A/N: OK so I didn't actually mention Little Fumble at all. But I am getting around to it. I've decided to just stop announcing it. So, here is chapter three. I hope you guys like it. I still haven't decied the romantic fate of Josie and Don yet. If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. Thanks guys!

Josie rushed down the hall in her gym clothes, on her way to deliver a message to the football coach. No one paid attention to the freshman as she darted in and out of crowds and wove around people in her way. She was flustered from practice; Melody had won cheerleading captain instead of her. Josie wasn't quite sure why it upset her so much. All she knew was that she hated Melody almost as much as she hated her father. She was so wrapped up in her blind rage for the short brunette that she didn't see where she was going. Her seething fury led her charging right into a wall, or something built just like it. She fell backwards, landing hard on her bottom. The soft chuckled that escaped "the wall" made her glance up, anger still alight in her eyes.

"You might want to watch where you're going next time," he laughed, extending a hand to help her up.

"Sorry. I don't see things when I'm angry," she stated, ignoring the flush of her cheeks.

"Well combining that with barrelling down the halls…you'd make a great football player," he observed.

"Donnie says that to me all the time," she grumbled. "I'm kind of sick it."

"Donnie? You mean Billingsley. Damn I keep forgetting people still call him that."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well it is his name. You don't call your team-mates by their names?" she inquired.

"Naw we do. But we call mostly call him either Billingsley or Little-"

"Charlie. He mentioned that to me. You know, Don isn't even a shadow of Charlie. Maybe you guys should give him his own identity," she snapped.

He smiled. "I agree. He's a good guy. Just not sure if he's Panther material. Boy can't hold onto the ball to save his life."

"Give him time. Now where's your coach? I have a message for him," she said, standing up straight.

"Out on the field, teaching your boy Donnie how to receive a pass without fumbling," he stated, pointing her in the right direction.

She peered at him. "Who are you?"

"My name's James. The guys call me Boobie," he replied.

"Ah. Well it all makes sense now. Thanks James," she called out as she resumed her run down the hall.

When she finally burst through the doors, the hot Texas sun nearly blinded her. Shielding her eyes, Josie scanned the football field, maintaining a steady pace as she did so. She saw Don and two boys she recognized, but didn't know. Josie could only assume that the man wildly gesticulating was their coach. Don looked over and saw her approaching, so he waved her over. The coach turned to the distraction of his player and a smile passed over his face. With a sigh, Josie resumed her rushed pace, stopping inches away from Don. He draped his arm around her shoulders and returned his focus to the coach. The other two stared at her and she could feel one of them giving her the up-down. She turned to the coach and handed him an envelope she seemed to produce from nowhere.

"I was supposed to give you this message from Mrs. Sabourin," she stated, folding her arms protectively over her chest.

He nodded. "Alright, looks like we're done here boys. You can go get showered and changed."

Don smiled and put Josie in a head lock. "Thanks for gettin' us out of that Jos."

"I had nothing to do with it. Had I known, I woulda left your sorry ass in the hot seat," she teased, punching him in his well protected stomach. "Ow."

"Stupid," he stated. "Hey Chavez, you commin over tonight?"

The boy who gave her the once over nodded. "As long as your dad doesn't mind."

Don shrugged. "He won't. What about you Mike? Doing anything?"

"I'm busy actually. Maybe Josie could take my place," he suggested, pulling his white training jersey over his head.

"What d'ya say Jos? Up for some movie watching tonight? It's just me and Chavez," he offered, rubbing her head.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and flung him to the ground. "Only if you NEVER ruffle my hair like that again," she panted, brushing her bangs from her face.

Don grinned. "Can't make that promise Josie. You know that."

"Then I guess I'm going home." She turned to Mike. "Want some company on the bus?"

He laughed at the look on Don's face. "I wouldn't mind that."

"Great. I'll meet you out front then," she stated, jumping up and walking over to him.

Don jumped up right behind her. "Hey now. My dad can drop you off, even if you aren't coming over."

"That's alright. I'll take the bus with Mike," she said. "Call me later Donnie. We can talk then."

He frowned, grabbing her upper arm. "A quick word, Jos?"

Don didn't wait for an answer before pulling her away from Brian and Mike. Chavez approached Mike, unable to hide the smile on his face. Mike shook his head, knowing exactly what he was about to say. He held up a hand as Brian opened his mouth to make a smartass comment. Josie and Don were in the middle of a heated argument, that much was obvious. But neither boy could read lips and that meant they had to strain their ears to catch bits and pieces of the conversation. Brian snorted when Josie called Don a pig headed football player, before realizing he was a football player too. Mike laughed at him, stopping short to catch more snippets of conversation. Josie had called him cute; a comment that brought a flush to his cheeks. It was Brian's turn to laugh.

"Oh Mike Winchell. You just caused trouble in paradise. Good luck playing ball with Billingsley now," he chuckled.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Nothing's going to change, Chavo."

"Yeah right. The girl Billingsley so vehemently denies having feelings for decides to ride home with you and he loses his cool. Something's already changed," Brian stated, clapping him on the back. "Sorry man."

Josie stormed up to them. "Mike, I'm sorry. It seems that I will be going with Don tonight. Maybe next time," she huffed, stomping back to the school.

While Mike was spluttering for a response, Don strolled up to his friends. "Looks like Josie wants to see some movies with Chavo and I tonight," he gloated.

Mike shook his head and wrenched himself away from Don. "It's a shame you had to bully her into actually going with you Billingsley. Because she sounded excited to be doing something that didn't involve you."

"What does that mean Mike?" Don asked as they walked back to the change room.

He shrugged. "Just that Josie doesn't need to do everything with you. If she wants to take the bus home, she shouldn't feel guilty about it."

"Fuck you Mike," Don snapped, following Josie's angry path back to the school.

Brian shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Still think nothing's changed Mike?"

"Shit," Mike sighed, stalking sulkily into the school.