Okay so… yeah I'm pretty bored actually. Nothing to do. I should be doing dishes actually. I already blogged, updated my Fan fiction Profile and my Freewebs site… so now the only procrastination tool I have left is this : ) So… Yay! And… I did the dishes…

Oh and to DivaDaddyGoGirl, I know I have an issue with grammar and stuff. But now I do have the check and it tells me and I'm completely convinced messes with the upload. Maybe I'm paranoid.

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It was getting kind of hopeless. They had one quarter left and were down by quite a bit.

"Okay, so it's looking pretty sad… but we can do this. Come on guys." Jimmie was trying to get them worked up. It wasn't really working. It was a home game, so all their friends and family were watching and they were failing miserably. Much like the other team, the Archer High Basketball team was afraid to touch Kiki, and this time the wild cats didn't correct them.

"Let's just get out there and do out best." Jack sighed, leading them back out. The crowd cheered hopefully, but most knew it wasn't going to help. Kiki took her place, her distractions were getting better and better.

"Damn! Dropped my contact." The guy looked down and Kiki jumped, getting the ball. When she came back down the guy glared at her. He was tired of the distractions. He just… couldn't help but look. He ran after the ball and waited until She got it. As soon as the ball was in her hands he fouled her, knocking her halfway across the court in the process.

"Holy… Kiki are you okay?" Jimmie ran over.

"Ow…" Kiki muttered, laying her head back on the floor. Jack ran over as Ryan and Sharpay stood up.

"You okay Evans?" Jack asked, kneeling down next to her.

"Ugh… yeah… anyone seen my tailbone though? I think it flew out of my mouth when I hit the ground…" They all chuckled humorlessly and Jack held out a hand to help her up. As soon as she put weight on her knee she nearly collapsed, crying out. Jimmie caught her and helped hold her up as Larissa came to the other side.

"What's wrong?" Larissa asked, looking her up and down.

"Her knee, she must have twisted it." Jimmie said.

"I'm fine." Kiki insisted.

"You can't stand up on your own." Jack argued.

"I'm fine, watch." She shook Jimmie and Larissa away and put weight on her bad leg. It hurt, it hurt worse than anything she'd felt in a long time. The pain was so bad she was tempted to rip her own leg off and beat herself with it just to stop feeling the pain, but she wasn't going to let them know that. She bit down on her inside of her cheek and managed to walk to the sideline, where she got a drink and walked back. "I'm fine." She repeated.

"Okay…" Jack said doubtfully.

"Take your shots." The ref said, and everyone went back to where they belonged. Kiki bit down hard on her lip as she jump shot the first one, missing it. She got the ball for the second one and made it, following everyone as they ran off, her run marred by a distinct limp.

The wildcats lost. It was inevitable. Kiki ended up skipping out on Pizza, opting for a quick trip to the hospital instead. With the game over she could safely reveal that her leg was killing her.

Kiki was at the doctor, having her knee wrapped when Superbus' Jenn Je T'aime filled the room. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and made a face.

"Hey Rocket man." She sighed.

"Hey Liar."

"I have no problem hanging up on you."

"The guys and I are in the waiting room. Hurry up, we're hungry."

"I told you to go without me." Kiki sighed, looking at Ryan and Sharpay, who shrugged.

"There you go. Just take this to a pharmacy to fill and you'll be fine in a few days." The doctor handed her a prescription and a set of crutches.

"Thank you. I'll be out in a second." She added into the phone, hanging up. "I guess I'm going for Pizza." She said.

"I'll go pick up the pills and see you at home." Ryan offered, taking the slip of paper and he and Sharpay walked out. Kiki said a quick goodbye to the doctor and swung her way into the hallway Larissa and Donny appeared to walk with her.

"This worries me." Kiki said as they walked down the hall. Larissa explained how coming to the hospital had been Jimmie's idea, but they all agreed to it right away. She also said that they, they being herself, Donny and Kiki, were going to be riding with Jimmie.

"On the upside, you get shot gun." Larissa said brightly.

"Can I get a shotgun?" Kiki asked. Her knee still hurt, and while it wasn't as bad she had planned on going home and reading.

"Nope. You killing yourself would kind of put a damper on the night." Larissa chirped as they got to the waiting room and the Wildcats were all sitting around in a thumb wresting tournament.

"Hang on, Matt and McCall are in the final round." Jimmie waved them off. They watched as McCall beat Matt and finally they headed out to the cars. Jimmie's piece of junk was the closest, which was the reason they decided to have her go with them. Though Kiki suspected it was because Donny and Larissa liked each other and Larissa still wasn't quite over the Fan girl thing.

Sitting in a car while Jimmie was driving was like sitting in a car while a monkey was driving, but a little more dangerous. They got to the Pizza place and Jimmie jumped out to help Kiki get up. Getting her crutches out was a bit more of a feat but they managed it. They were the last to arrive and they guys had already ordered.

"Hey!" The team called as they walked in. The lady behind the counter glared at them like she'd love nothing more than to murder them all. Apparently some people didn't like large groups of teenagers loitering in their establishment.

"So, we decided that, since Little Princess is rich, she gets to pay for the pies." Matt nodded.

"Snowball's chance in hell." Kiki said, sitting down and propping her leg up on another chair.

"Miss, could you not put your feet on the chairs?" a snotty waiter asked, looking at her like she was stupid and a waste of skin.

"I have to keep it elevated. Either it goes on a chair or I'll gladly shove it up your-"

"Excuse her, she's on pain meds. twisted her knee playing basketball." Larissa interrupted. As they waiter stalked off angrily Larissa gave Kiki a look. "You have to work on that rude thing."

"What rude thing?" Kiki asked.

"That 'I'm Kiki Evans, I'll do what I want and if you question me I'll verbally murder you' thing." Larissa replied. The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"How is putting my foot on a chair hurting anyone?"

"That's not the point,"

"Ooh guys, we came just in time for the cat fight." They looked up into the faces of the North West basketball team.

"Ew thought I smelled something." Mat pinched his nose and waved his hand in front of his face. The Wildcats laughed while the Hornets (The North West team) glared at them. Their Captain, Scott Manning, slammed his hand down on the table.

"That's hilarious Ross, but remind me, who just lost their game? Oh you guys, and uh, who won? That's right! Us." He smirked and Kiki quirked an eyebrow.

"Didn't you guys play Sumner? We beat them too." Jimmie had Kiki's crutch in his hand, he had been playing with it, now he was sort of leaning on it.

"Get used to the crutch Zara, you're going to need them when we're done with you. If you ladies ever want to hang with some real men,"

"Please, my pinkie's got more testosterone than you bunch of lumps." Kiki interrupted.

"Excuse me?"

"I think she just called you a bunch of sissies." Larissa nodded.

"Just be lucky you're girls."

"I'd say it's pretty lucky yeah, but I'm on the basketball team Skippy." Kiki smiled. Apparently these guys didn't watch the news.

"You're what?" Scott asked, looking to one of his teammates, who shrugged.

"Yep." Kiki reached for a slice of pizza, taking a big bite.

"So you guys need a girl to make your team any good?" Tommy Ruiz jumped in.

"Just wait until you see her play." Jimmie smirked.

"Oh all they'll be seeing is my dust." Kiki nodded. Jimmie held out the crutch.

"You guys are going to need it more than she does." He said. Scott knocked the crutch to the ground angrily and the Hornets left, leaving a metaphorical puff of steam behind them.

"See, my 'I'm Kiki Evans, I'll do what I want and if you question me I'll verbally murder you' thing does work out sometimes." Kiki smiled at Larissa, who rolled her eyes.

"We'll work more on that later."