A/N: Okie dokie guys, fifth chapter of SRL. I had a wserio9us case of writers block for this one, but I have been working on 2 other stories; one called Love is Past Due and another called Take Me or Leave M (co-authored with my lovely partner-in-crime xFireSpritex…)

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter… only around 2 chapters left for this one! Enjoy!

P.S: Am I some of the few utterly worried for Jeff's well-being for his Great American Bash match tomorrow? gulp

"You know D, you two are meant to be together." Mickie stated, sitting on the grass in front of Dahlia. The two were supposed to be stretching for gym class- as Dahlia's dance teacher wasn't there so everyone got split up into separate rooms, but the June heat was already unbearable which made it hard to focus. The two friends had-yet again- just finished talking about the kiss incident in Florida many months ago and the Latina's ongoing suspicions of it being Jeff.

"That's a scary thought." Dahlia replied, stretching her arms above her head.

"Well, I feel that I should tell you that in the interest of full friendship disclosure. I mean, you and Jeff do talk on the phone for hours."

"I think the last meaningful conversation we had was who would win a fight, Chewbacca or the six million dollar man." pondered Dahlia thoughtfully as Mickie burst into hysterical laughter.

The gym teacher came over and interrupted their fun, "Are you ladies going to go play or should I just fail you now?" looking pointedly at Dahlia who smirked.

"I'm from New York, what do I know about lacrosse?" Dahlia whined.

Mickie nudged her with her elbow," I'll teach you," Pulling themselves up with the use of their lacrosse sticks; they began to walk onto the field. "Ok, the whole point of this game is to get the ball into the opposite net. It's basically soccer but with sticks."

"Ok, so what do I do?"

"Well, since you're new to this, we'll make you the defense woman. All you have to do is make sure that you block the other team from getting the ball. And besides, we all know you're a violent little thing." explained Mickie, nodding to the field.

"Ok, and who's the defense person on the other team?" Dahlia questioned, shielding her eyes with her hand and glancing around the field.

Mickie smirked, "Ashley."

Dahlia turned to Mickie, a matching smirk on her face, "Excellent. And what are you going to be?"

"Attack women… I just make the goals. But before anything, I make no apologies for my lack of coordination. It's genetic."

"I'm sure you can't be that bad."

"I almost drowned in the plastic balls at Chuck E. Cheese."

"So?"

"Dahlia, I was 15!"

"Oh, that's…pretty bad."

And with that the game started, both Dahlia and Ashley facing off at each other. The ball flew through the air, Ashley ducking and tripping Dahlia with the crosse before taking off down the field. Dahlia groaned and took off after the blonde.

Jeff sat near the window of the Physics class, barely paying attention to the movie playing about wavelengths. He wasn't in this class to begin with and this was the last period, so he had no reason to pay attention. Glancing out the 2nd floor window, he had the perfect overview of the schoolyard and the current gym class. Smiling to himself, he noticed that they were playing lacrosse and that Dahlia would be playing. This should be interesting. He watched the small Latina with interest as she raced across the field, dodging the other players on the grass.

Dahlia ran as fast as she could, eyes fixated on Ashley, who was currently in position of the ball. She slammed her shoulder into Ashley's side as hard as she could, watching the young blonde stumble and drop the crosse, letting the ball roll across the grass. Swooping in and scooping it up in the net, Dahlia threw the ball to Driany, who in turn threw the ball into the opposing teams' goal. Turning to the angry Ashley, she jokingly winked at her and laughed.

Twenty minutes and a tie score later, Dahlia slightly limped to Mickie during a time out. The team was rotating positions if desired. Mickie looked on with concern, "Are you ok?"

"Yea, Ashley slammed her crosse into my left shin and it's… kinda throbbing now." Dahlia grimaced from the pain.

"Well, you can keep playing or sit out last round." Mickie reasoned, allowing Dahlia to lean against her as another teammate took Mickie's goalie equipment and put it on.

"Nope, we're just gonna hit her in the knee with a big stick." Dahlia decided, setting her gaze on her blonde opponent.

"We? Umm, this is my actual class D. Meaning that if I intentionally hurt someone…again… I fail. You however, can pretend like you didn't know it was an illegal check. I'd rather not be associated with your lunacy." Mickie explained lowly, taking her position alongside Dahlia for the face-off.

The ball was launched in the air, both teams fought over the ball before it was scooped up by an unsuspecting Mickie as she ran. There were shouts from the other team announcing this before she actually realized her predicament before she ran even faster, searching desperately for any member of her team to try and pass it to. Dahlia watched on as Ashley turned to Mickie's position and began running to her, she pushed the pain to the back of her mind and began sprinting after her, dodging the other players around her.

Jeff continued watching the game, now fully detached from the whereabouts of the class around him. He noticed that not only was poor Mickie playing lacrosse, she was actually in possession of the ball. Knowing well of her lack of coordination, he could only pray that she didn't break another person's nose. Noting dully that Ashley was still playing and she hadn't cracked a nail yet, he smiled when he saw Dahlia chasing after the shorter blonde. Mickie screamed in fear as she looked behind her as she saw the opposing team closing in on her and she tried to speed up, but her legs were slowing down from fatigue.

Ashley closed in on Mickie, lips curling into a devious smile as she reached out with her crosse to try and trip the brunette. Just then she felt someone slam her in her right side forcefully, almost causing her to fall. It was Dahlia with a matching grin on her face as she tried to catch up with Mickie, who was less than 50 feet from the goal. The New York native ran alongside Ashley, dodging the swings dangerously close to her head. Making a quick glance to the teacher, who wasn't paying attention to the game at all, she swung the crosse downward, catching Ashley in the knees and causing her to flip over.

"We won! D, I finally….finally scored a goal!" the brunette squealed, picking the Latina and swinging her around.

Dahlia couldn't help but grin at her friend as she nodded her head in the blonde's direction. Mickie glared at the fallen girl clutching her knees in pain, "You were serious?-!"

"Hey, she hit me first." Dahlia reasoned as the two began walking off the field towards Jeff's car, as he took it upon himself to drop them off everyday.

"True enough."

Dahlia turned to Mickie with a half-concerned face, "Do you think he's a good guy?"

Mickie smiled and threw her arm over her friend's shoulder, "I think he's a great guy."