"Two, three, four! We're the eagles, watch us soar! Five, six, seven, eight! We came here to dominate!" the cheerleaders chorused, they're moves in perfect sync.

"That's enough for today girls, let's skip practice tomorrow. We'll do great on Friday," Mitchie announced, wiping her forehead, waving to the guys on the bleachers.

The Gray boys quickly, packed up their books and headed down from the top of the bleachers.

"How were those Mitchie?" a blond asked, a bright smile on her face.

Mitchie faked a smile and nodded, "The cheers as great Tess..awesome,"

"Thanks so much Mitchie! I'm glad you loved them. Well, I'll see you later," Tess dismissed herself, just as the boys approached Mitchie.

"Those were..." Nate began.

Mitchie sighed, grabbing her bags. "I know. They suck, but I don't have the heart to tell Tess that. She can be really sensitive sometimes,"

"But those were horrible," Shane blurted, earning a glare from the three.

"Tell me something I don't know," Mitchie groaned, starting off towards her car, the boys close by, "Our choreography is great, our formations are insanely good. But the calls and yells are terrible." she said, unlocking the silver Prius.

"You do know that you have Grammy nominated musicians and writers are your disposal right?" Jason asked, a grin playing at his lips.

"I could never ask you guys to do that and plus, it'd hurt Tess a whole lot and I just can't do that to her. But it means a whole lot that you would offer,"

"Well the offer still stands," Jason said, getting into the passenger seat.

"Thanks, you guys are seriously great," Mitchie grinned, starting up the car and pulling out of the student parking lot.

Shane smirked and pressed himself back against the seat, "You're welcome,"

Mitchie rolled here eyes and tried to concentrate on the road ahead of her. "I was talking about Jason."

"Sure you were,"

"Can it or I'll crash the car,"

"Aren't you just funny?"

"Down right hilarious,"

--

The teens soon arrived at the Torres house, heading straight into the kitchen. Something they all knew would become a habit pretty soon. It was already Mitchie's, the rest would follow suit.

"I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower, you guys can just chill, then we could like make dinner or something since my mom won't be home," Mitchie said, exiting the kitchen and heading upstairs to the bathroom.

Down in the kitchen the boys were still raiding the kitchen.

"So, I like this place. First day and I already got invited to a party and met so many cool people, it's like I'm popular or something," Jason said, grinning.

"I like it too. My teachers are really nice and so are the people. Normal is actually fun," Nate piped.

Shane rolled his eyes, of course he had expected his brothers to go all "Yay school!" but this was ridiculous. "Jason, it's only like that because you're famous. If you remember, you hated school. And Nate I'm not even going to start on you. I get that you guys are excited and all, but it's not always going to be great," Shane finished, getting up from the stool at the island upstairs, leaving behind his two dumbfounded and slightly hurt brothers.

He didn't mean to be so harsh, but they needed a reality check. Soon enough they would understand that high school was not as perfect as their first days had been. He was trying to protect them in a way.

Shane opened the door to his bedroom, only to find out that it wasn't his bedroom.

How did he know?

It could have been the steamy room. The toilet. The dead giveaway being a damp and nude Mitchie that was staring right back at him.

Seconds passed as the two stared back at each other, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment.

"Get out of here you perv!" Mitchie yelled, attempting to hide behind the shower curtain.

Shane quickly shook out of his daze, and shut the door. His face turning more and more red by the second.

This was embarrassing.

--

The four teenagers sat around the dining table, eating their spaghetti in silence. The only conversation being exchanged was between Nate and Jason to pass the bread sticks. Mitchie looked up from her plate, locking eyes with Shane, causing him to look back down.

They had not yet spoken since the shower incident from an hour ago. Barely looked at each. It was obviously awkward. Usually Shane would have made some jerkish remark. But he lived with her now, making it just that more uncomfortable.

Jason and Nate watched the twos behavior, exchanging glances and sensing that something was up between the two.

Jason cleared his throat and looked at everyone. "So.." he began, attempting to cut the tension in the dining room. "What's up?" he asked to no one in particular, trying to get some sort of conversation started between them.

A few minutes passed and still no one had made a comment about anything.

Nate groaned lightly and threw his fork softly, making the others flinch from the sudden clang of noise that he had caused.

"Why is no one saying anything?" Nate demanded.

Seconds passed and still no one had responded to Nate's question.

"Shane walked in on me getting out of the shower," Mitchie blurted, instantly covering her mouth.

Shocked, yet amused expression took over Nate and Jason's faces as Shane's appeared to be horrified. The few seconds of silence that followed were broken when Nate and Jason broke into fits of laughter. Shane and Mitchie simply sunk in their chairs, fierce blushes staining their faces.

"This is priceless," Jason laughed, trying to calm down for Shane and Mitchie's sake.

"It's not funny!" Mitchie exclaimed, wanting the humiliation to die down.

"Shut up you guys," Shane huffed.

"Okay, okay. No more laughing, but you guys will never live this down," Nate said, a final chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm done now,"

Mitchie rolled her eyes, "This stays at this table and no one finds out. Promise?"

The boys nodded in agreement, declaring it their little secret and joke. Mitchie sighed and leaned back in her chair, brushing away her bangs. Of all the things that could have happened this had to be one of them.

Shane rolled his eyes at the situation. Of course it still felt awkward, but he couldn't deny that he didn't like what he saw. He was a guy after all. Mitchie was practically perfect. Beautiful, popular and in his terms, banging.

She was perfection and he wanted perfection. And he knows that he can't have her.

Too bad for him he wasn't the kind of person to fight for things. She had a boyfriend and he was no manipulator. At least not in this department.

I don't really know how I feel about this, I think I might have rushed the plot a bit but I promise to slow it down. I really want to thank everyone who has reviewed, they mean a lot to me. By the way, there is a poll in my profile so if you could check that out it'd be great.

With love, Maria.