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Three minutes till halftime.

Dan and the rest of his team cheered as if their lives depended on it.

Rydell and Clearwater were at each other's throats. Clearwater was in the lead with a score of forty points. Rydell suffered at a thirty-four.

Every once in awhile Dan glanced at the vacant benches beside one lonesome person. Still dressed head to toe in gear, PJ hunched over and examined the game in front of him. Dan breathed keeping up his grin, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic. He missed PJ, he didn't miss the stern, enforced rules he gave him but he missed him. Waving his silver pom-poms in the air, inwardly Dan brought himself to promise he would try and reason with his childhood friend at the end of the game.

"T-A-K-E, take it all the way!" Dan raved amongst his team. "T-A-K-E, take it all the way!"

Phil could hear his school's cheerleaders along the front side of his side of the field. But, his cheerleader wore blue and silver. He couldn't help but listen to Dan's cheering even though the words erupting from his cheerleader's mouth was the opposing his plays.

Dan seemingly did the same, barely paying any attention to his own team's performance. Merely picking through the crowd of grunting teenaged players, he found Phil rooting for him on the inside.

There were only seconds left for a single play. Phil and his team huddled together, arms linked against each other as Phil began to make demands. He demanded orders, explaining the plays that they needed to execute. Finally, the Red Hawks clapped each member nodded with Phil's play. Readying themselves, they all got in their position eye to eye with rivalling Spartans.

A message vibrated his phone in his football tights. This boy stands up from his spot, shattered phone in hand he took grimy, slow steps passed the bleachers. His existence didn't matter at the moment, everyone's eyes were glued to the game occurring in front of them. Even his coach didn't care about his sudden absence. He didn't even have to dodge Dan's view as Phil had him wrapped around his finger. Crossing in front of everyone, he made it to the manager of the jumbotron leaning over him. "Hey, Mister."

The old man looked up, his phone somehow connected to the huge screen that displayed electronic ads that switched every so often.

"There's kids smoking pot under the bleachers, I saw them when I went to the bathroom."

Then in a flash, the old man was out of sight, wobbling away.

Watching him till he was completely out of view, the boy sat down disconnecting the man's phone and plugging in his own.

Rydell had the ball. At the line of scrimmage, Phil shouted the signal and received the ball from the center's position.

Dan faced the bleachers, chanting with his team when the normal happy rowdiness switched into a complete hushed whisper. He squinted his eyes, eyebrows laced together as he slowly brought his pom-poms lower down from waving in the air.

A loud sinful laugh erupted from beside Dan, Vincent had a pom over his mouth starring at the jumbotron. "Oh God, this is gonna be good."

Hands swiped through screens of his phone pulling up screenshots of text messages exchanged between Phil and Felix.

With the ball in hand, Phil bolted down the football field his mind set on one thing and it was scoring that one touchdown to match up to their scores.

The warmth from Dan's body abandoned him as quickly as the world had gotten old and everyone on earth had vanished. Dan finally turned to follow everyone's gaze up to the screen. He lost oxygen, taking in air seemed to be impossible. He began to look back over his shoulder as the roar of laughter took over the entire stadium; not laughing with but at him. The fear began to cause his body to tremble, his poms collided with the floor beneath him as he looked back at the screen.