.
What the?
Once we were face to face, I realized why they were doing what they were. He was HOT! I mean sauna inside a volcano in a desert hot!
He had blonde hair, deep blue eyes, beautiful black eyelashes, perfect teeth, and a dimpled smile. Wow. He was shirtless, and let me say he was packed full of muscle! See what I did there, packed?
"That was impressive," he says.
"Ha thanks," I replied.
"I'm Zach, and you are?"
"Sheila," I said.
"That's a pretty name, just like you." 
I rolled my eyes at that knowing he probably used that on so many girls. "How many times have you used that one?" I ask annoyed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He probably was used to being swooned over by girls. "L
"Feisty, I like it." He said. I grew even more annoyed at that statement.
"Not feisty, just smart. Here's your ball. Run along now," I said.
Of course he couldn't just take it and run, literally. "See you later, babe," he said with a smirk.
"Hopefully not," I muttered. And with that he jogged back, leaving all the boy-crazy girls staring at his muscular back. "Omg, You talked back to two of the most popular people at our school, in one day! That's gotta be a record or something," Bri said with a laugh. "Well he was obviously a player, so I put him in his place." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Number 19," the coaches voice was heard and Briaunna turned pale.
"Wish me leg, I mean I'll break a luck, I mean-"
"You'll do fine. Go get em tiger," I cut her off.
And with that, she was off. I was heading to the bleachers to watch her tryout, when I heard a voice.
"Hey, over here." I quickly turn my head to see the blonde haired girl I jumped in front of earlier. I changed my direction and headed over to her.