Kicking the soccer ball to one of her teammates on the field, JJ ran down toward the goal to get herself open again. This was her team, her sport. If they wanted to be ready for the state championship, they needed to get their shit together.

"Kick it to Jennifer, Callie!" the coach called from the sidelines. "To Jennifer!"

The newest member of the team hesitated before slapping the ball with the side of her foot, but it was a moment too late and one of the girls on the other team stole the ball and kicked it down the other end of the field.

JJ threw her hands in the air and watched her teammates score a goal, and she pulled off her pinnie.

"Callie," the coach scolded, gesturing for the team member to walk over to her. "If this was a real game, you would have cost us a point."

The brunette girl nervously nodded her head.

JJ crossed her arms and glared at the younger girl from her spot on the field. They really needed to pick up the pace if the new girl was going to be any kind of asset to their team.

"You look constipated."

The blond pushed her friend away from her as she huffed. "Fucking ridiculous," she groaned, marching over to the benches and picking up her water bottle. "I'm not screwing up states because the fucking new girl can't kick a goddamn ball."

Teresa looked to the older girl with wide eyes. "Dramatic much?"

"I'm angry. Shut up."

Another blond came walking up, letting her hair out of her ponytail. "Nice game," she complimented her friend, not even bothering to hide her grin. "Too bad the new girl fucked you over, huh?"

JJ glared, her cheeks puffed out with water, before she threw her bottle back to the ground.

"Calm down."

Teresa shook her head. "If she goes home with this attitude, her dad will buy her that purse she's wanted."

JJ's eyes lit up. "True." Turning her head to the new teammate, she grinned. "Thanks Callie."

Absently hitting her friend's arm, the brunette ran her fingers through the ends of her tangled hair. "Who's that?" She pointed over to the unfamiliar girl walking near the edge of the football field. "Is she new?"

JJ forced Grace's hand off her arm before she looked out to the other athletes outside, her eyes meeting the figure wandering the football field. The dark haired teen had her hand tight on the strap of her bag as she looked to each and every athlete she saw, the brown eyes JJ could see from yards away flickering over one of the star football players.

"I don't think I know her."

"Maybe she doesn't go here," JJ offered up. It was a big school but being as popular as she was, the soccer star knew anybody and everybody.

Grace almost glowered at the unfamiliar girl as she went over to one of the football players on the sidelines and started talking to him. Her boyfriend.

Teresa could have laughed at the look on her face. "It's not like she's going to jump James, Grace. She's probably asking for directions."

"Around the field?" the other soccer player scoffed. Glaring at the dark haired girl in what was clearly a pair of hand-me-down jeans and boots, Grace picked up her bag and quickly made her way to the football players.

JJ rolled her eyes. "Dramatic," she huffed, she and her friend following Grace toward the other athletes.

Practically sprinting up to her boyfriend, the soccer player took him by the arm and spun him around. "Hi baby," she grinned, pulling him down for a kiss. "How's practice?"

"Still going on," the older boy smirked.

"Right." Holding her boyfriend's hand firmly in her own, Grace looked to the girl with what looked like jet black hair and gave her the fakest smile she could muster. "And who are you?"

She gave a nervous wave to the other girl, her eyes darting back to the two other soccer players making their way toward her. "Emily," she nodded, feeling her heart racing wildly in her chest. "I just transferred here."

JJ gave a nod. "Nice to meet you." Gesturing to the rest of the football players around them, the blond smiled. "What brought you down here?"

"I like football," she supplied, smiling smally. "Learned to play when I was four."

Teresa frowned. "You play?"

James nodded to the girls. "Yeah, she told me to inform the coach that our play needed to be reworked because I wasn't catching the ball in time."

The girl holding tightly onto the football player frowned. "Kind of rude."

Emily's smile faded, the teenager wanting to immediately shrink away from the band of girls practically staring her down.

"Anyway," JJ interrupted, hearing James scold his girlfriend for her behavior, "I guess we'll see you tomorrow for class?"

"I'm not sure of my classes yet," the brunette said meekly, trying to look away from the blond before her. "I'm a junior but I'll be taking a lot of senior classes."

JJ smirked. Smart and pretty. "Well maybe you can sit with us at lunch if we have it the same period." Ignoring the glared from her friends, the rich girl made sure to hold her smile. "Sound good?"

Emily's eyes flickered from girl to girl before nodding her head. "Thank you."

The soccer star watched with her hand on her hip as the new girl turned her head back around to look out to the football field, and she knew her eyes immediately went to the quarterback taking off his helmet to shake out his hair. "He's cute, isn't he?"

Emily bit down into her bottom lip as she kept her eyes on the teenage boy.

"I think so too," JJ agreed. "Everybody does." She had had a crush on her friend Aaron for years, but he was already taken.

The brown eyed girl watched as the player in question went over to the cheerleaders and let one of the blondes in the front row reach up to peck him on the lips. Just her luck.

Smiling, JJ waited for the new girl to turn around. "Maybe next time though." She motioned for her friends to follow her back to the locker rooms before giving a small wave to the brunette. "Tomorrow for lunch, ok? Don't be late."