Freak Magnet

Very much a sequel to Geek Magnet. I reccomend you read that first. *hint,hint* ANYWHU! YES there are tryouts for the football team. Some schools don't have them (this is true), but mine does so!
Ps: It's my dear Boqqy's POV :o) well... most of the time... might switch it up
~obsessive-elphaba

Well, today was the big day. That's right: football tryouts. Fiyero and I, the Thropp brother-in-laws to be (unless we want to be murdered by Frex), are trying out. Nessa's still bummed about not being able to do cheerleading. "It's not like it was my fault I fell." She had grumbled.

"Look on the bright side." I shrugged. "I'm taller than you again!" She just kept on glaring at me.

Football tryouts was supposed to be a smash. I had practiced for a while. It'd been about three weeks after the school's musical let out. And about two weeks since Nessa got back into that chair of hers. But Galinda and Elphaba are cheerleaders. "You think I'm going to make it?" I ask her.

"What?" Avaric laughs. "You're so short!"

"I could be a running back." I defend myself.

"Of course you'll make it." Nessa smiles at me.

"I believe in you." Another voice says.

We turn to see that girl Milla. I groan inwardly. Sure, there's nothing wrong with Milla (SHE IS A FREAK!) except that she has the biggest crush on me. "Hey, Milla." I nod politely, as unawkwardly as I possibly could manage.

"I'll be cheering you on!" She waves some of those bally... confetti-ish... cheerleading stuff. Pum-pums or something. WHATEVER. She was flirting with me, yet again.

And by the looks of it, Nessa was noticing it as well. "Good luck." She smiles, topping that off with a short kiss. That's when I run onto the field. Like a big game sort of scene from the movies.

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Tryouts sucked. I was the shortest guy on the team. The coach kept looking down at me (literally and figuratively) as bad. I was really fast, but I need to work on evading tackles. I left with a face full of dirt and an annoying Avaric "just pulling my leg" about how bad I sucked. I would argue, but unfortunately, he's the coach's son and obviously had more practice time for this than the "stupid musical." I was starting to like the musical more and more. Why wouldn't I? That's where it all started, but I'm too bummed right now to go to a flashback. Elphaba glances back at Nessa and me in her car. She probably thinks we should be making out, based on the stories I've heard of her and Fiyero.

"How was football?" She asks me.

"Suckish." I cross my arms.

"You didn't suck." Nessa rolled her eyes for the fifteenth time.

"I did!" I say back.

"Says who? Avaric? You gonna believe him?" She raises a confused eyebrow. I never forgave Avaric for anything, but he still had a strong skill in football. He would know who sucks and who doesn't. Saying "sucks" this much is making me insane. I cross my arms stubbornly. "Oh my Oz." She sighs, giving me a small smile.

"You should dump him, Rosey." Galinda says from the front. I didn't even realize she was there. "He obviously cares more about that dummy than you."

"WHAT?" I say. "Not at all."

Galinda collapses in fits of giggles. "Boqqy's gay, Rosey! Dump him quick!" Boqqy?

I roll my eyes, Nessa gives me a smirk. "Wooo-weee, Boq. What am I going to do with you? It would make sense Mr Argile."

"I can't believe you're even bringing that up." I roll my eyes.

"What happened to Mr Argile?" Elphaba asks.

"NOTHING!" I shout before Nessa can stop her fits of giggles.

"I'll tell my version if you don't." She splutters.

I give her a warning look. "You wouldn't dare..." She just keeps giggling, assuring me that she indeed would. "Fine..." I sigh looking at my feet. "I fell asleep in the dressing room and Crope and Tibbett put make up on me. That's all-"

"AND" Nessa continues, "he stumbles out half asleep and Miss Reign calls 'Miss Argile get in position!' She did it on purpose, too. And Boq, still drowsy, blinks and says..." She leaves it blank for me to fill in.

"No, ma'am. I'm Mr Argile. Mr Argile Drag." I muttered.

They burst out laughing, all three of them. I realize I would receive no sympathy. "Oh, Boqqy, for now and forever you will be our little drag queen!" Galinda says, her voice a pitch too high for my ears to not ring.

Nessa kisses my cheek. "Get over it." I immaturely rub the kiss off.

"You're not a nice person. You're a wicked witch - you are." I whine sarcastically.

Nessa falls silent; Galinda gasps. Elphaba glares at me from the mirror. "I was joking." I say after a while. Please make that better.

"Boq, you do not joke like that! Not to Rosey, ever! I will do terrible things to you if you ever say that again." Galinda puts her hands on her hips.

"The same." Elphaba says.

"That's your warning. Next time we tell Frex." The blond turns back around.

I look back to Nessa sadly. I'm confused, but I want to make it better, right? "I'm sorry." I say softly.

Giving me a tiny smile, she shrugs. "It's okay."

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Witch thing came from inside Team Emily - so Ash, you would get it. But you're probably all confusified like Boqqy with where it comes in. Well this is just a prologue. Hope you like it! :o)
~obsessive-elphaba