Jill Valentine

Damn it! School starts today! Why the fuck did the summer go so fast!? It feels like Helena left yesterday, and I miss her too. Now I'm the only girl in the group. I got along with guys better anyway, but it'd be nice to have one girl at least. Piers has been trying to hook me up with Chris again, and I've been fighting. It's been a tough fight! I'd love to go running back to Chris with open arms and start from where we left off, but I couldn't. He had to learn, learn? Well, he'd have to work to get me back, and he's hasn't really shown anything. I really do want to be with him again, it would all be perfect, but I promised I wouldn't go back. Damn this was hard. Especially with Piers trying to sell him to me. Now, first day of school. I wore the black leather jacket again, I grew to love that thing. Under it, I had a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Not very flashy, but I wasn't trying to be. My hair was up in a ponytail, I'd started putting it up again since it was hot over the summer, but now that it was getting cold, I'd probably be putting it down again. I liked the hair style Jessica had done last year. It looked good. He was also a few hundred dollars away from a new car, it'd be great to be driving again. I had my license now too, so I could drive too. Piers was still 15, which I found funny. He was the youngest of our group.

Chris, Piers and I walked to school together. It was nice, surprisingly it wasn't awkward after their breakup. They shifted straight from dating to friends, a very dramatic-less breakup. Nothing really changed with them, Chris was now sporting some stubble, but Piers was the same. Still wearing that scarf, he had to be getting hot under that thing, but he didn't seem to care. I hadn't heard anything about his mom recently. She was home in July for a while, shortly after Helena left, then she went back to the hospital in August. His mother was very nice, very relaxed and calm no matter what. As we walk, we're talking about some boring shit until Chris puts his arm around my shoulder. "Um, no," I say lifting his arm. "Aw, come on," Chris pleads. "No, we're not dating," I push him away. "Not yet," Piers mumbles. I shoot him a dirty look. "So, friends can't walk like that," Chris asks. "Not friends who are also exs," I smile. "You don't have to be exs," Piers smiles. "No," I yell. We finally reached the large school building, why did we have to come back? The summer was so drama free. Whenever there was school, something dramatic happens or someone gets in a fight or some other shit I could do without. School only caused trouble.

We walk in, I look around and then sigh. I had no idea where to go. "Come on, Jill," Piers laughs. "What," I ask. "You obviously didn't look at your email. We're suppose to go to advisory," he explains. "Oh... Okay," I say before following Piers to Ms. Belli's classroom. Her room hadn't changed, but I heard some kids talking about how U.S. History was now in last year's Earth Science room. I would be taking Physics this year. Great... Another class for me to stress over. Piers and I take our seats in Ms. Belli's class, some other kids are already there. We say 'Hi' to her before taking the seat and she explains how we're waiting for everyone else. "Why won't you take Chris back," Piers asks. I sigh loudly. "Come on! It's been almost two months since I broke up with him," he says excitedly. "Maybe the problem is he dated a guy," I raise an eyebrow sarcastically. "Homophobic," Piers does the same sarcastic eyebrow raise. I roll my eyes, "Who says he's still into girls?" "Um, me! I know he's still into you! That's a fact," he yells, "While Chris and I were dating, he'd talk about you all the time! He was and still is obsessed with you. You two are perfect together, you're like the cutest couple I'd ever seen. And the way he missed you is so cute. Just go take him back." I shake my head, "Maybe I'm over him." "Oh yeah! I'm sure," he says sarcastically. "How would you even know," I defend myself. "Hm, maybe I have eyes. You stare at him all the time, and you two are always together!" "He lives with me! I'm suppose to move out," I ask. "Shut up Jill! Just give it up! Date him," Piers begins to whine. "Ugh! Piers shut up! I'll date who I want," I tell him. "NO! You'll date Chris, and you'll like it," he yells, "That's a fact! Not even a guess, I know the second you kiss Chris, you'll be sucked back in." People are listening to our conversation now that we're pretty much yelling.

"I don't want to talk about it, Piers. We aren't getting back together and that's final," I yell. "Fine," Piers seems to give up, but he's lying. The rest of the day he was bugging me about Chris. Just when I thought I could head home and escape from him, I remembered Football tryouts. I couldn't try out, but Coach would probably want me to overview, see what team we'd be working with. Chris was guaranteed the spot as captain. He didn't even have to tryout, he was a senior. Back in Junior year, he had to try out for Captain because there were people in Senior year that last year would've been their last chance to be captain. Chris kicked their ass on the field and was given the position, but now Chris was the only senior who would be qualified to be captain. There was Carl and Ben, but they couldn't be captain. I came to the field and the coach ran up to me. I was the first person there. "What's up Coach," I ask. "Valentine! I was reading the regulations and I found out you could be on the team," he said excitedly. "What? Really," I asked even more excited. "Yeah, you just have to be really good. You'll be expected to reach the guy's standards, but you're already doing that. So try out and you can be on the team!" "Aw, but I loved being the mascot," I say sarcastically. "Shut up, Valentine. You think you're ready," he asks. "Definitely," I smile.

Chris, Piers and the other all show up. Tryouts start and we're partnered up for various drills. Of course I'm partnered with Chris, who flirts with me the entire tryout and honestly, I'm enjoying the flirting. We do several drills, starting with throwing, then kicking, blocking and then sprinting. The only area I had problems with was blocking, I didn't weigh as much as Chris, so I was knocked down easily. We were going to play a mock game afterward, where I was given several positions. I was tackled pretty easily, and Chris and the coach watched. The worst part was when the coach yelled to everyone to not go easy on me. "She wants to be on the team! She'll need to experience everything!" I was good at running, and dodging people so that was a plus. But once they ran into me, I was going down. Piers was having trouble, which was understandable. He was missing an arm, it'd be hard to catch and keep balance without an arm. He was still good at kicking, hopefully that'd save him. He was also the smallest of the team, he weighed less than me! I was always jealous of that, but I knew I wasn't fat. I had boobs, they made up a lot of my weight. Without them, I'd weigh less than Piers. They were also a problem when playing football, but the sports bra helped with that.

After the mock game, we're dismissed. Chris and the coach are talking when I run over. "Ready to go, Chris," I ask. "Yeah, see you later Coach," Chris smiled before walking with me toward Piers. "You did great out there, Jill," Chris smiles. "Thanks," I smile before we reach Piers. "Ready Piers," I ask. "I'm not making the team," he sighs. "What are you talking about," Chris asks. "I could barely catch a ball. And you think I'll be playing," he raised an eyebrow. "Piers, kicker doesn't need to catch," Chris narrows his eyes. "You'll see. The cuts are posted on the board tomorrow right? I'll be on that list," he sighs. "Come on, Piers! I'm sure you'll be on the team," I put my arm around him. He looks a little depressed. Chris decides he wants to change so I'm forced to wait outside while both Chris and Piers now change. Men...

Chris is out first. "You did really well, Valentine," he smiles. "Even though I was playing against guys," I ask sarcastically. "Please, you're basically a man," he jokes. I punch him in the arm before Piers comes out, he looks a little happier. "Maybe I should call Dave," he says. "What," I ask with a small laugh. "I don't know... Maybe I should. I mean, he's still single and we still text each other all the time." "And this just came out of nowhere," I ask. "Yep," he smiles. I shake my head. "Look at you," Chris says impressed, "Taking charge of something." "Hey, I can be happy too! You showed me that Chris..." "Did I," Chris laughs. "Yeah, you showed me I have to take risks and that they aren't always going to end in disaster." Chris smiled, "Whatever you say!" I punch him in the arm again, "You trying to talk him out of it!" Piers laughs and we begin our walk home. "I have two rooms now," Piers thought aloud. "What," I ask. "Tom went to college," he smiled. "Okay, but why are you randomly thinking of that," Chris asks. "Well, Tom's room has a lock on the door. So when Dave is over, no one's going to accidentally walk in on us," Piers smiles. "Oh, you mean like when Helena did," Chris asks. I laugh, "That really happened?" "Oh yeah," Piers says seriously. "Probably pretty hot," I shrug honestly. Chris and Piers gave me a disgusted look. And I just laughed awkwardly. We get home and split up once again.

We go in and both my parents are home, which was a surprise. "Hey guys! Where have you been," mom asks. "Oh, football tryouts," I say as I take a seat at the island. We had moved into the kitchen. "Chris, you still the quarterback," dad asks him. "Yeah, captain and quarterback," he smiles. "What about you Jill? Still 'coaching'," he used finger quotes. "No, I tried out," I stick up my chin. "What," my dad asks. "I tried out! I'm really good," I tell him. "She is," Chris defended me as he stuck what ever food he could find in my fridge into his mouth. I laugh and then my dad looks at me, and asks so seriously, "Are you a lesbian?" Chris and I start cracking up and my dad looks worried. Mom is a little embarrised but I could tell she was listening in. Was this a real concern they were having? "No, Dad," I say in between laughs, "I like guys! Don't worry about that!" He smiles, "Okay. I was worried." I shake my head and mom soon has dinner ready.

The next day, Piers, Chris and I ran to school to see who was cut from tryouts. The list would also have the full team and positions so I was excited for that. We were at the board at 7:30, a full half an hour before school started. That's how excited we all were. Piers looks straight at the cuts, while Chris and I look at the actual team. "Jill! Runningback! Nice," Chris highfives me. "I can't find my name," Piers says frustrated. "Maybe 'cause you're looking at the wrong list," Chris smirks. He looks up and his face lights up, he made kicker. "Holy shit," he yells. I can't help but smile. "Our team's going to look so weak," Piers smiles. "What," Chris asks. "We have a girl and a cripple," he explains, "The other teams will try and go easy on us." "Well, they'll be in for a surprise," I smile. "Can't believe they're letting you play. Let alone play runningback," Piers says. "I'm good. Can't deny that," I smirk. "And you're so modest," Piers says. "Fuck you," I laugh. "We have half an hour," Chris says, "What do you want to do?" "Smoke," I shrug. Chris laughs, "Why not? Get suspended on the second day of school." I roll my eyes, "Come on you pussies." I literally have to drag them to the yard outside of the cafeteria.

After the half an hour, we go through our regular school day and then lunch. Ah, lunch! Piers, Chris, Forest, Richard and I all sit together again. It wasn't the same without Helena though. As we laughed and ate, I noticed Sheva walk over. "Hey guys," she smiles. "What's up, Sheva," I smile. "Mind if I join you," she asks politely. "Why us," Forest asks. "Cause you guys seem cool, and I have a lot of classes with these two," she motions to Piers and I, "And I have Calc with you now." She points to Chris. "Come on," I pat the seat next to me. "So, how's everyone's second day," Sheva asks. "Well, I made the football team," Piers shrugged. "Weren't you on it lasy year," she smiles. "Yeah, but you know... The whole arm thing," he says. "Do you need your arm to be a kicker," Sheva asks. "That's what I said," Forest smiles. Piers flares his nostrils and continues eating. "How is everything with that," I ask. "What do you mean," he asks. "I mean, are people still bothering you about it," I ask. "Well, people always bother me," he definitely stole that from me, "And yeah. They still treat me like I can't do anything. Get's on my nerves!" "What about at home," Richard asks. "Dad understands, so does Tom. I do everything myself, they know I can." The day continues, after school ends there's practice again. Practice was everyday now, which would be great (Sarcasm)!