It had started with a handbag. Julie smirked against the window on her way to the Dillon panther's annual banquet. Her family had only moved into town a few days ago, this was their first real social outing. First chance to see what of the town of Dillon stood for. But she knew it would be one thing, everywhere they went it was always about one thing, football. She saw her dad glance at her in the rear view mirror; she rolled her eyes and continued to stare out at the rainy street night.

She could only blamed herself really. 2 weeks ago she had been happy in her old town. She had friends there and she always had a blast. 2 weeks ago she had come home late on a Friday night, drunk as usual, she had sneaked into the house without alerting her parents, she had it down to a fine art. She was on her was to her bedroom when she decided to get a drink of water, first mistake. She threw her handbag on the counter and poured herself a glass. Glancing at the clock it read AM, she giggled and traipsed off to her bedroom.

She had been woken 5 hours later to the sound of her mothers voice screaming at her asking why it was that exactly that Julie had a box of condoms and some marijuana in her handbag. Julie covered her head in the blanket and moaned. Why had she left her bag sitting there, she was normally so careful. Things had spiraled after that morning. After a little investigation from her mother, Tami had found out about everything. Including her latest boyfriend, Malcom, who was 21 and was known in town as being trouble with a capital T. Her father had not't really said anything to her in the last 2 weeks. He had come home a week ago to tell her that they were moving to Dillon.

She knew he was hurt, but she also felt frustrated about it all, okay she hadn't been honest with her parents; she had been doing things she knew they wouldn't approve of. But her grades were still good and she hadn't got into any trouble at school or with the cops. But Eric and Tami were insistent on her starting anew. Hence why she was now heading towards a banquet for a team she knew nothing about.

She had been at the banquet for just over 2 hours. It was boring. She had smiled at all the right moments. Her parents seemed pleased with her tonight. She had even managed to sneak a glass or two of champagne. She had met a handful of girls her age. Lyla, who had been trying to talk her into trying out for the cheerleader team. She had just smiled; she had meet many girls like Lyla in her time. All sweetness and no substance.

She glanced over at her mum; she was making chitchat with two middle-aged women. Her mum had the fake smile and politeness down to an art form. She had always been like that, support her husband, and coach Eric Taylor. Julie made her way across to her parents who were talking to Lyla and her boyfriend Jason Street, the golden boy that everyone adored, Mr and Mrs goody two shoes. Her mother interrupted Julie's thoughts.

"Lyla has been telling me about this party tonight, your father and I think it will be a good opportunity for you to go and meet the kids you will be started school with on Monday. Lyla here has kindly offered to take care of you and make sure you get home"

Julie looked up at her mother in surprise, where had this come from, her parents encouraging her to go to a party? She glanced at Lyla. Lyla radiated sweetness. Oh Julie understood now, they thought she would be a good influence.

Julie did a mental eye roll.

"Thanks mum, that is really kid of you, it would be good to meet the students I will be spending my school year with. Lyla thanks for the kind offer. What can expect at this party of yours?"

Lyla smiled

"Yay your coming, it will be rather quite, it's at my friend Betsy's house. Just some cheerleaders and football players. Sometimes we break out the twister, but we just tend to hang and talk".

Julie almost gagged, how bloody boring.

"Well that sounds…lovely," she said trying not to meet either of her parents eye.

So there Julie was in the passenger seat of Lylas car, trying to think of how she could escape her cheerleader chaperon and try to have some real fun in Dillon. They pulled up to a house and Lyla said, "here we are".

Julie looked around and a slow smirk crept upon her face, there were drunken teenagers everywhere. The stereo was on full volume and was pumping out some hip-hop. She could see some girls about 5 metres away dancing onto top of some kegs, while the boys cheered around them.

Julie turned to Lyla, "Just hanging and talking uh?"

Lyla smiled at her, "Ahaha I know what parents like to hear".

Julie climbed out of the car. She had underestimated Lyla. They made their way into the house, Julie toke her cardigan off as she followed Lyla down the hallway. She was glad she had decided to wear her black halter neck underneath. With her mini denim skirt and black cardigan on at the banquet she had looked respectable and sweet. But within minutes of entering the party she looked anything but respectable and sweet. She shook her hair out of its ponytail letting her blond hair tumble around her shoulders. She smiled at Lyla as she reached for a vodka shoot.

Lyla chuckled "well, well the coach's daughter…"

Julie laughed "hey don't let that get out, tonight I'm just Julie"

Lyla laughed, "Word will get out fast enough but okay. Let me introduce you to some of the team".

Just then some guy behind her stumbled back and knocked her forward, causing her to stumble forward, she would have hit the ground but a pair of strong arms caught her. She was looking down trying to straighten her skirt, when Lyla came up beside her.

She put a hand on Julie's shoulder "Are you okay? Good thing he caught you. Julie let me start my introducing you to Tim Riggins"

Julie finally looked up to see a very attractive boy standing in front of her. Damn he was hot. Just then someone walked past with a tray of vodka shots. She quickly grabbed one and knocked it back. She then turned her gaze back to Tim who was standing there smirking at her.

"Hi, I'm Julie" she said as she grabbed another vodka shot, she winked at him drinking the shot in one.

Maybe Dillon wasn't that bad.