"Easy to misunderstand," Heather shrugged, as Lily bent over in laughter. "So, you have no gossip, whatsoever?" Daisy shook her head, "-Ugh, you're so boring,"

Daisy giggled at her best friend's pouting face, "I think he loves me though,"

"How do you know?" Lily asked interestingly, pushing her knees up to her chest to listen closely, Heather reenacted her actions leaning closer not to miss any details.

"He said he loved this girl. She's messy, clumsy, cute, and said she had bright pink hair, I mean how many other girls have bright pink hair?" Daisy asked them, raising her eyebrows to challenge them. After a few moments, they both shook their head.

"You haven't got pink hair anymore," Lily pointed out obviously. Heather gave her a 'Karen-you're-so-stupid' look from Mean Girls, and rolled her eyes. Twirling her new, bubblegum blue hair Daisy shrugged.

"Actually, I think I know one..."Heather whispered, pointing her finger at a certain cheerleader.

Across the field, surrounded by many different boys was a certain, familiar pink haired that waved her blue pom pom's in the air like she just don't care--sorry, had to take the opportunity. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, looking up towards the bench the three girls sat on.

"No. Fucking. Way," Heather gasped.

Elizabitch waved at them as if she was winning her own little game. She danced viciously, showing most of her bottom to the boys who whistled at her...all but one. Jake. Daisy could feel her heart squeeze just at the sight of him wearing the football uniform, and felt a wave of relief that he wasn't paying any attention to Elizabeth who was clearly trying to get his attention as she danced nearer, and nearer towards him.

"Are you sure he wasn't on about her?" Lily whispered, biting her tongue when Heather gave her the 'shut-the-fuck-up' look. Daisy swallowed, nodding her head.

"He said he didn't like her in that way," She spoke, hoping to god that she was right. She thinks she's right...no, she hopes she's right. Jake didn't even look slightly fazed at Elizabeth's pathetic attempts to grab his attention. She twirled her hair, giggled, battered her eyelashes and even at one point tapped his shoulder to which he replied with a simple courteous 'hello' before running onto the pitch. That was until, she grabbed him by the shoulder making him stumble backwards into a pole.

"Hey, Jake," She giggled, twirling her pink hair around her middle finger. He gave her a one looker, trailing from her converses to her terribly dyed pink hair. He gave her points for trying, at least she caught on that he liked Daisy's pink hair. She battered her eyelashes at him, taking a step forward so his back was fully pressed up against the pole. "Do you like my hair?" She asked.

He smiled politely, "It's lovely, though I think blonde suits you better,"

She hid a frown, before stepping forward again so her boobs pressed up against his chest. Wow, this girl really doesn't give up, does she, Jake thought, cringing at how desperate she was. Her presence didn't effect him no more though. He was determined. After the game he was going to ask Daisy to be his Girlfriend, and ask if she'd go with him to prom. He couldn't be a happier man, well, if he wan this game then maybe he'd be a little happier. "So, I was thinking about prom. I just thought that the prom queen just has to go with the prom king," She laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sam would love to go with you," He answered shortly, trying to curve his way around her. She sighed, blocking him off. Her face moving slowly towards him to the point where it looked like they were kissing, but instead, she whispered softly.

"What is it going to take for you to love me? Cause if it's that bitch, I can make sure she'll never trust you again." Then with a snap of her teeth--which was terribly unattractive despite how hot she looked in her cheer leading outfit, she jumped away leaving Jake stunned, and Daisy confused as she bounced her way across the field towards her.

"Watch out, Regina George is coming," Lily whispered, watching as Elizabitch wiggled her fingers at as in a 'hey-girlfriends-i'm-from-a-90's-movie-l-o-l'. She perched her little bottom beside Daisy with a short sigh.

"I just wanted to apologize," She began, making Heather chock on a piece of chicken she was eating. "I didn't like you because I thought you were a threat that may get in between me and Jake's relationship," She began, making Daisy raise her eyebrows. "But, now that Jake's asked me to the prom, I honestly don't think you're a problem anymore." She laughed.

"Um, what?" Daisy gasped, turning to look at Heather and Lily as if she's suddenly gone deaf and she lip read wrong, or maybe her mind is playing tricks on her and she was just dreaming, or maybe, maybe-

"He asked me out, honey. Which means he must love me a lot more than you love him-" She began, then heard the whistle blow to mark the start of the game, "Oh, that's my call! No hard feelings, right?" She ran off with a certain skip in her step that made Daisy want to run after her and tackle her to the ground like the scene in Mean Girls were everyone turns into animals; there was no denying how much she wanted to claw her perfect mother freaking face off.

"She's lying, she got to be!" Heather shook her head in disbelief.

"I don't know, Heath they looked pretty close back there," Lily commented shrugging her shoulders. Heather hit her again again, harder this time so that Lily gasped at the impact.

"You're suppose to make her feel better!"

"Sorry, it's just they were! Are you sure he said he didn't like her?" Lily asked Daisy, but Daisy couldn't hear her. Daisy didn't want to hear her, because the only sound that Daisy could hear was her heart shattering to pieces and that was enough noise for her to handle. He promised me, she thought sadly, looking up at the field where a happy Jake was running freely as if he did nothing wrong. She could feel tears brimming in her eyes, and a hard hand touch her shoulder.

"Hey, Daisy. You okay?"

By the way Lily melted into her seat, Daisy knew exactly who it was, and even though he scared the living daylights out of her she simply did not care, she didn't care about anything anymore. Sam trailed his finger down her back before embracing her into a hug, she fitted perfectly under his strong, hard structure, her head resting on his shoulder as she couldn't hold it in anymore. He liked to her, he led her on. He was using her. He didn't mean always. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, Daisy thought as fresh tears began to leak from her eyes giving Sam the excuse to hold her tighter.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" He whispered in her ear. After another incredibly loud sob, she nodded not even embarrassed on how bad her sobs were. They were some cute little ones you see actresses pulling where their makeup rolls down in perfectly lines down their cheeks. Oh fucking no. These tears went sideways, upwards, downwards and her makeup was sticking up in all sorted of places, not to mention her hair began to look like a birds nest. Totally not attractive, but she didn't care. She nodded.

As the game continued, Jake had not even noticed that Daisy had left. He'd been so intrigued in the football and so excited to win, that when he did look up his happy smile turned into a frown quickly as he saw Sam and Daisy leaving, Sam wrapping his arm around her small, little waist.

"Hey-" Jake began to shout.

"Hey, Jake!" Elizabeth jumped in front of him, blocking his view. Gah, why does she always have to be there. Jake thought, trying to look around her to see what was happening. That son of a bitch best not be hurting her in any way otherwise Jake would knock him right out without a moment's thought. Jake knew what boy's like him wanted, and it was a little three letter word. Something Jake would not allow over his dead body.

"Hey, I'm just going up-"

"No, stay, she's got a headache so Sam's taking her home. No biggie, you can see her tomorrow. We have to celebrate your victory!" Elizabeth smiled brightly making Jake uneasy. He guessed he'd have to ask Daisy to be his girlfriend tomorrow she can wait, even though he couldn't.

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