I walked down the halls of the school once again, fourth period on a the following Friday. "Ugh... Lunch is next," I cried to Piers. Ms. Belli laughed at me as I laid out on the table. "Calm down Jill... So... You and Chris," he asked once again. "Stop," I commanded. Piers laughed and then continued whatever he was doing. "Like I said, someone's going to take him," Piers said. "Shut up," I yell. Piers smiled once more and passed me his notebook. "You like it," he asked. It was a pretty well drawn picture of me and Chris kissing. "I hate you," I lay my head against the table. It was a good drawing, Piers had shown me some of his other drawings, all colored with colored pencil and finished with sharpie. This was the first I'd seen as a sketch. It was still great and detailed. I ripped it out of his sketch pad as he went to talk to Ms. Belli. I put it in a folder in my bag, I honestly liked the picture and the idea behind it.

Lunch came and I was at my usual table with Chris and the others. Piers officially being part of our crew, sadly his nickname,Puppy, stuck with Chris and later the others. He didn't seem to mind it that much, but I knew he didn't like it. "So, what are you guys doing today," I ask. "Don't you ever have something to do," Forest asks. I blush, kind of embarrassed because I never have anything planned. "Shut up Forest," Chris elbows him. "I'm going to football practice, you can come to that," Chris smiles. "Thanks! Maybe I will," I smile back. "Hey boys," a female voice rang out. "Jessica," Forest smiles at the woman approaching. Fuck! Why the hell is she back!? She moved to Tall Oaks, why is she back? "Jill," she smiles and hugs me. She knows I hate her, why the fuck is she hugging me. She's such a fake bitch. "Why are you back," I ask pretty clear that I didn't want her to be. "Oh! Right, my dad's job decided that they needed him here more than tall oaks," she smiles her fake bitchy smile. "Great," I smile sarcastically.

Jessica Fucking Sherawat, back in our school. She was a sophomore like me, but was definitely more bitchy and the cheerleading type. She was also a sneaky little thing, always spreading rumors, like me liking Chris last year. She spent most of her time hanging on the football team, including Chris. "So Jill? How've you been," she asks. I can tell she doesn't care. "Great," I say before under my breath I respond, "Before you came back!" She walks away, hopefully she heard me. "Chris! Looking great as ever," she runs her hands down his torso. I fill up with rage. That fucking bitch touching my man! Well, technically not my man because we weren't going out, but he's mine. I get up from the table and head back into the cafeteria. No one follows after me. "Hey Jill," Sheva approaches. "What's up Sheva," I smile. "I see Jessica's back," she sighs. "Yeah, stupid bitch," I sigh. "Wait, weren't you two friends last year," Sheva asks confused. "Yeah, until she spread shit about me," I feel the rage bubbling inside me at the thought of her out there with Chris. "Well, don't worry about her. She's a cunt," Sheva laughs. I can't help but laugh too. The bell rings, Trig. Sheva follows me to my locker, we talk about our pure hatred towards Jessica. Luckily Jessica is dumb and still in Geometry, one less class I could possibly have with her.

I lock my locker and both Sheva and I walk to Ms. Chang's room. We take our seats, Piers and Chris already there. Rebecca comes in soon after I do. "What was that at lunch," Chris asks as Ms. Chang starts teaching. "I had to go to my locker," I lied. "Oh," he actually believes me? "So, you coming to practice," he asked. "Uh, yeah... Is Jessica going," I asked sticking out my tongue after I said her name. I did it when Chris couldn't see. "I didn't ask her," he says honestly, "But Piers said he'd come." I look to my left, "Really?" Piers nods before Ms. Chang yells at us for talking. I'm silent for a while when a note lands on my desk. I open it, 'You were so jealous!' Piers! I look to my left and stare at Piers, clearly making him uncomfortable. Honestly I was jealous, but once again, he couldn't have the satisfaction of knowing that. I rest my head against the desk when I feel something poking my back. "Chris... Stop," I say without even moving. The poking stops and I return to my thoughts. What the fuck am I doing!?

School ended, I was stuck going to Chris' practice, but at least I wasn't going alone. Piers, Chris and I make our way to the football field outside. "Okay, I'm going start practice. You two can watch from the bleachers or the side of the field," Chris shrugs. "Okay," Piers smiles. I follow Piers to the bleachers as Chris begins running laps. I look to the right, the only people here are girlfriends of the players. "I hate all of them," I whisper to Piers. He laughs, "Don't you pretty much hate everyone?" I smile and nod, it's kind of true. "Hey Jill," I hear her voice again, Jessica's voice. I sigh and turn to see her, putting on a fake smile. "What are you doing here Jessica," I ask pretending to care. "Oh.. We have cheerleading practice in a few minutes, I just saw you over here and wanted to say 'hi'. This isn't your usual surroundings," she smiles. Her smile isn't friendly, she's definitely making fun of me but she doesn't know what I did to that senior. If she did, she wouldn't be messing with me. "So, why are YOU here," she asks as if this is her private property. "I was just..." I pause and look around, "Chris invited me." She walks off, "Well, good seeing you." I stick my tongue out behind her back. I watch as Chris runs lap after lap, I could do that! "Piers, wanna' run," I ask. "Not really... I'm good here," Piers looks over to me. "Fine, I'll go," I walk off the bleachers. As Chris get close on the track, I run next to him. "What are you doing," he asked. "I got bored," I shrug. "I don't think they'll let you run with us, as soon as the coach sees you he'll probably make you leave," he says with each breath. "I don't care," I continue next to him. "Valentine," the coach yells to me. I run to him, "Yes?" "What are you doing," he rests his head in his hands. "Running," I shrug. "You're interrupting practice," he sighed. "But I'm just practicing with you guys," I shrug again, "I just want to keep in shape."

He sighs once more, "Listen Valentine. I'll make a deal with you: If you can keep up with practice today, I'll let you practice with us all year." I smile and nod, he motions for me to join the others. While it would keep me in shape, I just wanted to spend more time with Chris. I run next to Chris again, he's panting even more now. "Having fun," I ask him. "Coach... Let you... Run," he asks between breaths. "Um hm! I'll be practicing with you guys the whole season!" He smiles, "Well. Let's see how you keep up!" We finish the laps, Chris is panting a lot, I'm doing okay. Next we practice tackling with the dummies. I fell behind in that, I didn't have the weight to plow through the dummies, but Chris sure did. He just knocked them down like they were nothing.

Then it was throwing, where I did really good. Especially compared to the other people practicing. These guys had a problem if they were letting me beat them. Chris did better than me, but I expected that from the captain of the team. The rest of practice goes by. "Valentine," the coach waves me over. "Yes Coach," I smile. "You're one of the best fucking players I have on the team! Too bad you're a chick," he laughs, "You'll be practicing with us more often! Maybe even helping me coach at the games!" I smile, feeling all proud of myself, "Thanks Coach!" I go reunite with Chris. "Nice job Valentine," he puts his arm around me. "What was that," Piers walks over to us, confusion clear on his face. "I'm practicing with the team!" He shakes his head, "You're so weird Jill..." Chris looks down at me, "I thought you looked pretty hot." I blush and look to the ground. "You guys need a ride home," Chris asks. "Sure, that'd be great," Piers smiles. I nod as well. We go to his car, Piers in the back, me and Chris in the front.

"You guys look tired," Piers sits forward in his seat. "Yeah," Chris smiles. I yawn, "Yep!" We pull up to our houses. "Hey Chris... You uh... Want to come in," I ask nervously. Piers is in the process of leaving the car. "Uh.. Sure," he responds. It sounds like he's nervous too. "I just have to let my sister know I'll be coming home late," he smiles pulling out his phone. I get my stuff and leave the car. He soon follows and we walk to the front door. We say goodbye to Piers and I unlock the door. "Hello," I call into the seemingly empty house. "Jill! You're home," my mother runs in, "Oh... Who is this?" She looks up at Chris, who is taller than her too. "This is Chris, we just came from football practice with Piers," I tell her. "Nice to meet you Chris," she smiles welcomely, "What are you two planning on doing?" I sigh, "Nothing mom. Can he just stay for dinner," I ask annoyed. "Sure, I'll call you when it's ready," she walks back into the kitchen. "Come on," I motion for Chris to follow me upstairs. We head to my room, at first we sit on the bed awkwardly. "So you did really well at practice today," he smiles. "Really? You think so," I ask. "Yeah, you did better than half the team," he yelled excitedly. I blush, "Thanks..." "What kind of music you listen to," he asked walking over to my radio. "Uh... Pretty much everything, I'm into like rock right now," I tell him. "Got any good C.D.s," he asked. "I have Pandora," I squint my eyes, "Who buys C.D.s anymore?" "Shut up," he laughs and playfully hits my arm. I pull my laptop from the other side of my bed. I pull up google chrome and type in the website quickly.

Animal I've become by Three Days Grace comes on; I remember he liked them. "You've got a station for them," he asks. I nod, "They're the best!" He laughs again, "Yeah... They are!" After maybe an hour or two, mom calls with dinner ready. We rush down the stairs and into the kitchen, where we each took a seat around the island. My mom and dad sitting down already. "Hope you like steak Chris," my mom beamed dropping a plate of steak, peas and mac and cheese in front of him. She soon dropped off some for me and my father. I take a forkful of peas and shove them into my mouth. Chris cuts a piece of steak and eats it before smiling. "This is great, Mrs. Valentine! Better than anything me or my sister cook," Chris compliments. "You and your sister cook," she asks surprised. He gets pretty nervous. "Um... Yeah. My parents think that it's good to learn how to cook," he smiles awkwardly. I can tell he's lying, but I don't call him out on it now. "So, how was school Jill," mom asks. "Good, I'm practicing with the football team now," I tell her. "Football team? Why," my father interjects. "Because it's exercise and I'm really good," I say before eating another forkful of peas. "She's amazing, better than most of the team," Chris pats me on the back. "Are you on the team," mom asks. "Yeah, I'm the captain," Chris smiles. We all just about finish dinner. "Oh shit," Chris yells looking at his watch, "Sorry! I have to run!" He gets up. "I'll let you out," I follow him to the door. "I'm sorry," he hugs me before running to his car. I'm not sure if I should take the hug as friendly or romantic, but either way I enjoyed it.

I head back to the kitchen, mom and dad waiting. "So, how'd you become friends with the captain of the football team," dad asks as I enter the room. "Well... You remember that fight in the beginning of the year," I ask. Both parents nod, "Well he saw it and was impressed. We're also in the same math class and his locker's next to mine." "So are you a popular girl," my mom asks excitedly. "No, Chris isn't a jock," I tell her. "Are you sure? He looks like one," mom says. "I know, but he doesn't hang out with them. I don't want him to, I hate most of them," I tell her. She shakes her head. "I'm going upstairs," I tell them. "Okay," dad waves me off. I head to my room, laying down on the bed as I pull up my computer. "Hey," a small icon pops up on the side of my facebook. "Piers! What's up," I ask. "How was your little date with Chris? I saw him leave," he replies. Did he see me hug him? "It wasn't a date," I type in all caps. "Fine, fine... How was it though," he asks. "Fine," I reply, "We ate with my parents and I told them about practice." "Oh..." there's a long pause before either of us reply. "So, where's that picture I drew," he asks. "What are you talking about? ; )," I reply. "Whatever... Is that what happened when you two were upstairs," he asks. "Um, no! How do you know we were upstairs," I ask a little creeped out. "I saw the light turn on." "Oh lol," I reply because I was bored of actually typing anything else.

"Well... You two would be really cute together," he says. "Shut up Piers..." I sign off of facebook and close the computer. I hear, "YOU WOULD!" From the window, looking out to see Piers outside his. I shake my head and close the window. Would we really be cute together? I mean, I've thought about it, but does he even like me like that?