A/N: Of course this story is going to get better as it goes on… so you might not like it at first… but I think this could be a good story! Please R&R!

Football

Chapter 1

"Team number 3 is Kevin, Mitch, Zach, Ryan, Miley and Emily. Team 3, stand over there." Mrs. Hardy announced and pointed to a spot in the corner of the gym.

We are on the football unit of gym, and Mrs. Hardy was now announcing our teams for football. Miley was on team 3… obviously, and I still hadn't gotten my team yet.

"Team 4 is Oliver, Richard, Ben, Lilly, Sarah, and Lucy." She said.

Awesome! I get to be on the same team as my crush!

I know what you're thinking… it's Oliver… but that's not it… it's really Ben. He is like, the cutest boy on earth, and I am horrible at football. I have no idea how to pull this thing off.

You see, Ben is on the football team for our school… he also plays basketball when it's the season… plus he's on swim team with me in the spring. Have you seen his abs?! Apparently not, he is like… the hottest boy I know!

Anyways… while Mrs. Hardy was announcing the rest of the teams, Miley skipped over to me and was clapping.

"Oh my gosh Lilly! You are so lucky! I LOVE your team, and I would totally trade with you!" She said.

"I know, it's really amazing. I get to be with Ben!" I whispered. She knew about my crush, and she said that he's hot… but she doesn't like him, like him.

"If I were you, I would be screaming and jumping up and down." She said… then she waited for me to scream and jump up and down… but I knew not to do it. I have a very big reputation you know.

"Yeah… not going to happen." I said.

"Lilly! We're on the same team!" Oliver said skipping towards me. Okay… I was joking about the whole skipping thing, but was smiling… it's kind of the same thing… right?

"I know! I'm so glad that I have a good team! Do you know why I'm so glad?!" I asked.

"Because I'm on it?" He asked hopefully.

"No, because Ben's on our team! I really need help with football though… I can't throw or catch the football at all!"

"I can help you!" said Miley.

We both started cracking up.

"I'll just ask Jordan to help me." I said in between laughs.

Miley gave out a little laugh. "Ha, Jordan? Oh, right like he'll help you!" She said.

That was true... it's not like he's going to help me at all. He never does… but if it's sports… I guess he might…

"I'll ask just incase. You know he is on the football team, until he got an office referral, a detention and an out of school suspension."

Yeah… my brother isn't the kind of guys who gets straight A's and helps around the house all day instead of playing with his air soft guns.

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"JORDAN!!!??? ARE YOU HOME??!!" I yelled.

"Yeah." He said from the kitchen table, a few feet away from me.

"Oh, sorry… uh… in gym we're playing football… and I need help. I'm like, no good at all with football… so like… will you help me catch… and throw…. And punt… and…"

"Nope." He said.

"But…"

"No."

"Please?"

"NO! I said no okay? What don't you get about that simple word?!" he shouted.

"Well sorry… I was just asking for a small favor."

"Well… I don't do favors for morons." With that he left the room and went upstairs to him bedroom. Boys… they can be so rude sometimes… especially 16 year old brothers.

What's weird is Jackson and Jordan are friends… but they're nothing alike. Jackson's more of a weirdo… and Jordan is a mean person.

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"MILEY OPEN UP!!!" I banged on the Stewarts front door.

A few seconds later, Jackson opened up the door.

"Hey Lilly." He said, then turned around to face their kitchen and called for Miley who was sitting at the dining table. "Miley, it's Lilly." He said and left to go sit on the couch and finish watching his game of football.

"Oh hey Lilly! What's up?" Miley said as she motioned for me to come in.

"Well… you know how I said that Jordan could help me? Well… that's like… the worst idea ever. I mean… I knew all along he would say no. So… will you help me?"

Miley gave out a little laugh and said, "Lilly, you know I'm bad at football… I mean… I really want to help you… but I can't. I'm sorry. How about Oliver? He's uh… pretty good." Then we started cracking up. Oh yeah, Oliver's the best football player ever! (I was being sarcastic incase you didn't know.)

Jackson turned around. "Hey Lilly, if you need help with football… I can help. I'm not the best… but I can try." He said. Did I hear clearly? Did he just say he can help? No, no, no way. Why would he do that? He never helps… ANYONE!

I looked at Miley for approval. She then shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess." I said.

"Cool… how about tomorrow after school?"

"Sure." I said, and then Miley and I went up to her room.

"Wow… that was uh… interesting." I said.

"I know, but don't worry Lilly… it's not like he likes you, likes you. He already has a girlfriend." We laughed a little and then started to talk about our hair… boys… and other random stuff.

I was distracted though… and I kept on dosing off. I kept on thinking of the question that keeps running through my mind. Why am I so excited for tomorrow with Jackson?

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter! I kind of liked it. More towards the end though. The beginning was a little rough. Please review!