A/N: Hey guys. Um, I'm back. ::hides from evil glares from being gone so long:: I know, I know. I deserve evil looks. It's been forever since I updated. If you really want the truth, I kinda forgot about this story. The only excuse I can give is my own laziness. Maybe some reviews would give me some inspiration… Oh, the cheer is made up by me, but, uh, I don't know if I should admit that. No offense to cheerleaders. That said, read on!

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Dances With Chickens

Chapter 2: A Harmless Prank Turns Not So Harmless

"Okay guys, let's get out there and do it!" Val said. The cheerleaders all ran from the bleachers and to the sidelines, followed by a reluctant chicken. "One, two, ready, go!" Val counted down. With that the squad began their impromptu cheer.

"Eagles, chickens, what's the difference?

We've got what it takes and we're going to win it!

We're not chickens, quack, quack, quack!

Catch that football, get it back!

Eagles, chickens, both have beaks!

Eagles, chickens, both are geeks!

Kingsport Cobras win that game!

Send these chickens home in shame!

Go Cobras!"

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Up in the bleachers Caitie sat watching the game with Brooke. "You see why I don't want you to be a cheerleader, right?"

Brooke laughed. "Don't worry. They seem just a little ditzy." She mimicked the fake perky smile. "Catch that football, get it back!" She shook her head, as if to rid herself of her false perkiness. "I don't understand what Val sees in it."

"I don't think it's the cheerleading so much as the close proximity to a certain blonde football player." Caitie winked at Brooke.

Brooke laughed, following her sister's gaze to a certain Kingsport High blonde co-captain on the field. "I have no idea where you would get that idea." She laughed and turned her attention back to her sister. "Hey, isn't Jamie the mascot?"

"Yeah. Some evil punishment from Carlson. Where is he? The only mascot I see is a giant chicken…" Caitie gasped. "You don't think…"

"What has Jamie gotten himself into?" Brooke asked.

"I don't know, but Carlson better wait to kill him until after the dance tonight."

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The football sailed through the air. Hank intercepted the ball and began running. He dodged the blue and white uniformed Eagles as he ran down the field. One of the Eagles tackled him, and another joined and took him down. After it was obvious that he was down, more of the Eagles piled on top of him, discreetly kicking and punching one of Kingsport's best players. They knew to win, they would have to take Beecham out of the game. One of the players saw his opportunity. He made his way to Hank's foot, twisted and stepped with all his weight. Hank let out a yell of pain and the Eagles began to pile off of him.

He groaned, holding his ankle. It was obvious to the crowds that something was wrong. It was obvious that one of the Eagles had done it, but it all happened in seconds, and it was impossible to prove that it was intentional. The paramedics there at the game came running. Along with Tyler, Val, and Jamie.

"Keep the chicken out of the way" said Carlos, one of the senior paramedics who was there on call at the football game, in case of an injury.

"Hey, Carlos, it's me, Jamie." He said.

Carlos shot him a double take as he began to feel Hank's ankle. "What's with the chicken costume?"

"Long story. I'll explain later. We have a twenty-four together this week."

Hank groaned. "How bad is it?"

"Just a sprain." Carlos answered. "I'll give you a brace and some crutches, so you can go to the dance after the game, but then you should probably stop by the station and have it looked at, just to make sure everything's okay."

One of the other paramedics came back with crutches and an ankle brace. Carlos got Hank's ankle into the brace, tucked two extra-strength Tylenol into his palm. Hank swallowed the pain killers and made his way over to the sidelines to ice his ankle.

The rest of them looked at each other and decided that they had no choice but to clear the field and get back to the game.

Tyler ran over to the rest of his team, his jaw set with determination. "Sprained ankle. He's out for the rest of the game," He told his teammates. "It was obvious that was no accident. Let's get out there and win this game. Let's do it for Hank!" With renewed determination, they ran out onto the field and into their positions. The game went on.

There were no more serious injuries after that, and Kingsport broke the tie to win in the last seconds of the game. Everyone left the field to get dressed for the dance. Kingsport left excited and energized and ready for the dance ahead of them. Winston's students left dejected and depressed. It was their first loss of the season, and they lost, despite taking out the star quarterback.

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A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is short, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. The next one will be longer. There should be about 2 chapters left. I'm not sure yet. Sorry for hurting Hank. But someone had to get hurt, and well, Hank was there. You guys could probably care less whether some unknown KHS player was down, but Hank just made it more personal. I have nothing against Hank, so don't hurt me. Sorry again that it is so short, but I'll make it up to you by having the next chapter posted within the week. (okay, you know me…um, a week and a half, tops)