The Elites: His Girl Zoey

Chapter 3A- Ria

            I plopped down on the bleachers with a satisfying thud. Zoey had worked the girls really hard at cheer tryouts and as a result, we were worn out too. Zoey, Bethany and I decided to go watch football tryouts and see if the guys wanted to go out to a late lunch afterwards.

“While we’re waiting let’s cut that last girl.” Zoey said taking papers out of her bag. Today we narrowed down our team from 25 girls to 16  and 12  guys to 10. We still need to cut one more.

“I personally didn’t like her.” Zoey said pointing to a name. “She had the stunts but her cheers were lacking enthusiasm.”

“It depends on what you want because this girl,” I pointed to another name, “was amazing with pep and spirit, but her stunts were lacking.”

“Do we want the spirit award or the stunt award?” Bethany asked.

“Neither, we want first. Take the stunt girl, we can teach her to loosen up and smile, but you can’t teach a junior how to fix her stunts.” Zoey said circling her name. She showed us the final list for our approval, then she put it away.

All of a sudden a familiar mess of blonde hair ran past us to the water cooler.

I let out a small gasp and Bethany whispered, “Why is Roger trying out for the football team?”

“This is weird. He doesn’t play football.” Zoey said, shocked, “I mean he does, but not like, high school football.”

Roger turned around and saw us all watching him. I blushed and turned away, Bethany gave him a death glare and Zoey smiled and waved.

He ran over to us and Zoey stood up to meet him. But before she could even take a step I stood up and Bethany pushed her back into her seat. I went over to Roger and said, “Hey hott shot, what made you try out for football?”

Roger laughed and shook his blonde hair out of his eyes, “The guys convinced me that the team needs an all-star. I just couldn’t refuse. Also, the cheerleaders aren’t too bad looking.” Roger winked.

I rolled my eyes and asked, “What time are you guys done? We wanted to go get food.”

Roger looked around for a minute. Some guys were playing football, others cleaning up and heading to the locker rooms. “We’re about done now, we just need to clean up. Give us twenty minutes?”

Thirty minutes later we were on our way to Mickey D’s, Tucker and Zoey in Zoey’s car; Brent, Nick, Roger, Bethany and I all crammed into Nick’s jeep.

As usual when we got Mickey D’s we took up two booths, I was crammed between Roger and Brent. Let me tell you, I may be small, but football players are not, it was incredibly uncomfortable. Also at our booth was Bethany and Nick.

“I don’t understand how I got stuck between the two largest football players here. And you are sitting comfortably next to the smallest player.” I complained.

“Luck of the draw.” Bethany said and threw a fry at me. But of course she missed and hit Brent instead. He threw a fry back at her which of course resulted in a mini food fight. I was cowering in my seat as the boys from both booths were throwing fries. But before it could escalate any more, the manager came over and kicked us out.

Laughing I linked arms with Zoey and cried out, “That’s what you get when you rig the seating arrangements!” Zoey laughed and Bethany only made a face in our direction.

As we were getting into the car I felt Roger’s hand across my butt. I turned around and grabbed his hand, “Roger, how many times do I need to tell you? Next time this hand wanders, my knee might take a slight detour up your ass and to your balls.” I smiled and got in the car, leaving him to figure out what I just said.