This was also prompted by xXAquaMangoXx! It's a spin-off of chapter 63: Goth Cheerleader! Enjoy?

The team cheered as they stormed into the pizza restaurant. Each of them had an arm around a cheerleader as they found their seats. A successful game meant the coach would take them out for victory pizzas and everyone was up for it. Eddie and Patricia hung away from the dividing groups and sighed.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look yet?" Eddie asked, playing with the amethyst stone around her neck.

"Yes, nine times in the last twenty minutes." Patricia said in a monotone.

"Well, I can't help it, you look really good." he defended himself and pecked her on the cheek. "I'm gonna go get some pizza, the cheerleaders are over there." he turned her in the opposite direction and gave her a light shove.

She whipped around to glare at him but found him already moving toward the twenty-four foot long line of pizzas. "Stupid Buttman…" she grumbled, hesitantly making her way toward the tables of giggling girls. She took a seat at the end of the table, hoping to be invisible to the others but they noticed her anyway.

"Um, Patricia, did you know that's not how our uniform is supposed to be worn?" Kelsey scoffed.

"Actually, this is my uniform, not ours, so I can wear it however I want."

The girls around the table side simultaneously.

"OMG!"

All the girls turned to the brunette at the other end of the table and Patricia cringed. Her squeal was loud and high-pitched, causing a few of the customers to turn to them in shock. It hurt Patricia's ears.

"What?" Patricia groaned, holding her head as it throbbed, a headache hitting her hard.

"Justin Bieber just tweeted!" she giggled and everyone else did the same.

"Yeah, so?"

"So? He just said London is part of his tour!"

"Um, I'm gonna go to the little cheerleader's room for a sec, BRB!" Patricia waved happily, faking a big smile and a giggle.

They waved at her and giggled as they continued their Bieber talk. Patricia made a face and grabbed a plate, piling it with pepperoni, sausage, pineapple and mushroom pizza slices. Once she found she had enough to look like she was hungry and not a pig, she walked back over to the cheerleaders' table, thumping the back of Eddie's head in the process.

"Yeah, you know, she looks insanely hot in that uniform." Said one player as she sat down and dug into her pizza, flipping her auburn hair over her shoulder.

Eddie's head snapped to the one with the 18 on his red, white and yellow jersey. Eddie couldn't remember his name but he knew that the kid was new to the school. He had tried out for the team last minute and was the second best player, Eddie being the first.

"Dude, Peter…" Evan chuckled nervously, looking at his pizza.

"What?"

"Exactly, what," Eddie gritted his teeth, leaning forward to raise a dark eyebrow at the brunette.

"I'm sorry…?"

"Don't call her hot."

"Why not—"

"She's my girlfriend, do not call her hot." He spat, glaring at Peter as he settled back in his seat.

"Woah, sorry, dude, but don't you think she's a bit out of your league?" Peter challenged, gray eyes twinkling.

"Ugh, Slimeball, do you think they can get any more annoying?"

Eddie looked up at his girlfriend and chuckled. "Yes, I believe they can, would you like to hang out here?"

"Yes, please," she nodded, setting her plate down and plopping down in his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders. She wasn't the type to show such displays of affection but she had heard a majority of the conversation he was having with his teammate. She wanted to show the idiot that she wasn't out of his league and he wasn't out of hers. They were perfect for each other, even though she didn't like to admit it.

"You call him 'slimeball'?" Peter snorted.

"Oh, that was an attractive noise." She muttered, just loud enough for him and the team to hear, with a roll of her green eyes. "Yes, I do; he's my Slimeball and I'm his Yacker."

"Yacker?"

"Yep; and by the way, Yacker," Eddie smirked at the girl in his laugh.

"Yes, Slimeball?"

"I didn't get my victory kiss," he stated with a grin.

Peter continued to watch them with a frown. He didn't believe this.

"Well, I'm not gonna give you guys a show…" she muttered, jumping out of the American's lap and pulling him into the nook by the arcade in the back, but they were still in clear view of the table. "You so owe me for showing that moron you and I are together."

"Don't worry, I'll make up for It." he whispered back, capturing her lips with his, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.

Peter turned away and looked back at the group of cheerleaders. "What about that blonde one with the purple flower in her hair?"

Review?

Do you think I should change the title of this drabble series since it's not all about the couples?

The godly offer good counsel; they teach right from wrong. -Psalm 37:30

-Rachel