A/N STILL F**KING TESTING!

Stan's POV

"Why are you up so early?" I ask J. Who by the time I walked down the steps looks as if it was the middle of the day. "Why are you wearing a football jersey?" J's wearing black leggings, a black long sleeved shirt and a white football jersey that has the numbers zero five on it.

"I have a game to get to." J replies. "My team cheers at the fifth and sixth grade games sometimes and then it ends with us cheering at the game your team plays against the team I cheer for. I have to get there early because we need to prepare half time performances. Also sorry in advanced."

"What?" I ask. Why would she say...

"I have to go. You'll find out later." J says. "Tell your parents where I am if they ask." She leaves.

Three hours later J's POV

"D*mnit my throat hurts!" I complain.

"They need to give us more than two water breaks per game. But the thirty minute break inbetween helps." Emily says. "Let's to practice some tumbling. The boys our age will be getting here soon."

"I'm pretty sure every other sentence you say has the word boys in it." I tell her.

"You're probably right. Tumble anyway?" Emily asks.

"Fine." I give in. I've been up in the air once already today and I'm going to have to go up again soon. Then I'll probably kill my throat after today. And apparently now I'm tumbling.

We start out by doing simple cartwheels. Then round offs. Then Emily sees that some of the football team was watching while warming up. Some other girls from our squad were tumbling now too. Emily does a cart wheel front walk over. Some of the younger girls do back walk overs. Than the fifth grader and one of the sixth graders do back hand springs. Me and the older sixth grader look at each other and then count down.

"Three. Two. One." We start. "GO!" We run and jump up, doing round off back hand springs simultaneously.

"Okay girls the game's starting!" Our coach yells. We take our respectful place on side line. "Emily call 'Hi.'"

"Ready! Roll Call!" Emily says.

Our cheer starts with us all shouting. "Hi! Hello! And how do you do?! WE ARE THE RAVENS CHEER SQUAD HERE TO WELCOME YOU! From!"

"Bree!"

"Mia!" Not the same Mia that burned down the forest.

"Angie!"

"Mara!"

"Emily!"

"Chloe!"

"Kylie!"

"J!"

"Jessie!"

"Lauren!"

"Hannah!"

That cheer over. Don't worry. It gets a lot more annoying.

"Okay once they start playing you can call a cheer Hannah. Then just go across." Coach says.

Three minutes later the two teams start playing. Hannah shouts. "Ready! Red Hot!"

Again a lot more annoying. "RED HOT! OUR TEAM IS RED HOT! Our team is! R-E-D! H-O-T! Once we start we can't be stopped! RED HOT! Yeah! Yeah! RED HOT!" I feel really bad for the parents that care enough to support their children.

A player from the Cows team got hurt five minutes later, I think it was some foreign kid. The idiot wasn't wearing a helmet. "Ready!" Lauren calls. "Good Job!"

"G!O O! D! GOOD JOB! GOOD JOB!" We then repeat this three times.

Jessie then gets to call a cheer. "Ready! One We Are!"

"One we are the Ravens." We start out quiet. "Two a little bit louder." Raising to talking. "Three I still can't hear you!" Yelling. "FOUR MORE MORE MORE!" We then repeat this three times. This is actually one of my favorites at least.

Then it's my turn. Our team is planning but they finish before the other team so I get to call.

Stan's POV

Our team was trying to get the plan from Chef when the cheerleaders for the other team started yelling. First it was just J "Ready!" She shouts. "All Our Boys!"

We try best we can to hear Chef but it's hard.

J's POV

"All Our Boys!" I call.

"ALL OUR BOYS GONNA GET ON DOWN!

ALL OUR BOYS GONNA TOUCH THE GROUND!

ALL OUR BOYS GONNA GET ON UP!

"ALL OUR BOYS ROUGH YOU UP!" We repeat five times. I can also be annoying to people. I can hear our football team laughing at how confused the Cows look. Since their cheerleaders don't cheer at games I guess they don't get the whole 'Cheerleader Distract' thing. Basically if your team isn't planning but the other one is, the cheerleaders are screaming something.

After fifteen more minutes it's half time and our team goes out on the field. Since this is home ground now, this is considered a home game. So we preform two minutes of the thirty minute halftime.

Chloe, Mia, and I are put in the air. I like being up here. But I also hate falling. We're required to chant something up here too. Kill me now.

"Ready!" Mia shouts.

"WE ARE DYNAMITE AND WHEN YOU MESS WITH DYNAMITE IT GOES! TICK! TICK! TICK! TICK! BOOM DYNAMITE!" Everyone shouts. Repeat two more times. Then I'm thrown into the air and caught. We now get to take our break.

I walk over to Colin. This is another time I get to talk to my sort of brother. We can insult each other right to our faces and then be laughing in the next five minutes.

"Who's winning?" I ask. It's not like any of the cheerleaders keep track of score. I would but the deal is if it's the weekend I'm not doing no math.

"At the moment, we are by seven." Colin says.

"You realize you can say one touchdown and I'll be able to decode it." I say.

"Yeah but then I'll think you know all the terms." Colin replies.

"And I'll look dumber then you for once?" I ask.

"HEY!" He says.

"See you!" I exclaim. I walk over to where Emily is.

After Game

"You lost." I tell Stan and Kyle. His parents let me and him walk around Kyle after the game.

"Because you guys were screaming your faces off whenever Chef was trying to explain plays to us!" Kyle retorts.

"That's Cheer Law. Whenever the other team's planning and yours isn't your supposed to call something." I explain. "I'm just glad no one on my squad called Bubblegum or Railroad."

"What's that?" Stan asks.

"Two cheers that I'm not sure why they teach it to first grade and under. Anything above that most of them know every cuss word." I say. "Seriously though I'm about to f**king murder my throat."

"I don't think that would work." Kyle says.

"Don't try to get me to say normal things." I say. "Your going to end up in a hospital or mental asylum." I pick up a rock. "You guys want to play rock challenge?"

"What the f**k is rock challenge?" Kyle asks.

"You throw a rock in the air and whoever gets hit with it loses, mostly because they're unconscious." I explain. I throw the rock up in the air. "I would move." I run about five feet away from where I threw the rock. Stan and Kyle get out of the way too. The rock falls down and breaks on the sidewalk. "That's rock challenge."

A/N So tired... For some reason...