We Come Alive

Playoff Game 3

Tonight was the biggest night for the Dallas Jaguars. It was a homegame and everyone was depending on them to win this game for their school.

With the most weight on her shoulders, Clover was sitting on the bench in the cheerleaders locker room taking many deep breaths. She had her head hung low and letting every thought in her head go straight. Once she had her thoughts straight. She stood up and grabbed her helmet.

"Good luck, Clover!" Jessica called out. "I hope we win."

Clover took a deep breath. "Thank you and I hope for my own self we win. We don't, I'm to blame."

All the cheerleaders clapped for her as she walked out. Clover smiled as she looked back at them. "Thank you."

"Go QB! Starting quarterback!" Alyssa cheered. "I love the face paint too!"

Clover laughed. All of the football players were wearing black face paint underneath their eyes. She walked out the locker room and to the football player's. When she walked in she saw all eyes on her.

"What you looking at me for?" Clover frowned. "My boyfriend is gonna get his ass kicked tonight. He ain't holding me back from the gold."

"That's the spirit, Jones." Mateo chuckled. "Jaguars on three. One, two, three!"

"Jaguars!" The locker room erupted.

The players got into formation and were ready to run onto the field. All of them put their helmets on and were ready to hit the gridiron.

"You okay?" Jose asked.

Clover took a deep breath. "Life is a show. I gotta let it happen. Don't you know that? Let's go! Let's do this!"

Mateo yelled to them to go and the three captains lead their teammates into the field. The crowds cheered and screamed for the teams.

Clover, Ricky, and Jose took their helmets off and walked onto the field. When they reached the middle, they were ready for the coin toss. The referees stood there as they waited for Rye and his teammate to walk onto the field. When they started their walk Clover groaned underneath her breath.

"Someone kill me." She whispered.

Jose cleared his throat. "Game faces."

Rye and his teammate walked up. His teammate had black hair and brown eyes. The back of his jersey said his last name was Smith and they all knew he was the quarterback.

Jose and Ricky looked to each other and laughed. Jose looked to Rye and smirked. "Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. The pretty boy trying to steal our QB's heart."

Clover smiled realizing what they were doing. They were treating Rye, like he treated her when they first met.

Rye didn't say anything as he looked at the referee. Ricky laughed. "Aw, he's scared. You shaking in your cleats, mama?"

"Funny." Rye smirked. "It's nice that you're standing up for her and making her nerves better, but she knows what this is. She won the first time, now its my turn. Best of luck princess."

Rye looked right at Clover making her heart start pounding even more than it already was. Clover looked away nervously as she tried to keep it under control.