SIRENS/TOMAHAWKS SOCCER STADIUM

Saturday September 223rd

10:00 AM

After two hours of preparation the members of the Pretty Committee were in the stands waiting for the boy's game to start. Massie was thankfulx10 that her leg wasn't hurt badly and that she had crutches removed the night before. If she hadn't than she wouldn't have been able to dance with Derrington. Who by the way was in her dream last night.

"Wooo-hooooooooo!" The crowd cheered as the Tomahawks walked onto the field, led by Derrington. Dylan's oh-yeah-that's-my-boyfriend woo-hoo didn't go unnoticed. It was sure dead to Massie.

This game was a lot more intense than the girls game. Massie had never noticed it before, but once Cam, their best player, tripped over the ball and fell flat on his face, she noticed.

"Cam!" Claire yelled, before she could say anything else Massie covered her mouth. The ref blew his whistle and they got a free timeout. After a long 4 minutes of anxiety, the game was back in full swing. Derrington had let one goal in out of 17 (But Massie was so nawt counting) but no one had even taken a shot on the Sharks. Thanks to Cam, who was the head shooter. Now there was no chance of getting rid of those stinky trailers! This was the Tomahawk's championship!

"Okay that's it." Massie growled and stomped all the way down the bleachers to Cam. Once there she started her speech.

"Okay Cam, it totally sucks that you tripped over the ball, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"Umm thanks. I think?" He scrunched his face up in a confused fashion. Massie laughed.

"Anyway, you guys have 2 uniforms right?" Massie asked thankful for her new knowledge on Westchester soccer.

"Yeah our coach gave us 2 why?"

"Do you have your second in your bag?" She eyes his Adidas sports bag.

"Uh yeah why?"
"Just give it to me!" She held her hand out impatiently. When she had the uniform in her hand she rushed to the bathroom, smiling the whole way.

2 minutes later she ran out of the grils bathroom with his uniform on. She ran back up the bleachers to Alicia. "Give me your hat!" She pointed at Alicia's NYY hat from Josh.

"But Josh gave it to me." She whined. Massie grabbed it and threw it over her tight bun. She snatched Alicia's makeup bag and took out the makeup remover, removed all of her makeup and added eyeliner to her eyebrows to make them look bushy.

"Wish me luck!" She inhaled.

"Good luck!" They all yelled after her.

"Yo coach!!" She yelled jogging down the bleachers in her best guy voice. "Sorry I'm late, my sis needed her makeup." She added an eye roll.

"Uh who the hell are you?" He asked obviously still angry over Cam.

"Ma-" Massie caught herself before she said something stupid. "Matt Fisher."

"Are you related to Cam over here?" He looked at Cam, who's jaw was dropped and his eyes were wind. Massie quickly wink-thanked him.

"Oh this little guy?" Massie messed up Cam's hair. "Nah. Just the same last name."

"Ahh." The coach still looked confused. "Well you can go in for Hurley."

"Thanks man!" Massie punched the coach and ran onto the field, followed by tons of cheers by the Tomahawks and confused faces from the Sharks.

"Nice going Block!" He smiled as she passed him, she winked in return.

Since that minute Massie touched the field, BOCD had the best chances of getting rid of those filthy trailers. Massie had already gotten 6 goals (Score: 5-6 Tomahawks) and there was still 14 minutes and 29 seconds to go. The boys were all congratulating her and winking at her, it was ah-mazing!

Brinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!!!!

14 minutes and 29 seconds later the score was 8-8. As they entered overtime, Massie was beyond tired. The coach had kept her in the whole time! She had scored every single goal for her team as she fell in love with the sport.

With 2 minutes on the clock Massie ran down the field, forgetting about makeup, clothes, and her friends (it was hard to forget about boys considering she was surrounded by them). All that mattered was the ball at her feet. Ah five, ah six, ah five six

Se-vuhn eight! With the same count she does for her late-stroll-ins, she kicked the ball in the net and…and…and…SCORED!

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!

The clock rang again, this time the score was 8-9 Tomahawks. The crowd went cuh-razy! Screaming Massie's name, which the coach and opposing team thought was Matt.

But no one was louder than the team. Everyone was running up to her and hugging her. Cheering their heads off. Instead of wiggling his butt, Derrington walked up to Massie and held her close and…

Lip-kissed her. It was her perfect "The Notebook" moment as it started to downpour.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd cheered as Massie jumped up onto him and returned the kiss. The other team just looked and looked away in disgust. When their coach told them to shake hands they wouldn't, not because they were bad sports, but because no one wanted to be around this boy-kissing-boy team any longer. They ran to the busses before anyone could notice.

Massie finally looked up at the crowd after her 1 minute 22 second kiss with Derrington, to see Dylan's jaw all the way down to her feet, tears in her eyes. When she locked eyes with Massie she stormed off, nawt caring about everyone she was banging into.

"No Dylan wait!!!" Massie yelled.

"Go." Derrington urged her. So, as told, she ran up the steps to catch up with Dylan, thanks to her energy from her win, she could.

But she was already locked in the bathroom.