Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique, I don't own the brand Tommy Hilfiger, and I most certainly don't own the team Manchester United. Do I look like a millionaire to you? :P

It was Monday morning, the first day of the last week of soccer camp. Kristen couldn't decide if she was dreading or looking forward to it all being over.

She had put a lot of thought into how she dressed that morning. She was wearing her favorite and most flattering pair of soccer shorts and had even opted for a Tommy Hilfiger menswear tank instead of her usual baggy t-shirt. Her hair was twisted into a bun on top of her head and the only makeup she wore was tinted moisturizer, which gave her already flawless skin a healthy glow, and just a touch of mascara. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard, after all.

A smile tugged the corners of Kristen's mouth as she remembered Massie, Alicia, and Dylan's short-lived soccer career. They had shown up for practice in mini skirts and they had DIY'd their regulation yellow OCD Sirens t-shirts. Coach had been so angry that she'd made them strip down to their underwear and spend the rest of the practice with only towels to cover themselves up. The boys, who had been practicing on the opposite side of the field, had gotten quite a kick out of seeing three of the most gorgeous girls in school running scantily-clad around the field- or speedwalking, in Alicia's case. The half-Spanish member of the Pretty Committee never ran. At least Kristen's impress-the-boys outfit was practical.

"Hey," Derrick said as he dropped his stuff near where Kristen sat tying the laces of her cleats.

"Hey," she echoed as she looked up at him. It was clear from the look on his face that they were both thinking about the events of that weekend.

"D-man!" Josh called, causing them both to turn around. "What are you sitting around for? We've already started shooting on goal and we need our keeper!"

"Talk to you later," Derrington mumbled to Kristen before leaving her sitting in the bleachers by herself. She couldn't help but wonder what Derrick would have said had Josh not interrupted.

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"Okay," Coach Phillips began, and waited for everyone to settle down. "Last week you all worked on your basic skills. This week I want to see you put them to good use! So let's start off with a friendly game of World Cup." Everyone cheered before quickly scrambling around trying to find a partner. Kristen found herself paired up with Cam.

"Which country do you want to be?" Kristen asked him as the people around them started yelling out the countries they claimed.

"Um. How 'bout Mexico?"

"Done." The game was simple enough: three balls were put into play, and each pair of partners would work together to try and score. The only rule was that they had to shout the name of their country before the ball went in the net. After that happened, they would go sit out. The last team left on the field would be out of the game. Then another round would start. The game would continue until only one team remained.

The three soccer balls were launched into the field and boys scrambled around trying to get them. The first goal was predictably scored by Derrick, who was teamed up with Kemp. "Manchester United!" he shouted as he kicked the ball into the net. In typical Derrington fashion, he had chosen a club team instead of a country. Despite protests from the other players that it shouldn't have counted because they hadn't picked an actual country, Coach Phillips counted it as a goal and Derrick and Kemp walked off the field.

The next team to score called themselves Brazil and was composed of Josh and Plovert. Kristen hung out in front of the goal, knowing better than to take on any of the groups of boys fighting over the ball. Normally she was highly aggressive, but that was when she was playing with girls. In a game where all her opponents were male, her small size really wasn't to her advantage. Just then Cam emerged from one of the clusters of boys with a ball at his feet. He passed it to Kristen, who expertly put it into the net with a shout of "Mexico!"

The game continued until only the Fantastic Five and the lone member of the Pretty Committee were left. Josh and Plovert got out, and then it was Derrick and Kemp VS Kristen and Cam. Since there were only two pairs left, only one ball was in play, and Derrington had possession. As Kristen attempted to steal it from him, he started talking in a low voice that only she could hear.

"Go out with me, Kris?" he asked softly as he shielded the ball with his body.

"Okay," Kristen said, and swiftly stole the ball out from under him. Seconds later she had scored, and Cam ran over and gave her a victory hug. Kristen's eyes however, remained on Derrick, who, despite having just lost to a girl, had a grin on his face with enough wattage to power an entire city.

R&R and all that. :)