I arrive at the stadium early on the first official day of practice. Our first game is away in Cincinnati, against the Bengals. In all honestly, I have never been into football, and I only understand the game enough to know when to cheer. So I have no idea how we are going to do and it is only 2 short weeks away.

I go to the room they have for all of the cheerleaders and see Marlee talking to one of the other girls, I think I recognize her as Elise from auditions. I throw my bag into a cubby near them and pull my new shoes out, throwing the flip flops I was wearing into my bag.

"Hey America! I'm so excited that we both made it!" Marlee exclaims, enveloping me in a hug. I awkwardly try to hug back, it being awkward because I am both just awkward at social interactions and because Marlee decided to hug me while I was partially bent down tying my shoe.

"I know! And our first game is in only two weeks! I am so excited!" I respond back almost as enthusiastically as Marlee was. We talk a little bit more and meet some of the other cheerleaders more in depth. Somehow Celeste made it and was already being so annoying toward everyone here. Marlee noticed too and looked at me with knowing eyes, which allowed us to share a laugh. I glance over at the clock and see that we only have 5 minutes until practice starts, I grab my water bottle right as Marlee, Elise, and I walk out to the field together.

"Okay girls!" Silvia tells us as we assemble around her, "our first order of business is to fit for our uniforms so we can take our team picture tomorrow." All of us look at each other, giddy with excitement for trying on our uniforms and getting new pom-poms and warm-ups.

After trying on dozens of boots to find the perfect pair for everyone, switching tops and bottoms with each other and grabbing all of our practice clothes and pom-poms and bags and hair accessories, it was already more than half-way through practice. We all go back into the dressing room and all change into one of our practice outfits: a lime green sports bra top with the Seahawks emblem and a pair of blue spandex shorts, our lime green pom-poms and some stark white sneakers. Just as we were about to leave the dressing room to actually practice, Celeste yells out at all of us, "SELFIE!" Even though we all hate Celeste, we rally behind her and pose for the picture, some of us pulling our phones and doing the same.

Moments later, Silvia came in to the room and tried to hurry us up, so we all threw out phones into our respective bags and went out to the field to learn a few cheers.

Before I know it, practice is over and we are all heading back to the dressing room to grab our bags and get out of the stadium. On the way out I hear lots of talk about going out to a bar or restaurant with some of the football players to celebrate the first day of practice, and after Marlee asked if I was going, I decided against it.

I have never been one for drinking. I've seen what it has done to people so I just politely decline most social situations where drinking would be involved. Don't get me wrong, I do have the occasional glass of wine with a fancy dinner, but I'm not one to drink it often. Marlee and I walk out to her car together, her heading out to the bar with Elise and me making the trek home to my new apartment.

I arrive at the doors of the high-rise a few minutes later and walk in, pressing the up button on the elevator and dumping my bags on the ground for the few brief moments I knew I had until the elevator got all the way down to the lobby.

I see the light turn off and the doors open to the elevator and reach down to grab my bags, only to realize they weren't by my feet anymore. I begin freaking out because I need to have everything in those bags for practice and games. I can't afford to lose it. I jerk my body around to see if I can catch the culprit only to basically run into Maxon Schreave, who was standing inches behind me, holding my bags along with his.

"Didn't mean to scare you there, I thought you saw me." He tells me, fairly convincingly. I calm myself down quickly as he ushers me into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor penthouse and asking me what floor I needed. "umm, 6 please." I tell him, vaguely ashamed. Here he is, head quarterback making millions with the penthouse apartment in one of the most expensive apartments around, and I am standing there, riding the elevator up to the cheapest apartment they own with him carrying my bags.

The elevator doors close and we start going up. "So you are new to the team I guess?" he asks with an annoying smirk on his face. "yeah." I tell him, trying not to sound rude or too peppy, both of which would be bad. He nods and we reach my floor. The door opens and I reach for my bags. After realizing he isn't about to give them to me, I look up at him and he just tells me "I can take them in for you." I roll my eyes and try to disagree, but he just gently pushes me out of the elevator and asks which apartment is mine.

I unlock my door and open it up so he can put my bags down and tell him just to drop them on the table. He does so and just as I think he is about to leave he looks over to me, "Did you just move here?" he asks. I nod while I pour myself some water. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind" he says with a wink and walks out of the door. I stand right where I am in the kitchen and just look at the door with a mix of amazement and confusion at what he just said. What in the world does he mean?

Every single day of practice was very similar. The players on the field practicing while we, the cheerleaders, go practice where ever we feel like that day around the stadium. I admit, it is tiring, but I love cheering. All throughout high school I was on the Varsity cheer team, and senior year I was the cheer captain. Everyone thought it was strange that I loved cheer because I am the total opposite of the stereotypical cheerleader. Everyone else was even more shocked when I told them I was going to try out to be a NFL cheerleader.

By Friday of the first week, all of the cheerleaders were whipped. Silvia and the team had worked us to death to learn everything. Now we only have a week until our first game, but we already know most everything we need for now. It was so exciting being a NFL cheerleader, and almost all the other girls were great.

I quickly befriended Marlee, who had moved to Seattle from Kent, which was closer to me than Seattle. Elise seemed pretty nice and sweet along with Natalie. Really the only girl I don't get along with, and I don't think anyone does, is Celeste. She is terrible. All she wants to do is sleep with all of the guys on the team and become famous off of it. I seriously doubt that she will get far, her model-like body won't make up for her terrible personality.

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