This chapter is toned down a bit in seriousness. AU, TDI/A/WT/ROTI Never happened. Rather, High school happened instead. Now, ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL! A FRIDAY NIGHT PARTY!

Okay, I'm not. I don't like football much at all. All I care about is if my home team can make the playoffs and watching the Commercials and Halftime shows of the Super bowl. Otherwise, It's a yawn drawer for me. I like Baseball, NASCAR, and Indy car racing more. Due to this, I probably will screw up most, if not all of the football terms and rules, so sue me if it offends you. Nevertheless, It's the football game, and we're just going to see how many distractions are necessary for a cheerleader or a jock to lose sight of the game.

HERE WE GO!

"3 minutes left in this overtime game, and the Screaming Gophers are ahead of the bass by only 4 points!" Josh shouted over the high school's football arena. Once again, him and his sister Blainely were acting like a pair of nitwits, trying to commentate the football game. "The score is 20 to 24! Can the Killer Bass pull something off wild here in the final minutes?"

All their words fell on deaf ears. Lightning caught the ball just before it would of flown totally out of his range, and turning the initial direction, it went toward Duncan. Duncan gladly caught it, and loosely tossed it into the air as this super-huge guy named Owen came and tackled him to the ground. Now it was flying through the air again, and it was Geoff's run. It was nothing but wide open space ahead of him, and he began running madly. "30 yards! 25, 15, 10 SLAMMED!"

Indeed he was. Just as he began running out of steam he was hit by Alejandro. As the two went tumbling to the ground the ball rolled, quickly at first, then ever so slowly away from the scene of the incident.

"Yeah!" Mike cheered as his team was able to just narrowly avert potential disaster yet again, keeping the Bass behind them again.

Mr. Hatchet stepped onto the field, whistling his whistle. "8yrds, First down!"

As the teams lined up again everyone seemed so anxious. Tyler ran up to his team members, only while he was he became distracted and ran right into 'B'. As the skinny jock brushed himself off, his teammate just picked him up, and motioned 'OK' with his hands.

Everyone got into their respective positions, ready for what could be the final showdowns. The crowd, small as it was compared to a Pro Football game, was whistling, cheering, or others. Some of the people were even cheering in rhythm with the cheerleaders, who had already stacked themselves up in pyramid form. Heather was on top, supported by Dawn and Lindsey, who were supported themselves by Bridgette, Courtney, Zoey, and the rows went on downward. Just as the game started to continue, Lindsey found her eyes snagging on a person on the field, and as they did her balance was lost. Just as DJ grabbed the ball and prepared the whistle blew.

"Aw man, what was that for?" He cried. Chef Whistled even louder, and then spat the whistle out, the noise-maker separating from the rope around his collar and smacking Cody in the eye. "Unauthorized Personnel on the court, foul start. Five yard penalty, 13yrds, Second down!"

Indeed, a lot of Unauthorized Personnel were on the court. All of the cheerleaders had fallen, save for a reluctant Gwen who had Dawn standing on her head. "Watch what your doing bitch!" Heather kicked Lindsey out form underneath her. Lindsey bit her lip just enough to start it bleeding, and the girls began getting back in order.

"FOLKS! THIS IS SO EXCITING!" Josh shouted over the radio, and everyone looked at him strangely, even the players. They weren't doing anything but getting in position. Seriously, he should audition for ESPN broadcasting, He'd fit right into the group.

As everyone got back into position again, DJ threw the ball, and Tyler caught it. An opening formed ahead of him, straight to the touchdown zone, and he took off. As he began running, he noticed Harold running up beside him, covering his right flank. He dared not look behind him, that would prove fatal to his team's chances.

Looking to his left time seemed to stop. He noticed those big, blue eyes staring at him, even from this far away. The crowd screamed wildly, and he felt his feet go out from under him while the ground became a quickly advancing immovable object to his face.

"TOUCHDOWN! KILLER BASS!" Davis added 6 points to the board, and that put the Bass officially ahead. As everyone looked at the three fallen warriors, Two characters got up. Trent snapped his fingers in disappointment after finding out his move to tackle both Harold and Tyler was enacted a second to late. That was when a crows gathered. One of the warriors had not yet gotten up.

Medics rushed over to the scene, and everything became crowded. "FOLKS, DID YOU SEE THAT! IN THAT SHORT PLAY OWEN AND DUNCAN SMACKED SIDES! YOU SHOULD OF SEEN THAT! THE BRIEF BRUSH MAY JUST MAKE THIS GAME SO WELL KNOWN THAT EVERYONE WILL START COMING HERE!" Delusional maniac. Everyone looked in silence, straining their eyes. The stretcher was brought over, and they sat someone on it, rolling him away after putting a white sheet over his body. IT was to far away for Lindsey to see, but it looked bad. Realization suddenly hit her, it must have been Tyler! And of all things, why tonight!

Everyone was silent as the stretcher was put in the ambulance, and it drove off, the life-threatened player now in everyone's hopes and prayers. Not long afterwards the Bass earned their extra point, and the time ran out on the clock. The game concluded, and the Bass felt a victory that was tarnished heavily by a severely wounded player.

As everyone began filling out, Lindsey felt the heaviest of all. While all her fellow cheerleaders began readying themselves for whatever plans they had that night, her body was moving slower then normal, muffling silent prayers to the LORD.

"HE'S DEAD!" Courtney screamed after looking at her PDA. All the girls rushed over. "OUR INJURED PLAYER REALLY IS DEAD!"

That settled it. Now everyone was really sad, although there went' any particular mourners. Lindsey silently walked out of the building, heading home with a heavy heart.

-30 minutes later-

Her parents had left, so she had the entire house to herself. She continued just staring at the framed image that they had taken several weeks ago, the two of them posing for a ballroom dance.

While looking at it, a slowly increasing mound of small tissues noticed on her side, the doorbell rang. Glumly she got up, walking toward the door at a slow pace. As she opened the door, she received the surprise of her life.

"TYLER! YOUR ALIVE!" She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and that brought him to the ground. The two began kissing non-stop until they did stop for oxygen. "I thought you were dead!"

"Dead! Me?" He asked, totally bewildered.

"All the girls sadi that you were dead."

"No Lindsey. It was Harold. Harold was killed."

She gasped. "Oh, Poor Haddy! I hope he was okay."

"I told you, he's dead."

"Well, I have some religious relatives that might be able to pray for him."

"Um….yeah." He remarked, trying to shy the conversation off a sad and awkward topic. "So…are we still on tonight?"

"What?"

"For the date?"

"Oh! Sure! Of course we are!" She rolled off of him and he stood up, then gave the same favor to her, pulling her up and entwining her arm in his. The two walked toward his car where he opened the door for her, and she sat down, and running to the other side, he remarked one word. "jackpot!"

Tyler ALWAYS remarks jackpot when he Takes Lindsey on a date. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyways, I KILLED HAROLD! OMG! And it was an accident! Oh well, this wasn't a good chapter, what can I say. Review!