Disclaimer: you know the drill. Deal with it. (Still not awake. Drinkin' java though, so should be soon.)

A/N: The next two chapters are really "cute." Turns out that Lil might end up having feelings for Adam! YAY!! Read on, fellow fanficers.

Chapter 5: The First Game

"This was a bad idea," I said, looking into the stands. I saw Adam sitting with Rick and the rest of the Varsity team. Then I turned around to head out the door.

"Oh, no you don't, Lillian!" Myranda grabbed me and pulled me toward the stands. "You look great. And it's for the greater good of your family."

"You're right, Randa." I straightened my jean jacket and fixed the pom-poms placed tightly to my head.

"Okay, let's go." Myranda led the way to the place where my brother sat.

"Hi, guys!" I said cheerfully.

"Hi, Lil! Don't you just look like the ideal picture of school spirit." Scooter gave me a hug and looked at my Warriors jersey and red-and-white pom-poms.

"Thanks, Scooter." I moved on to Cole and gave him a hug. "Ready to kick Blake's butt, Cole?"

"You bet! We're gonna cream'em."

"All right! Hey, big brother." I gave him a kiss on the cheek, then sat down beside Adam. "Hi." I smiled.

"Hi." He smiled back.

"Oh, Banksy. This is my little sister."

"Yeah, Riley, I know. We've met."

Before Rick could ask questions, the game started. The Ducks started off pretty well. At the end of two, it was 9-0, Ducks leading.

That's when they got cocky. And Blake started to score. With about three and a half minutes left, Charlie went crazy and broke his stick against the goal post. Needless to say, he got two minutes.

Rick, Cole, and Scooter left at the same time Charlie entered the box. A little early to change, but whatever. It's not like I wasn't used to Rick ignoring me then leaving. Then, Rick and Cole's girlfriends went to join the other Varsity cheerleaders.

"Now!" Myranda whispered, elbowing me.

"Is it hot in here, Randa?" I asked her.

"No. Could be for you, though, because of that stupid jacket."

"You're probably right. Hold this." I handed her my purse and stood up. I slid my jacket off and sat it on the bench next to Myranda.

"Hey!" I heard Adam say behind me.

"Uh?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Why are my name and number on the back of your jersey?"

"Oh," I said, 'shyly.' "That. I wanted to show my support. I had it made this afternoon. If you want, I can put my jacket back on." I picked it up and began to put my arm through a sleeve.

He held up his hand in protest. "No, no!" That's fine with me." He grinned like a fool. Again.

"Nice to know you approve," I said coyly. I slid closer to him.

"Banksy, time to change."

"One second," he yelled. "You wanna do something after the game?"

"I can't," I almost let out a laugh of glee at his look of disappointment. Then I leaned closer. "I have to work tomorrow."

His smile returned almost as fast as it disappeared. "Okay. Wish me luck."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss. When I pulled away, I whispered, "Good luck, Adam."

Adam sat there with no expression on his face, blinking his eyes. "Thanks," he said, finally. "See ya."

Adam started down the bleachers. Two steps from the main level, he tripped and stumbled down the remainder of the stands. He looked up at me with this goofy smile on his face. Then he waved and started for the locker room.

I smiled at his retreating back, not because he was cute, but because he had just humiliated himself.

"Let's go," I said to Myranda. "I'm going to be sick."

Myranda and I grabbed our stuff. I pulled off the jersey I had on to reveal a regular Warriors t-shirt. We walked to the door and without a backward glance, started for the dorm.

A/N: Bwahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! That was fun!! Chapter 6 is kinda long, and since I have to work today, I won't be able to post it until lata. ~Nelli~