The Perfect Game (GxG) (cliffhanger/completed)

Two: The Come Up

Harn starts to talk about the art of cooking, and how you can make dishes a piece of art, she makes a joke and all the underclassmen laugh. She doesn't come back for a good fifteen minutes, and when she does, her hair is perfectly tied up in a ponytail with a purple and white bow. There are purple and white fight stripes under her eyes, and she's now carrying pom-poms...The number on her cheer jersey a big royal purple one. Bet that pissed Hallie off. I can't stop staring at her, I wouldn't take her for a cheerleader, more like a soccer or softball player.

I decide to stay away from her, for her sake, so that Hallie didn't make her life harder than it already, more than likely, was. She has a bad habit with that. We've been dating on and off since freshman year, using each other to get popular, we were perfect in everyone else's eyes, just not in our own. If that makes sense? "Did you choose your number?" I ask softly as she reclaims her seat next to me, every one, and I mean everyone in the class is staring at us.

Jess looks up at me, shakes her head, and then simply smiles, "Hallie's pissed." She looks at Ciara and Marisa, "and I'm no one's booty call, by the way." Her voice is so level, and pious, and dangerous. I want it. I want her.

When I glance back at them their faces are full of shock.

Marisa is the first to recover, "You're chill," and offers a fist bump. It's returned and everything is back to normal, well, whatever normal is.

-Later-

"A lot of rumors flew around today," Ty says as we walk down to the gym, his arm draped over my shoulder.

"Yeah, well, a lot of rumors fly around every day. Not too concerned about it, Ty." I shrug his arm off and continue walking; the cheerleaders begin to join us.

"Well, hey there, stranger," it's Sammy Hatfield. One of my favorite cheerleaders, she smiles and her white-girl tan face lights up, she holding a purple binder against her chest and her polka-dotted pink backpack slung over one shoulder and her purple and white cheer bag slung over the other. She looks so cute in her uniform, it drives me crazy sometimes, and she has the perfect cheer girl body, nice ass big enough chest, a beautiful face and a tight midsection.

"Need help?" I nod to the cheer bag, she smiles again, I don't think she ever stops smiling, she hands me the bag and puts her backpack on right. "How've ya been?"

Her big brown dough eyes look up at me, "I've been ayight," she lies, and leaves it at that with saying, "You going to the party tomorrow?"

Shaking my head, I sling the bag on my left shoulder, "Have to start my English project," looking at her I say, "I got paired with your new cheerleader."

She nods, having a sudden interest in something in her bag, "Jessica, right?"

"That's the one." I do my best not to smile, trudging down the stairs I see most of the football team is already waiting.

Sam glances up at me, "Hallie is going to kill her." She waves to her boyfriend, Isaiah, and continues talking, "I think she's cool, though. She's very shy."

I snort.

"What?" Her nose scrunches up, "why'd ya do that?"

I shrug, thinking of how she subtly told of Marisa and Ciara earlier today, "Nothing, she just doesn't seem shy to me." We huddle around the first string offensive line players. "Go get your face ready." I smile sarcastically, hand her the cheer bag, and wave her off.

Sam doesn't mind, she limps over to her boyfriend and kisses him on the cheek, smiling like an idiot. They're gunna last, I think to myself as we trickle into the gym. Once in, we start to put up the posters, set up the purple and white North Thurston chairs, hang the grade banners above the corresponding areas, set up the stereo system, and last, but not least, the game day banner. It takes us about fifteen minutes. The announcement is made for the student government to come down to the gym, then the fall sports teams (besides football, since we were already here), and then the principal and all of them. I watch from behind the stands as seniors flood into the lower right side, filling the senior section of the bleachers, I see Ciara and Marisa and their sisters, all four dressed in some type of jersey. A big white flag with bold purple NT letters is placed beside the senior section.