*Carson's P.O.V*

The pep rally just started and I was sitting in the bleachers with the rest of the senior members on the football team.

The cheerleaders were doing their normal routine, and chanting the school song. The squad were wearing our away jerseys. Right in the middle, my number was dancing away, and the girl wearing it was the only one I had my eyes on. Zoey. Zoey was the only girl I had my eye on. Her blonde hair was curled, and in a high pony tail. Her face was lit up, and her smile was brighter than the sun.

I couldn't stop staring at her, and I still couldn't believe she said yes to wearing my jersey.

Coach just let us go early so we could go rest up before the game.

"Don't forget your away jerseys for the cheerleader's guys." He reminded us, and we all nodded.

I was so nervous to ask Zoey to wear my jersey. I didn't want to make a fool of myself, I usually just let whatever girl wear it, but this year, I wanted it to be her.

I was waiting for her outside the gym, leaning against her jeep. Kara was probably holding them over again.

She finally came out, and she looked exhausted, but her face lit up when she saw me. "Hey," she smiled at me.

"Hey," I smiled back, "How was practice?" I asked.

"Kara is still pissed at me, Kailee and Olivia about the whole homecoming court thing. So, terrible." She rolled her eyes.

I held the jersey tight behind my back, "I'm sorry."

She looked at me, "What's behind your back?" She tried to peer over my shoulder.

"Oh, well I have a questioned."

She looked up at me, "What's up?"

"Well, its tradition to give a cheerleader our away jersey on homecoming, to wear to the game and everything. So, I was wondering if you'd do me the honors and wear mine." I handed her the jersey and she took it.

She didn't say anything at first, "If it doesn't smell like you after a football game then yes, I'd love to." She smiled up at me.

"Carson," Henry nudged me.

"What?" I asked him, snapping back to reality.

"We are about to go outside for the powderpuff game," He stood up and I followed.

It is another tradition that the fifteen girls in each grade, play in a powderpuff game every Friday afternoon before the game at night. The boys dress up as cheerleaders and cheer for their grade level. Taylor, Henry and I are the coaches for the senior class.

I got down to the field, where the rest of the senior girls were stretching. Since they were seniors they got to wear actual football jerseys, while the other grades wore normal class shirts.

"Okay," Taylor clapped his hand, "We are facing the little sophomores first and then going to face the winner of the junior and freshman class in the championship game."

"If we win." Henry added in.

"We will." Taylor snapped back, he turned to the girls. "Zoey, you remember the plays?"

Zoey was standing near the side, looking over to the stands at all the parents that are arriving for the game.

"Zoey." Taylor said again.

"Yes, I know the plays." She responded mono tone.

Zoey was our quarterback, and she was good. Her arm was crazy insane, I didn't think a girl could throw the football that far.

"Perfect weather for a football game," Henry states, as the sun is peering down on us.

Zoey frowned, and I scanned the stands looking for her family. No one was here, not even her siblings. Strange.

"Let's go!" Coach called out. We jogged to our side of the sideline as the girls jogged out on to the field.

I grabbed Zoey's arm, "Are you okay?"

She smiled, "Of course." Then ran out to the field.

"Dang dude move on fast don't you." Taylor said to me, and I just glared him down.

"You know how to back stab your best friend." I snapped back and walked to the other side of the sideline.

The girls played great. Zoey threw the ball for almost fifty yards on one play and the whole stands let out a wild cheer when Kailee caught it in the end zone.

We beat the sophomores 35-0 and had to play the junior class.

"Zoey, if I would have had an arm like that I would have made you be backup quarterback," Taylor flirted with Zoey before the start of the championship game. "Where did you learn to throw like that?"

"I have three older brothers, who are sport fanatics." She replied coldly, still looking into the crowd.

"Well, you should have been on the team." Henry announced, and we all laughed.

The second game started, and the junior girls main goal was to shut down Zoey, which didn't work. Zoey was too fast. If a receiver wasn't open, she would just run the ball.

One play, Zoey did a crazy spin move, and literal everyone was shouting.

The seniors ended up winning the championship, and Zoey got the mvp award.

"Dang girl," I gave Zoey a side hug after the game. "I didn't know how skilled you were."

She just let out a small laugh, and wiped her forehead, "That was so much fun, I am kind of upset it was my first time ever playing."

"Well at least you started and ended your career as a winner." I teased as we headed back into the school.

"No joke," She sighed as she got to her locker. "I'll see you tonight at the game." She smiled at me.

"I'll be wearing the green 28," I said to her as she walked down the hall.

"I'll be in the white," She called over her shoulder as she headed out the door.

Leaning against the locker, staring at her walk out the door. I couldn't believe how wonderful she was.

Shaking my head, I walked back to the locker room to get ready for walk throughs.

"Dude, is Zoey single because dang I would date her. She had a hell of an arm." I heard one of the juniors say as I walked in.

"I would do more than date her." I heard someone reply.

"Excuse me?" I called out. They didn't say anything after that.

I don't know why but I just felt like I needed to protect her. I opened my locker and grabbed my cleats.

"Why do you get so worked up over her?" Henry asked sitting down next to me.

"I don't know." I shrugged, "She's just I am not sure how to put it."

"Dude she's just a girl." He said, walking out.

No, she wasn't just some girl, she was different.