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"I swear, this is so stupid. I'm not going to continue at this school if that's what happens when I try to defend myself?" I grumbled.

"What's the matter?" Adam asked.

He was coming in from the game, I think.

"I just got called into the office about dislocating Cole's shoulder." I glared at the floor.

"Riley's dad, huh?" he asked.

"Yes. I yelled at him, too."

"I don't think anyone's done that one before"

"Great. I'm going to get into even more trouble now, because I'm the only person that's yelled at that dumbass."

"Don't feel bad. He deserved it. Nice pajamas, by the way." he smiled and turned to go to his dorm.

I blushed.

Great. Now he knows I wear Care Bear pajamas to bed. Next chance I get, I'm going shopping for new pajamas.

"What was that all about?" Connie asked, meaning Dean Buckley knocking at our door. "You look a little red, by the way."

"Don't ask." I said, crawling into bed.

The next morning Cole stayed far away from me. But that didn't stop him from giving me dirty looks. He wasn't the only one, though. Maybe it was my outfit. A low cut top and an above the knee khaki skirt, that was tight fitting. And a pair of platform sandals.

"Last night's outfit was better than that." Adam whispered in my ear as he walked past.

I blushed, again. Dammit. I'm never wearing my pajamas outside of my dorm ever again.

"What was that about?" Julie asked, staring after Adam.

"You don't want to know." I replied.

"Ok. See you later. Too bad you have to sit with Varsity." she said.

"At least I don't have to stay in Varsity dorms. There are no other girls on the Varsity team. Which totally sucks."

I grabbed a couple muffins (Chocolate Chip) and an orange juice and went to sit down.

"Think you could possibly show more skin tomorrow? Or is today just a fluke?" Jake Mitchell asked.

"Fuck off." I grumbled.

"It was just a joke." he said. "I take it you're not a morning person, huh?"

"What do you think?" I said.

"Either kiss or shut up. I don't want to hear it." Luke Smatt said.

I had had my fill of Varsity. I stood up and walked over to Luke. I poured my orange juice on his head.

"You bitch! I just showered." he yelled, throwing a piece of toast at me. I ducked and it hit a cheerleader.

I got out of there fast. I didn't want to be in there when an all out food fight erupted.

I walked to Biology. Averman was already there. I hadn't noticed he wasn't at breakfast.

"Hey Laura. Wassup?" he asked, without looking up. Oh, he was studying for tomorrow's test.

"I think I just started a food fight in the cafeteria. I poured my orange juice on Luke Smatt. Other than that, not much. You?"

He stared at me for a minute. "Are you for real?"

I nodded.

"Wish I'd been there to see that." he laughed.

"Laura, you may not want to leave the room any time soon. Varsity is on the rampage, so are the cheerleaders. And they're after you." Russ yelled, running in.

"Yeah? Well, class starts in 10 seconds. They can't touch me. Not with the teacher in here." I smiled. "How bad was it?"

"The cheerleaders kind of got the butt end of it. They weren't fast enough to get out of the cafeteria. So everybody went after them." Fulton said.

"Good morning class." Mr. Marin said. "Laura, the Varsity hockey team, and both cheerleading squads are outside looking for you. It can wait until after class.

Thank you! There is a God!

"You know, you have practice today. Your team mates are going to kill you." Ken said.

"Shut your trap."

Spanish was next. With most of the Varsity team, and some of the cheerleaders. Lucky for me, the teacher was already there when I got there.

5 minutes into class, it felt as if it were raining. I looked up. It was, raining honey. And just on me.

"Laura! Get out of here! Wash yourself up, before you come back." Ms. Devins yelled.

I walked to my dorm, and changed into a pair of faded blue jeans, a white sweater, but kept the shoes. I ended up throwing the outfit away. It was way beyond cleaning.

I walked back in, and a few minutes later, was hit by a random piece of paper. I opened it.

You think that was bad? Just wait until

practice rolls around, you'll be in so

much pain, you won't be able to move.

Practice did roll around, and I did almost skip. But I really wanted to play in the game.

As soon as I got onto the ice, I was slammed into the boards, and practice hadn't even started yet.

It seemed like every time I tried to move, someone checked me. The last time I got checked, I considered staying down. They wouldn't do anything then. At least I didn't think they would.

But I had to get up, though. After practice, I slowly walked back to the girl's locker room, and showered.

They were right, I can barely move, I hurt so bad.

To any cheerleader that may happen to read this story, please don't take offense to this chapter. I don't hate cheerleaders, some of my friends are cheerleaders, and I'm trying out in a couple of weeks, for basketball cheerleading. GO OWLS!