A/N: I would just like to thank you guys who have reviewed for taking the time to try
and help me improve my work! It's really hard to get a chance to get online and post these
stories but I'll keep trying! So thank you and believe me when I say that I keep
all your suggestions in mind (:And about the 'POV' parts, I completely forgot to let you guys know
when I'm switching, which I will be doing a lot of! Just so you can get a taste of what each characters feeling :)

Casey's POV:

"Alright gentlemen, settle down." Coach Taylor said as he entered the classroom, "Welcome to your first day of Physical education."
I sunk lower in my chair.
"Today is going to be just filled with fun." He clapped his hands together, "Full of sprints, stairs, and your physical test!"
Their were groans through out the classroom.
"Okay so how about you girls go to the locker room and get changed and meet me back at the field." He said and grabbed his clip board.
I whimpered as I slumped off to the girls locker room. It was completely empty and I sighed.
I looked in the mirror before I left. I tied my thick blonde hair on the top of my head in a messy bun and clipped my bangs back.
The gray Panther's uniform shirt was a little baggy on me and I rolled up the sleeves to my shoulders, the bright blue short hung low
on my hips and showed off my chicken legs. I groaned, I looked so gross. I sighed and stuffed my gym bag in the locker.
"Henry Jacobs-"
"Here."
"Casey Jhonson," The coach said, looking up.
The whole class turned to look at me exiting the locker room. The hoots and hollers as I sat down on the bleachers.
"Hey, hey, that's enough." Coach said.
"Here." I said meekly.
"Let's get this started. Ten laps to warm up-"
"Sorry Coach, I'm here." Riggin's said out of breath, "Mr. Jiles wanted to talk to me."
"Whatever son, ten laps." Coach said.
By the time I was finished I had come in third, right after Riggin's and Smash. Tendrils of hair had slipped out of
my bun and was sticking to my neck, sweat stains were visible around the collar of my shirt. My lips and cheeks were tainted pink from
from the running. I pulled the hem of my shirt up to wipe the sweat off my face. As I pulled it down I realized that a majority of the boys
eyes were on my body. I crossed my arms awkwardly and took my seat on the bleacher's.
"Okay boys since you've been so cooperative," Coach began, "How about a little touch football?"
The boys broke out into cheers, "Yeah!"
"Okay so break yourselves off into teams. Smash and Riggin's are captain; Smash your shirts, Riggin's your skins."
I sat there awkwardly as I picked at my cuticles.
"Well I think we know what team your on, Jhonson." One of the boys grinned, "Skins all the way, baby."
I narrowed my eyes, "That's cute."
"Not as cute as you, sweetheart." The boy retorted, resulting in laughs through out the gym.
"Do I really need to play? I mean, ya'll are fine with out me. Your team's pretty solid." I said quickly.
Smash glanced at me, "What're you scared, Jhonson?"
"No it's just..." I broke off and sighed, "Fine."
I walked over to Smash's side and he held a hand up, "We weren't kidding about that skins thing, your on Rigg's team."
"What?" I asked, my voice raising an octave.
"We've got a set team." Smash said.
"I'm not going to be on skins." I said.
"C'mon Jhonson, suck it up." Smash said.
I held my ground. No way was I taking my shirt off, I wasn't a ho bag skank, "Trade players."
"Fine." Smash grumbled, "I trade you Cassidy, Rigg's."
"Let's go then." Riggin's said as we approached the field.
I stretched out, behind the bleachers due to the gawking boys that would 'accidently' sneak up behind me.
I gave myself a little pep talk; "Okay Case, you can do this. It's just football, your good at this, remember? You know this, you got this."
I let out a breath and then walked back towards the field.
"What were you doin' back there Jhonson? Putting on make up. Get over here!" Smash yelled.
I jogged over in time to here him saying the play, "Pass to me. Alright now Rigg's has the QB so... -Jhonson can you throw?"
I nodded my head though my heart was beating fast in anticipation.
"Okay I need you to make down to the end zone, can you do that?" He asked.
What? Was this guy crazy? College guys couldn't even make that pass, no way I could. But there was no way I was letting him no that.
"Yeah." I nodded my head.
"Alright, break!" He yelled.
"Let's go ladies!" Coach said.
I looked over and noticed that a group of kids and some adults, including Buddy Garrity had clustered together to watch the little game.