A/N: Aw...I've lost most of my followers. Oh well. For you loyal three, I submit to you, Chapter Two. Special thanks to dantesdarkqueen for beta-ing this for me.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Disguise materia is dantesdarkqueen's.

Axys grabbed Andria by the arm and pulled her behind a building as they approached the football field. "Here," she said, frantically taking knives, kunai, lock picks, and an EMR out of her pockets. "Do that thing your mom does and hold these for me."

"What? Why?" Andria asked, placing the items in her pockets as Axys looked around nervously.

"They won't search you."

Sure enough, as soon as they walked through the gate to the football field, Axys was grabbed and pushed face first against the chain link fence and frisked by one of the police officers at the gate.

"What, no dinner first?" she said with a grin. She glanced at the officer. "You're not really my type, you know."

"Shut it, kid," the officer grumbled. "It'd make our jobs easier if you were banned from here."

"But I've got school spirit!" she said, pointing to the four jersey numbers written in black eyeliner on her face. "Gotta support my boys, you know?"

The police officer looked at his partner as he finished the pat down. "She's clean," he stated. Turning back to her, he said, "Stay out of trouble tonight, all right? Your mom's getting sick of bailing your ass out of jail."

"Call my pops then," she snarled. "You chicken shits never call Reno. Afraid of him, huh?"

"Go."

Axys flipped them off as she and Andria walked towards the stands. "Fuckers," she grumbled. "Better hold on to that stuff for a while. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, no problem," Andria said, sitting in front of the cheerleaders. Marlene and Kaya waved at them with a smile. Andria and Axys waved back. "We're playing Old Midgar Central tonight, Ax. Should be a brutal game."

"Why do you think I brought that shit?" she asked with a smirk. "I figured there'd be at least a few riots when we kick Central's ass."

"Why don't you just use Disguise materia when we come to these?" Andria asked. "Your hair and face tattoos are too distinct."

Axys fidgeted in her seat, needing a nicotine fix. "That's the point," she said. "I'm establishing my rep prior to being accepted to the Turks in a few years. Once I'm there, those rent-a-cops will shit themselves when they see me."

"They already do!" Andria laughed. "The fat one looked about ready to pass out. Your reputation is established."

Axys grinned. "Bitchin'."

The crowd erupted as The Shinra Educational Facility Fighting SOLDIERS took the field. Axys and Andria rose to their feet and cheered as Azrael, Bryce, Paulo, Denzel and the rest of the boys entered from the field house.

"Damn, those pants do wonders for Az's ass," Axys groaned, licking her lips.

"My boyfriend, bitch," Andria told her, hitting her shoulder.

"For now," Axys smirked.

Bryce played quarterback, Paulo center, Denzel was defensive tackle, and Azrael played everything. Currently, he was on offense as a receiver, his speed and agility second to none. He'd played quarterback when Bryce was out with a concussion and excelled at that; but since Bryce was the school's founder's son, he got his position back as soon as he was healed.

"Bryce looks pretty hot, too, though," Axys commented. "I can tell he's been working out."

Andria laughed as she pointed to a sidelined player. "Ethan's on crutches again," she snickered. "His leg never did heal properly after Aunt Ak broke it."

"Good," Axys snarled. "Asshole deserves it. She shoulda broke his damn neck."

"He stopped picking on Az once he hit that growth spurt in sixth grade," Andria commented. "The General had a good foot and fifty pounds on the rest of the boys after that."

"Still does," Axys whistled. "You're a damn lucky bitch, Andria Fair. If I didn't love you so much, I'd hate your gods damned guts for snatching him away from me."

Andria rolled her eyes. "Give it a rest, Ax," she said. "We're not stupid bitches who fight over a guy. I know you like him."

"And I know he's yours," Axys said, taking out a cigarette and her lighter. "I've gotta go smoke. Save my seat?"

"Yeah, go suck your butt," Andria told her. "And bring me back a Dr Schlepper!"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," the red-head said as she headed underneath the bleachers to hide from the administrators. "Think if I cast Mini on myself, that'll decrease the chances of them catching me?"

"Either that or Haste," Andria replied. "Though inhaling it that fast would probably give you a wicked buzz."

"Haste it is then! Be back in a flash."

The black haired, red-streaked teen looked out toward the field and waved at Azrael as he got a drink on the sidelines. The silverette waved back and winked at her, casting her a devilish smile that never failed to make her heart beat a little faster. The first half was almost over and the SOLDIERS were ahead 28 to 0. It seemed their undefeated season would continue.

She watched as Azrael's cranberry eyes narrowed and he gestured with his head toward her right. Andria turned her head and groaned when she saw Ethan Nadir hobbling over toward her on his crutches. She rolled her eyes at Azrael and shook her head as the injured football player sat down next to her. Andria made it a point to scoot away from him.

"Seat's taken," she told him, crossing her arms over her chest. Andria had inherited her mother's ample rack and at sixteen was a good cup or two larger than most of the other girls her age, something Ethan and the other boys noticed. Ethan, however, always tried to 'accidentally' feel her up when he got close to her. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be on the sidelines supporting your team?"

"Coach told me I could watch from the stands if I wanted to," Ethan told her trying to put his arm around her. "And once I saw your gorgeous face up here, I really, really wanted to."

Andria shrugged his arm off her shoulders. "Really? Well, I really, really want to throw myself off the top of the bleachers now."

"Come on, Andi, that's no way to be," he purred in her ear.

"Get away from me."

"No."

"Either you do it of your own volition or I'll make you."

"Andi, you know you couldn't fight me off even if I am injured."

"Last warning."

"Hey Andi!"

Andria looked up as a blur of red and brown and bald barreled toward her, slamming into Ethan's injured leg…hard. Then the blur tripped backwards and landed on the same injured leg with all the weight of a genetically blessed six-year-old.

Ethan had tears in his eyes when she looked at him. Zack was glaring at the boy through his sunglasses, ready to 'trip' again if he needed to. "Uh oh," he said as innocently as a guilty first-grader could. "Sorry. Didn't mean to do that."

Ethan grabbed his crutches and hobbled off as fast as he could, glaring daggers at her and her little brother.

"Thanks, Zacky," Andria said giving him a hug and rubbing his freshly buzzed bald side head. "My hero."

Zack beamed at that. "Dad sent me on a mission," he explained, pointing to where Rude and Kandi were sitting with their baby sister. "He said, 'Go hurt that boy bugging Andi and make it look like an accident'. Did I do good?"

"The best!" Andria exclaimed. "I was going to have to stab his other leg before you came."

"Cool. Can I have some gil for a candy bar? Mom said I had enough and won't get me another one."

Andria gave him a five gil note. "Knock yourself out, little dude," she said with a smile, watching as he ran off. She took out her phone and sent a text to Rude.

Not necessary to send Mini Rude to my rescue. I could have handled it.

She turned her attention back to the field, watching as the last few minutes ticked off on the play clock. Her text notification sounded and she looked down.

I could have, too. It was either Mini Rude or me.

Andi rolled her eyes. Mini Rude it is then. Thanks, Daddy Rude.

…

Andi giggled at that. She looked around, wondering where Axys had gone off to. The half ended and the boys started to exit the field, Azrael catching her eye before using Turk sign to communicate with her.

You okay? He do anything?

She shook her head. Zack take care of it. Hurt asshole bad.

Azrael grinned. Good. Keep me out trouble. Me kill him.

Andria returned the smile. Naughty General.

For you, yes.

Andria blushed the color of her red streaks as he winked at her again before trotting off after the rest of the team. A Dr Schlepper was shoved in her face.

"What'd I miss?" Axys asked, plopping down beside her and stuffing a handful of popcorn in her face.

"Not much," she answered snatching some popcorn as the loud speaker crackled.

"And now for your halftime entertainment, the Lady SOLDIER Cheerleaders will be performing their first place winning cheer routine!"

"Woo! Go Kaya! Go Marlene!"

"We love you bitches!" This from Axys.

"Have you seen this yet?" Andria asked.

"Nope."

"Apparently, Ak, my mom, and your mom helped choreograph it."

"Shit," Axys grumbled. "No wonder they won first place. It's bound to be slutty as fuck with those crazy ass broads doing it."

The music started up and 'Bang, Bang' started playing. All the girls but Kaya remained stationary. And Kaya started to do one wicked belly roll.

Axys laughed. "I'm guessing Nilto had something to do with that move," she exclaimed as the rest of the girls joined in with twerking and chest pops.

Andria covered her eyes jokingly. "I'm too young for this shit!" she exclaimed.

"I think they look hot," Axys said. "We should try out for the cheer squad next year. Could be fun. Your rack and my legs and ass. Bleachers full of boners, dude."

"No thanks and no time," Andi said. "I've got science club and you've got track and basketball and we both have the band."

"Aw, but…but…boners!"

"No, bad Axys," Andi said flicking her nose.

"We could work in a move where we make out…"

Andria laughed. "Well, okay then."

Axys grinned. "Bitchin'. Nosebleeds will happen with the boners and it will be awesome!"

A/N: Reviews are still loved...from all three of ya!