Best of me: Kinlee's legacy

Ch2 Adam pt 2 The Game

You could hear the sounds of the drums beating. The air was crisp, wind stinging your face as you moved an inch. Adam’s jersey provided me with extra warmth as I wore it over my cheer uniform. “Rah Rah Rah!” we chanted as the team ran out on the field. There was nearly 30 of them pumped up to play, in their red and white unfirorms. We were standing on the football field lined up waiting for them to make their grand entrance against the opposing team. The crowd was going wild. The band was playing our school anthem. “And now, introducing the Roosevelt Chargers! With starting line back Tod Hamilton, John Jacobs, Matt Hamil, and Quarter back Ryan Hise!”

Everyone cheered for the team that was running down the field, doing dances and tricks to wow the crowd even more.

My eye caught Adam’s, who was running down the field with his team mates. He gave me a smile, as another guy on the team hit his helmet to get him amped up for the game. I grabbed the jersey that was laying flat on my body, lifted it up, and cheered some more to get the crowd ready for the game.

“Ready. Set. HIKE!” The game started with one of the players throwing the football back on the field, as the rest broke out into the play they had set up. Adam was on the bench; what we were afraid of. I frowned at him, and continued to do some cheers. “One, two, three, four, show us that your gonna SCORE!” I was often bored with the cheering part of the game. I liked to do the flips and the dances. But this was apart of what I had to do. We didn’t do all that conditioning, running, training, and late night practices to learn chants. We did it to make our bodies at the best strength to carry us through a 3 in a half hour game in the cold weather, performing stunts and jumps.

The first quarter was over, which I was glad for. Just a few more minutes until I could take a small break while the band played during halftime. I had a routine of what I would do for halftime. The cheerleaders would usually do one last dance performance before the band. This would get the crowd excited to watch the marching band play their set list. Then during the band, I would go to concessions and check on how they were doing with sales (since I was the Treasury of the Student Council). Then I would get my free hot chocolate and sip on that until the game continued and I would start cheering again. This normally was a 15 minute break, at most.

So once half time came, I did my routine. I did my cheer for the band, then put my pom poms down, and started over towards concessions. I walked in the back door, and peaked my head through. There was a small girl named Chelsea who was helping out some of the parents work. “How’s it going?” I asked, as I started to make my hot chocolate. She seemed a little over whelmed. “It’s crazy. So many people want to eat hot dogs or have a bad of chips! Is it always like this?” Since this was really my first season working the football concessions I shrugged. “The Junior high games were always a lot calmer. But it’s the big time now baby!” I checked our sales, then left with my warm cup of hot cocoa in my hands.

The team was sitting behind the bleachers when I walked up to them. Everyone was talking but got really quiet when I walked up. “What’s going on?” I asked, hoping that no one was talking crap. Then, emerged Olivia, long strawberry blond hair in braids, growling at me. “Take it off” she said. I glared at her. “That’s my jersey.”

I laughed. “You are seriously ridiculous. You two aren’t dating anymore!” I shouted. She got angrier. “Kinlee. Everyone knows that you are just his sloppy seconds. He always goes to you when he doesn’t have me.” The other girls laughed and nodded their heads. Some of the girls standing around weren’t even on the cheer squad, they were Olivia’s goons.

I started to walk away. “Hold up bitch!” I felt some one grab my arm, which caused my hot chocolate to spill all over Adam’s jersey. I let out a cry, for the liquid stung me on my stomach where it landed, and now sit. “Olivia!!” She laughed. “Oh now look what happened. Your going to take it off now, you cant cheer with it on all dirty. Makes the whole squad look bad.”

I couldn’t hold myself back. “You bitch” I pushed her into the bleachers and started to attack her. She screamed out in pain as a held her hair and thrashed her head into the cement. “Let her go!” the girls wailed, trying to come to her rescue. Finally, my cheer captain came up and pulled me off of her. “Kinlee Garder! What has gotten into you?!” I lifted up my shirt and it shown the burn marks from the hot chocolate being spilt all over me. “That’s it you two! Come with me now!”

We were then escorted away from the stadium and back into the school.

I sat in one chair. Olivia sat in the other. We were both scratched up, had dirt thrown on our bodies, and in pain. My stomach burned from the spill. And Olivia’s hair was all messed up and her face had blood on it. The Principal walked in and sat down across from us at his desk. He was not happy.

“What the hell happened?” he boasted. We both narrowed our eyes at eachother. “She burned me” I said quickly. Olivia gave a quick “UGH” and then started telling the sob story of how I savagely beat her head into cement, which was pretty funny considering I am not a violent person. The Principle just hand his hands firmly placed in his lap, and shook his head back and forth. “Do you two know what this means?” he said. We both nodded our heads no. “You both are suspended for a week. Under any circumstance should you get in a physical fight during a school event!” he said. Olivia started to cry. “But my GPA will go down! I am a straight A student! I cant fail!” she cried. I laughed at her. “You deserve it!” I shouted.

“Kinlee!” the Principal yelled.

“Sorry Sir”

Sitting in that office seemed to go on forever. We had to wait until the game was over before we could go back to the squad to clean up. Since we were suspended for a week, we couldn’t participate in the game next week, which thank God was away from the home stadium. Which meant that I could do my homework and earn back half credit for the missed school work. My parents were going to be so angry at me, but I didn’t care.

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After the game, I sat waiting for my parents to pick me up. Adam walked up next to me and sat down. “I didn’t see you after halftime.” He said. I threw his jersey back at his face. “Ya, that’s because your little bitch attacked me” I said, almost as if it didn’t bother me so much. But to be honest, if it wasn’t for Adam, Im sure none of this would have happened.

“What?! What went on?!”

I explained to him how Olivia was jealous and didn’t want me to be wearing the jersey. “She said I was your ‘sloppy seconds’ what ever that means. I don’t think she has come to terms that we are best friends.”

Adam looked concerned and really sorry. “I can not believe that happened to you. Olivia is… UGH! I can not wait to tell her off. The nerve of her!” He grabbed his jersey and inspected the damage.

I exhaled. “It was really my fault. I was the one who bashed her head into the wall.” Then I let out a laugh. “All I am worried about is that stain. I can clean it. I will have a whole week to myself to do that. Considering I wont be allowed to actually go to school” I said joking. Which I was. But then I remembered my parents and how unhappy they would be with me. “I’m sorry Kinlee. Really I am. I hope that your parents aren’t to unhappy. I wish there was something I could do for you.” He said, rubbing my back.

“Don’t worry about it. I would of gotten in trouble for something else this week anyways.”

Just then my parents pulled up, and I waved goodbye. “Well, this is my death parade. Bye Adam” I said, and got in their car, where I was about to break the news.