Teddy and Family-Chris and Ana the Early years

by Cindra

My Ana and Chris all those years ago. These are glimpses into their childhood. Fair warning Tissue Alert for the first chapter. You might wanna read Teddy's Day Out or Teddy and Family to understand what happened to Chris in this story. I will be adding to this with stories of them growing up as it's so much fun to write about their antics as kids.

11. Chapter 11-Changes

Teddy and Family- Chris and Ana

Chapter 11-Changes

A/N: Finally, I'm updating again! It's their freshman year of Seattle Prep. Chris and Ana aren't reacting well to their new teammates' attention towards each other and other things…Football for him and Cheer/Dance squad for her.

All mistakes are mine...enjoy!

Cin XOXO

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the original characters that are mine and the story idea. (I love to play with my favorite iconic characters but with my AU spin on them. Sorry folks I don't do Canon ever. Like, Love it, Hate it…you have been warned ^^).

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Chris

Wolf whistles and catcalls echo around the football field as the cheer/dance squad sets up for their own practice on the practice field next to the football field. Echoing giggles from some of the girls only prove to entice the guys into showing off during practice. Like a male peacock showing off its feathers. Coach Cook isn't amused at the clowning around when we have our first game on Thursday against Belleview.

"Ten laps now!" He snarls at the clowns still trying to preen for the cheer squad. "All of you!"

I drop the ball in my hands and jog towards the track that circles the field. Practice is gonna run long again and I've got crew in the morning. Thoughts of payback race through my head as I finish my first lap. Itching powder in their jockstraps, shorts, team sweats. They're all girl crazy and it drives me insane that their antics always get those of us who are focused on practice in the shit with them too. Coach believes in sharing the punishment as a team.

"It's not like any of you horndogs have a chance they're all upperclassman." I snarl at my teammates as I pass them on my third lap.

"The JV squad is with them and they're all fair game, Grey." A few snark back.

I stop and turn to glare at them. "Ana, Mia, Kate, Hanah, and Andrea are not and never will be fair game to any of you dicks. Try it and you'll find yourselves spending an extended stay in the ICU." I snarl with deadly intent.

"We'll help him," Ethan, Barney, Paul, and Jose stop to stand beside me. Seattle Prep is still new for the most part, since we transferred here after graduating from middle school. Most of these guys don't know us yet and we barely know them, but I'm gonna make it clear that the girls are not fair game before they get any more ideas.

"Just because you transferred from that big brain academy don't mean that you have any cred here at Prep, Grey." Kent Patts a sophomore locks eyes with me, but I don't waver an inch.

"You're all freshman, not first string…" Peter Sans growls, eyeing us like we're the opposition and not teammates.

"Princes of Seattle or not it means dick here at, Prep." Tony Ordway echoes his buddies, as he makes a show of cracking his knuckles to try and intimidate us. Yeah, we're shaking. Yeah, right these three are so trying to start something that they'll never end up surviving without enduring lengthy hospital stays as a result for their arrogance.

"Touch any one of them and coach is gonna be out three players and you'll be learning to walk and eat again." There's a broken hurdle a few feet from me that needs to be replaced anyway, so I jog over to it and proceed to demonstrate how serious my threat is by turning it into kindling with a few powerful kicks from my foot and swift moves from my gloved hands.

"Holy fucking shit!" Their eyes look like their bugging out of their heads and the trio swears under their breaths. "How the fuck did he do that?!"

I think the three of them just pissed themselves. Pathetic.

"We've been studying martial arts since kindergarten that's just a sample," Ethan smirks, shrugging my demo off as if it were child's play and nothing big.

"By we he means all of us,, including the girls have at least two or more black belts in various forms of the ancient arts," Paul growls, ready to have my back if I need it. Yeah, right, like the three of them were even worth the demo. That was to send a message nothing more than that. This is High School it'll be all over the campus grapevine by tomorrow morning tops.

"Chris and Ana have earned mastery level in nearly all of them." Jose shoots them all a wicked grin.

"By all means try and put the moves on any of them and it will be they who land you in a hospital ICU ward," Barney says, giving them all fair warning.

"GREY!" Coach jogs over to see if he has to separate us. "What the hell is going on here?! If you have that much energy to burn then you can give me an extra ten laps! This is football, not Mortal Kombat! Move your Asses now!"

"Sorry Coach!" We get our asses in gear and start running the track again.

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Ana

I don't know what's more infuriating the cheer uniform what there is of it or the attention that it gets you. Seriously, my old ice dancing dresses covered more of my backside than this thing and the shorts under it are more like boy short panties than anything! A promise is a promise and I never break my word, so making the cheer/dance squad this summer and enduring cheer camp hell was my fate.

Our moms have had us in dance and gymnastics classes since I was four and they were five. Yeah, we've done cheerleading it's not new by any means, but this is different. We're all teens now and in the eyes of older boys' new conquests.

Being on the JV cheer squad basically puts a bullseye on you in the eyes of the football jocks that we're cheering for and for most of the boy crazy girls on the squad it's their dreams come true to be fawned over and pawed at by the players. Their mission in life is to be popular and land themselves a boyfriend...blah…blah…blah…

Pathetic. Most of them on the squad are panting after the boys and all I wanna do in truth is rip off their fake extensions by the roots, but it's the first week of Seattle Prep freshman year and I promised to be nice and ignore them. Lilly, Casey, Mindy, and Brooke are the worst and see themselves as the head bitches of the Freshman and Sophomore class.

They tried their worst on us during Cheer Camp but backed off after we retaliated in kind. Let's just say that getting fake extensions wasn't something that they had their hearts set on this summer. You learn a lot on how to deal with bullies from classic Disney movies like Parent Trap. Only we put our twist to submarining the bitch quartet while they slept. Let me just say that honey does not come out of hair when mixed with other sticky substances and their beautiful long locks got a nice pixie makeover. Thus, the fake extensions. Stealing our clothes and tossing them into the lake. Having to go to the ER so that they could remove the cheer stick that the bitches put glue on before handing it to me called for major payback.

Cheer Camp is supposed to bring your team together, but that's a big bunch of BS and only to make parents feel okay about letting you go. It's one month of Hell with females trying their best to out whit and outplay one another. You have to trust the very bitches that are making your lives hell. It's Insanity to the extreme. Coach Di is brilliant at choreography, dance, and cheer. Her teams win when they compete. She's even a former multi-national champion and was a professional Seahawks cheerleader. She's tough, but also a mama bear towards all her girls and after the cheer stick incident and the submarining we all had to attend a weekend of teambuilding workshop to help bring us all together. Meditation. Obstacle course. Trust exercises. The whole experience was the norm for the five of us seeing as we often attended one of Uncle Jason's weekend boot camps and it was basically the same thing only on a more extreme scale.

I'm bored out of my mind while the queen bitch wannabees practice trying to be flyers and not do damage to their unfortunate base counterparts. I could do that in my sleep and coach Di knows it, but she's giving everyone that she thinks has the ability to perform those skills a chance. Well, that and my big toe on my right foot is sprained, but it's taped. I've danced and done gymnastic meets and martial arts comps with worse.

I start to do a few tumbling passes from my floor routine just to stay loose and then transitioned from there into a master's level kata in karate. Completely oblivious to the gaping stares around me.

"ANA!" Kate and Mia shout at me and I do a triple backflip over to where the two of them are standing with their hands on their hips glowering at me.

"What? I'm bored out of my mind and tumbling about is part of cheering…" I grin, eyes dancing at my big sisters and best friends.

"Steele!" Coach Di is shaking her head grinning at me. "You're up! Kavanagh! Winters! Take your places as her base! Grey and Edwards will spot! Nothing fancy, Steele. Just the basics!"

"You got it," I nod, giving her a sassy salute. "I trust my girls to catch me always."

"Don't be a smart ass, Steele." Coach Di playfully tugs on the long stream of my ponytail. "Impress me."

The four of us have been practicing these moves for weeks, so we work seamlessly as a team much to Coach Di's delight and the Queen bitches' disappointment. I'm still the shortest of the four of us at five four while Kate, Mia, Hannah, and Andrea all are around five seven or above. Making me truly the little sis of our squad, well that and the youngest.

When coach is satisfied with how we're progressing at mastering our stunts and the cheers for Thursday's game all of us are finally free for what's left of the late afternoon.

"And we willingly wanna do this why?" Mia was sprawled out on the grass next to Kate.

"It's fun and looks good on a college application…" Kate groaned, sitting up to stretch before her body made her pay.

"That and we're supporting and cheering on our guys." Andrea was looking over at the football field where the guys were still running plays.

"We'd break our moms' hearts if we didn't…" Hannah snorted, rolling her eyes.

Sad and pathetic, but truer words were never spoken. Our Parents gave a massive summer party celebrating our making the cheer/dance team, the boys making JV football, and Chris and Ethan making the Crew team. It's like we achieved a right of passage in their eyes. I would have been happier being the coxswain for Chris and Ethan's Crew team than cheer, but a promise is a promise so here I am.

"We've trained for this since we were four and five. Ballet. Dance. Gymnastics. Peewee cheerleading. Middle School. Now JV squad. The only change is that we have to grit our teeth and play nice with the sophomore queen bitch quartette…" I glower at the bitches in question as they blatantly drool over at the guys.

"The freshman are hot!" Casey bites her lip and is nearly panting.

"Christian is gonna be mine," Lilly vows to her fellow bimbettes.

"I'll take Ethan." Brook sighs dreamily.

"Barney's mine," Mindy says while trying to catch the attention of the boys in the other field.

"I'll take any of them…" Casey grins and down bends provocatively to gather up her pom poms from the grass.

"Like hell, you will, Ethan is mine!" Mia recovers instantly and vaults up to her feet ready to rip Brook a new one.

"Barney is mine," Andrea's eyes narrow to slits.

"Chris is mine." I lock eyes with Lilly and my message is anything but nice. More like try it and I'll more than scalp you bald this time.

"The only way any of our guys would ever even look at you, let alone date you is in your wildest dreams." Kate snorts, giving them the look of dream on bitch.

"We'll see about that," Lilly growled, eyes spitting fire at me. "Let's go girls!" And they grab their gear and head off across the field and towards campus.

"Game on!" We call after her, but they stick their noses up in the air like the haughty little bitches they are and continued across the field.

"Ladies, ignore the little prima donna's. They're just trying to get under your skin because the five of you are the best on the squad. Your guys are big boys and can fend them off themselves. No sense emasculating them by trying to defend their honors." Coach Di takes no time nipping this brewing war in the bud.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be good for now…" I growl under my breath and stalk over to the open gate in the fence that separates the practice field from the main football field.

"Ana! They aren't done with practice yet!" The girls call after me.

"I'll watch from the bleachers!" I see that Chris and the guys are over by the benches and know that practice is ending in a few anyway, and I haven't seen Chris since last period at Gym class.

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Chris

Coach is working with Defense so I finally get a breather and head for the benches along with the guys. We're offense so we get a breather for now. I'm downing my bottle of Gatorade when I see Ana stalking onto the track in a full-blown snit. I'd been laser-focused on practice and not pissing Coach off more than he already was today, so her snit was a mystery to me.

"Our Pixie is pissed." Ethan whistled low under his breath.

"Annie's on the warpath?" Jose arched a brow, whistling under his breath.

"She's on the squad under protest, but it looked like she was having fun a while ago." Paul narrowed his eyes at me.

"Did you forget something, Chris?" Barney shot me a look.

"Hey! I've been busting my ASS for the last three hours! How the hell is it my fault that my Babydoll is pissed off the scales!?" I glower at them, as Ana bristles at the wolf whistles and catcalls from the team and then pick's up a football and punts it at them causing them all to hit the deck or feel pain.

"Steele!" Coach shouts over at her and Ana stops to glower at him in annoyance.

"Flag on the play!" Coach Di shouts from the practice field. "Ana is mine! It was like pulling teeth to get Ray to sign off on her being one of my flyers! There's not a chance in hell that you'd ever convince him to sign off on her being a kicker on the football team! She's upset that the girls on the squad are gunning for your secret weapon! Evidently young Grey is hotter than the latest teenage heartthrob! Steele doesn't share what's hers!"

The guys on the team go from stunned by Ana's attack to razing the hell out of me over that zinger.

My face heats up redder than an overripe tomato, as all eyes zero in on me. I shudder just thinking about fending off unwanted annoying females for the rest of my high school career. "They can gun for me all they want! It's never going to happen!" I grit my teeth in frustration. It's just a face.

"Sorry Coach Cook, but my Mom would go mental! Well, that and Barney loves his spot on the team! Not that I'm not flattered or anything, but I'd be bored to tears waiting on the bench to run out just to kick the ball. No offense or anything Barn." Ana bites her lip, shooting Barn a sheepish look, thinking that she's hurt his feelings.

"None taken, Annie." Barney winks at her. "I'm not nearly the risk taker that you and Chris are, so I completely get your take on this particular position on the team."

If I can't be the one to throw or catch the ball and make the touchdown then sorry, just no." And now that she knows that Barney is fine with her stance continues with her view on football and how sexist it is in her eyes.

Ana can be a little snot about her views when her feathers get ruffled like now. The downside to her little snit is that all the guys on the team are checking her out big time and I really don't like it.

"At least flying is a challenge and being on the squad makes Mom happy and not laser-focused on her mission to make me center my world around all things female! I'll happily stick to cheering our guys to victory while they try to do bodily harm to their opponents in order to capture this oddly shaped leather ball. You know when they defend the poor soul charged with throwing it before the opposition sacks him in a no-holds-barred mission to prevent him from completing said pass to the unlucky sap that gets the honor of catching the ball and running a gauntlet down the field praying that he can make some distance or by some miracle a touchdown before the other team takes him down." Ana takes the scholarly approach to tear to shreds the sport that in her eyes is just a bunch of guys trying to kill themselves over a football, well that and it's a men's only sport and she hates the boys only club mentality with a passion of infinite suns.

She knows football just as well as even the coach himself and often will critique videos of our practices that Barney gets for her. Her main goal in doing it is to make sure that I don't end up severely hurt and endure career-ending injuries. Like broken bones or concussions. She hates math, but my Babydoll is a master strategist and sports like football, hockey, basketball, soccer, and rugby in her eyes are like soldiers being led into battle. She gets it from Ray and her ability to prioritize from Carla.

We go over plays at home playing flag football or touch with the girls, so I know that they could easily take on our defense if the guys start to get smartass with them. There isn't a chance of that happening, because they're all staring bug-eyed at Ana as if she's out of her mind. I don't even think they understand anything that she said about the sport that they live breathe and bleed for. If anything, they think she's showing her geeky adorable nerd side. Again, not liking the way the guys are eyeing my Ana and I'm gonna do some serious damage if they don't knock it off!

Coach is shaking his head and grinning at her, while his wife and the rest of the girls are laughing their asses off.

Ana plants her hands on her hips narrows her eyes at them all and growls, "Your defense is abysmal and that's just being polite. You have a serious problem with envy and jealousy in your ranks, Coach Cook. Your sophomores aren't happy that you've replaced nearly all of them on offense with your dream team of freshman all-stars in the making. Being demoted to second string or defense has them wanting to plot to undermine your roster. I wouldn't put it past the sophomores on offense to bungle it up so that my Christian gets injured enough so that he's sidelined for the season. Ethan and Paul as well. You might want to nip that in the bud now, because if anything underhanded happens to my Chris or any of the new all-star line up then I'll have to retaliate in kind."

"Awe…" Pete Sans snarks. "Ain't that enough to give you cavities!"

"Grey is so delicate that he needs his pint-sized little pixie to protect him!" Tony heckles next.

"There's a pecking order here, tiny." Kent Patts calls out, it's pathetic how he's trying to act like an Alpha when it's obvious that he's not. "Besides, what can you and that tiny little pipsqueak body do to protect him from a little tough love?"

Oh shit! No one calls her out on her height, well, that or touches her hair. Both result in humiliation or in this case bodily harm to the person causing the offense. Add that they just threw down the gauntlet and it's not gonna be pretty.

"I just made you all eat turf with that football and with a sprained big toe, no less, and you think that I can't handle you three Neanderthals? Please!" She snorts, rolling her eyes.

"We'd squash you like a bug without even breaking a sweat!" The morons burst out laughing, not the least bit afraid of her petite five foot four to their considerably bulkier frames.

"Would you dunderheads like a little demonstration?" Ana zeroes in on me.

We lock eyes and I know exactly what she's up to and it's not happening.

No! Forget it! Ignore their sorry asses! I'm a big boy, Babydoll. I can and will take care of any retaliation against me on my own. You're only lowering yourself to their levels. Jason and Ray will have my ass and I hate weekend Bootcamp!

What's a little friendly sparing demonstration gonna hurt? Ana grumbles back.

For one thing…You're so pissed right now that you're seeing red and I've been roughed up enough for one day and don't feel like being your practice dummy right now. That and you've got an injured foot that you've more than overworked already today.

But you're wearing all that football armor for protection and I'm not seeing things in a red haze, just really annoyed. Please, Chris. She sulks, sticking her lip out in a pout and blinking her baby blues at me.

Shit! The pout and eyes too! Be strong Grey! Stand your ground!

Goddamnit! Cut it out, Anastasia! The answer is no! I can't spar with you, because every time we do my brain goes into protect mode major and I let you win! I can't stand the thought of causing you discomfort or pain ever! It's ingrained in me to always protect and defend you!

I bruise easy! Daddy will just think it's from cheer practice! We're sparing! Not going all out at a match! You're done for the day anyway and W\we need to practice for the martial arts exhibition this weekend! Sensei is counting on us… She whines and decides to be a smart ass and performs a tumbling pass on her way over to where I'm standing glowering at her with my arms folded across my chest.

She's just not getting it!

We're doing our Masters in jujitsu kata that the two of us can both perform blindfolded in our sleep. If you wanna show off then knock yourself out, but I just finished a three-hour grueling football practice and can't indulge you or your temper right now! All I want is a long hot soak in the hot tub or an hour in the sauna. I've got to be able to move in the morning for Crew practice! And you have advanced ballet class in two hours or did that little factor completely slip your mind?! Grow up, Anastasia! This is High School! Guys here run on their egos and hormones! Hell, practice was torture today, because your squad was practicing in the other field! Coach made us do 20 laps every fucking time the team lost focus! I'm gonna have to shell out to replace the hurdle that I took out my temper on to show them to back the hell off all of you or else take a trip to the nearest ER or ICU! You are MINE! MINE to PROTECT! I will handle those horndogs and bitchzillas my way! In the words of Hermione Granger your favorite famous fictional witch! IGNORE THEM!

I'm sorry, Tiger. I'm just bitchy today. Part of me just feels like having to endure the purgatory that is Elite High School is a bloody waste of time. All we're really doing is indulging our paranoid parents who want us to experience all of life's milestones to the fullest. Meaning a full class load of AP level classes! Cheer and Dance team hell while keeping up with all of my other extracurriculars! While you try to kill yourself taking on Crew and Football, your extracurriculars, and all AP level classes! It's nuts! Why are we trying to kill ourselves just to please everyone else when we could easily test out and bolt for Harvard or MIT! She vents out her misery to me while I pull her into my arms for a hug. It's only week one and she's already ready to bolt? Not good.

I've got you, Babydoll. We're in this purgatory hell together. Promise. I croon kissing the top of her head.

"Ewwww!" Ana squirms and pushes hard on my chest to get free, but I'm keeping her trapped against me. "Gross! Christian let me go you reek!" She squeals.

"As you wish, princess!" I easily scoop her wriggling body up and toss her over my shoulder. "Am I done for the Day, Coach? I've got Crew in the morning!" I shout over to Coach who is stunned that I can easily handle the little hellcat growling profanity in several dialects while trying to wriggle free off my shoulder.

"Hit the showers! And leave the girls be! I need all of you ready to play on Thursday and not on the injured players' list!" He gives up as the team's focus is shot and calls it a day.

"What are they gonna do, Coach? Slap us to death?" Sans hoots, highly amused.

"Those girls all hold black belts in some form of Martial arts, so no boys I don't think that their means of retaliation is going to be slapping you silly." Coach, nearly at the end of his tether, glares at them.

"Martial arts black belts," Ordway snarks snidely. "Yeah, right maybe in shopping."

"Karate, 5th degree." Coach Di smirks.

Mia, Kate, Andrea, and Hannah bow then lock eyes with their prey.

"What about the little pipsqueak on Grey's shoulder?" Kent Patts just doesn't know when to quit.

"She and Chris are going for their master's in Ninjutsu this weekend," Mia smirks.

"But they've already mastered Karate, Jujitsu, Aikido, Judo, Kung Fu, Tae Kung Do, Tai Chi, and the next one on their bucket list is Krav Maga." Andrea counts down each one on her fingers.

"Both Ana and Chris are overachievers in just about everything and highly competitive with each other. They don't stop at just one." Kate rolls her eyes.

"Well, they see something once and it's committed to memory, so it's kinda ingrained in them to excel or be bored out of their minds." Hannah blurts out in our defense.

"Wait shut the fuck up! Grey and tiny tot there are like Jet Li and Jackie Chan?!" Kent Patts sneered thinking they were lying.

"Yeah, right! He's fourteen! It's not fucking possible!" Tony Ordway snarked.

"Prove it!" Peter Sans challenged. "I'm a green belt in karate and it's taken me years to achieve that no way that those two have mastered all that in what eleven years! I call BS!"

"FOR FUCK SAKES! FINE!" I set Ana back down on her feet and strip off my jersey, then lose the pads. "Who wants to be my first victim and do your parents have premium health and life insurance on each of your sorry asses!?" I snarl darkly, as I pull off my cleats and then my socks.

"Chris! No way! We'll show them just a taste and then that should shut them up! Sensei wouldn't approve and then you'd be looking at a whole month of weekend fun with Uncle Jason and the big brothers." Ana has already kicked off her shoes and lost her socks ready to spar.

"One demonstration like we're doing on Saturday for the Self-defense exposition. That's it then we're done with this bull shit." I grab her hand and we head out to the middle of the field.

"Move unless you wanna be considered fair game!" Ana smiles sweetly over at my teammates and they wisely head over to the benches.

We both lock eyes with each other, bow, and then launch into our demo of master level katas in martial arts. It's just her and I going all out ignoring everyone and everything around us. Completely in sync with each other so that neither one of us misses a step and hurts the other. To anyone watching it looks like two fighters going all out, but it's really more like a well-choreographed ancient dance.

"Holy fucking shit!"

"No wonder he's nearly impossible to sack and can run the ball like the pros!"

"How are they doing that?!"

"Fine….yeah….okay…the girls are off limits…."

"Shit, she's like a lethal little pixie and matching him move for move!"

"Her!? Grey could end us all, man!"

"Well, our big brothers are all Special Forces except for Elliot. He's a Judo Master and owns his Grey Construction. Our big sister Sam is with one of the Federal agencies. Ana's Dad and Uncle Jason are also former Special Forces. Jason Taylor is the chief of security for Steele Shipping one of the biggest maritime shipping and building empires on the planet. Being able to defend ourselves in any situation has been ingrained in all of us since we all met in Kindergarten. All of us are targets because of our parents and their careers or empires and our training increases as we age. Next, we're getting to learn how to shoot that's if our mothers sign on to it. It's still up in the air." I can hear Barney happily setting them straight as Ana and I finish the demo and then both of us all but collapse panting from sheer exhaustion onto the cool grass.

"Chris! Coach Waters is gonna be pissed if you can't make Crew practice in the morning!" Ethan walks over to grin down at me.

I flash him the universal fuck you and close my eyes again.

"You two are out of your minds! It's way too humid and hot to go all out like that! You could have given yourselves heat stroke or heat exhaustion!" Paul stalks over to us and tosses two bottles of Gatorade down beside us. "Replenish your electrolytes before both of your systems start to crash any more than they already have!"

"We're fine, Paul…" Ana pants out, still catching her breath.

"Annie! Your big toe's turned all shades of purple and its swelling. Madame Markova is gonna be pissed that you ignored doctor's orders and fucked it up worse! We have Fall recital in four weeks and I can't dance the Pas de deux from Swan Lake by myself." Jose's scolding and observation of Ana's foot has me sitting up and laser focused on getting a look at her foot myself.

"Christ! Mom's gonna flay me alive!" I wince just looking at her abused toe and Paul shoves me out of the way.

"It's fine! I can wiggle it, so it's not broken! Bruised obviously and sprained, but still in one piece!" Ana hisses while Paul checks her toe.

"It's not fine, Ana! It's getting checked out!" I growl down at her.

"Damn right she's getting it checked out," Luke growls, stalking across the field with Ryan, Logan, and Adam right beside him.

"You were not taught Martial Arts so that you could show off!" Adam looks beyond pissed.

"Looked to me like Chris was sending a message and Ana only shows off when someone calls her on her size," Ryan smirks not the least bit pissed about our little demonstration.

"The kids were asking for it and it shows control that he chose to demonstrate his skills rather than give those three prats a taste of them," Logan added that bit in our defense.

Shit! I didn't know that the big brothers were back! Jason must have sent them to pick us up after practice. All four of them are wearing their Seal team six ball caps and t-shirts. Geeze talk about overkill!

"Is there a threat that they've been keeping from us?" Ana narrows her eyes at our big brothers. "I mean, seriously! Four of you to pick us up is overkill!"

"We're here for your first game. All of you were so focused on your practices and then on those jackasses and the mean girls to even notice that we were sitting in the bleachers on the other side of the field." Adam bent down and scooped Ana up into his arms.

"I could have done that…" I grumble under my breath.

"You'll be lucky if you can move in the morning, little brother," Logan smirks.

"Nothing but a soak in the spa and an hour in the sauna won't cure, but my Babydoll comes first," I say, reaching over to take her from Adam.

Ana isn't having it though and clings to big brother, "NO! Not until you shower! You stink so bad that your clothes could practically walk back to the boy's locker room on their own!" She squeals, blushing scarlet, going as far as to wriggle her way around Adam to cling to his back.

"Fine! I'll see you when get back from your trip to the ER! Good luck with that, brat!" I grumble darkly, it never bothered her before. I stalk off the field with the guys giving chase.

"Cool off!" Logan shouts after us.

"We'll get your gear!" Ryan calls out seeing as I left it on the field.

Right now I really don't give a shit about anything, but why Ana has suddenly gone all female around me.

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Ana

"That wasn't very nice, little bit." Adam reaches up and pulls on my ponytail as he carries me off the field.

"He stinks," I wrinkle my nose. "Way more than he usually does when he works out, so I didn't want to subject my nose to it any more than it was necessary.

"Ana, he's really pissed." Mia bites her lip.

"No, more like confused more than anything," Kate snarks.

"Ana turned into a squealing, blushing girl right before his eyes and now he doesn't know which way is up anymore." Andrea giggles.

"I was not!" I growl, burying my reddening face against Adam's back.

"You so were!" I don't have to look at her to know that Hannah is grinning at me like a loon. They all are and as much as I deny it the four of them are right.

"It was only a matter of time before baby sister finally clued in that Chris is swoon-worthy hot boy material. All of our guys are!" Kate has to have the last word as always.

I try and drone out their commentary. My mind can't handle thinking about any of that right now. They're talking about venturing into the next stage of our relationship. Dating. Something that isn't even on my radar or my comfort zone.