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Varsity Football Line-up (shortened):

Percy – QB (General, runs the plays, most important person) SENIOR

Nico – Receiver (Receives the ball, must be fast and been good at catching) SENIOR

Travis – Center (Snaps the football to begin play, adds protection to QB) SENIOR

Tyson – Right Tackle (Protect QB) SENIOR

Ethan – Left Tackle (Protect QB) JUNIOR

Castor – Right Guard (Protect QB) JUNIOR

Pollux – Left Guard (Protect QB) JUNIOR

Beckendorf – Alumni, asst. coach

Band Geeks (MARCHING BAND IS LOVE).

Malcolm – Drum Major (conducts band, leader) SENIOR

Annabeth – Guard Captain (Colorguard: the single most amazing activity created) SENIOR

Chris – Saxophone section leader JUNIOR

Will – Trumpet section leader JUNIOR

Connor – Low Brass section leader SENIOR

Thalia – Battery (drumline) section leader (Tenor drum/Quintet, Bass drums, Snares. I'm not in battery, but there's nothing more badass than cadencing onto the field). SENIOR

Katie – Picc. section leader SENIOR

Rachel – Clarinet section leader JUNIOR

Michael – Pit section leader (Xylophones, marimbas, stationary bass drum, all those random little instruments like the triangle, woodblocks etc) JUNIOR

Cheerleaders:

Silena – Captain

Piper – EW. Sorry lololol

Calypso - ;)

OC CHEERLEADERS/FOOTBALL/BAND GEEKS/GUARD MEMBERS NEEDED!

Obviously those descriptions of each player/band geek are really vague, but I wanted to simplify it!

Percy's POV

I'm pretty much a big deal if I do say so myself. I'm the senior star football captain, I have excellent grades (thanks to my tutor and bro, Grover, a nerdy kid who no one dares cross because of me), and I can get any chick I want.

Well, except one. It all started last year…

"Jackson! Get in the game! We have to win this!" Coach D barked jolting me out of my daydream.

"Huh? Oh…sorry Coach, won't happen again." I grinned and jogged to the field to begin stretches. At the time I was the lucky reserve quarterback who got to take the place of Luke, a senior who had been injured a month before. I had spent the last month training my ass off, preparing for the championship game. After all, I'd played in only two or three playoff games as the leader QB and this championship game would make or break my reputation to both colleges and my peers.

While I wasn't quite Captain yet, I had assumed authority of warm-up.

"C'mon, boys! If you aren't sweating, you are wrong!" I ordered. We had practice every day from 4 to 9. Hey, it might seem harsh, but we needed every second to get better. We even kicked the field hockey and soccer teams out of their time slots. After all, playing football is for the best so we get the best privileges.

It was around 6 and Coach had finally given us a 7 minute break, as opposed to a 2 and a half second water, chug and run stop.

"Ughhh." Nico groaned, gulping down shots of water, "I won't be able to move tomorrow."

Travis punched him the shoulder, "You say that every day. Man up."

"Noooooooo!" Nico cried dramatically. I rolled my eyes, if Nico wasn't such a great receiver, he'd probably be in something dumb, like the drama department. (a/n: no offense, I don't have anything against theater).

"Don't be such a girl." Ethan said.

"TWO MINUTES TILL WE CLEAR THE FIELD." Coach's voice screeched out from mics. My jaw dropped. What was he talking about? We were scheduled for another three hours!

"Beckendorf!" I called out to the Asst. Coach, "What's this all about?"

"You remember when Goode School Trojans merged with East Coast Academy?" he asked. I nodded. There was this fancy-schmancy private school called East Coast Academy Olympians that didn't have a football team but was rumored to have a good music program that Goode was lacking. Bada-bing, bada-boom! It took two years to pull it off, but our schools were merged and we were renamed the Goode Academy Olympians. Dumb name, but no one asked for my opinion. In fact, it had become a running joke to call ourselves the 'Good Olympians'. Of course there were like a million new kids to deal with but there were plenty of hot new chicks to hit on.

"Well their marching band will perform at every Olympian football game and they need the field." My jaw dropped, we were being kicked off for a bunch of band geeks?

I began to protest but Beckendorf shut me down, "Don't even bother. Coach D is completely take with their director, Miss Ariadne, Miss Ari for short." (A/N: Who got that? Ariadne? ;) hehehe, sneaky, sneaky).

"Boys, on the bleachers, now!" I winced as the Coach's voice screeched through the speakers again. Reluctantly, my boys and I headed up to the stands. I examined the geeks as they came in. My mom is really into music so I could identify the instruments the kids were playing. There were some guys setting up the field, bringing in percussion equipment, and…there was a dude who looked exactly like Travis.

"Yo, Trav!" I called out, "Who's that guy? He looks exactly like you." I pointed out a guy with a trombone case.

Travis shifted uncomfortably and muttered something under his breath.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Nico shouted, causing all my boys to look at poor Travie.

"Erm…that's my brother. My twin, to be precise." He looked embarrassed, "He went the East Coast Academy, apparently part of his musical 'gift'. We don't really get along."

The guys started jeering and snickering at him. I felt bad so I ordered, "Shut it. It doesn't matter if Travis's brother is a one-eyed freak or a crazy half-horse dude. You know the rules, family members don't count here."

As the rest of the band geeks assembled, I noticed a group of girls and a few guys with flags and things that looked awfully liked guns and…swords? (A/N: the correct terminology is 'rifles' and 'sabres' but our little Percy doesn't know that yet).

I noticed one chick was ordering them around and she looked like their leader.

That was the first time I ever set my eyes on Annabeth Chase, but I knew it wouldn't be my last.

CLIFF-HANGER!

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