A/N: So this fic hit 100,000 words at the end of the last chapter. I can't believe I've written this much in just a month. It's all thanks to the support I've gotten from those that take the time to review my updates. So once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak for reviewing and giving great feedback. Everyone you should check out and review their works because there is some great stuff there if you haven't already, especially "Choices" and "More than Friends" great fics by DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak's "The Other Guy". Also check out and review "Life Goes On" by DaBlackGoku one of my favourite fics on the site and maybe we'll get the next update soon. Please review.

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Chapter 32 – Pregame with the Enemy

Jason groaned angrily as his Don Cherry Theme message tone went off bringing him out a particularly good dream. He reached over the arm of the leather couch and grabbed his phone. Flipping it open he saw he had a text message from Cindy. He hit her name and pressed call. The phone rang and an annoyed Cindy picked up.

"What!" she snapped into his ear.

"You messaged me," Jason reminded her.

"Exactly I messaged ya. Ya can't send a text back to a gurl, ya have to call?" Cindy asked and Jason could tell she was peeved.

Jason sat up on the leather couch and looked around the hang out area of their locker room. He had spent the night in the locker room on Huey's asking since Caesar was also doing so he could get some more time in with Stacy before the game. Always willing to help a friend Jason agreed since Huey had to stay home to give Riley a ride to the stadium.

"You know I don't text. Why would I spend fifteen minutes typing out something I can say in five seconds? There's a reason I have this old flip phone and not one of those keyboard phones," Jason explained, getting up off the couch and stretching. "So is there something specific you wanted?"

"Just wanted to see if ya wuz up yet," Cindy said cooling down.

"Yeah I'm up," Jason said looking at the clock in their small kitchen area. If she had not messaged him his alarm would have went off in five minutes anyway. "What time are you guys coming down here?"

"We're coming down in the few hours," Cindy said and he could here rustling in the background, she was moving around probably getting dressed. "I'm stoppin' at da mall before we get dere. I need to pick somethin' up for ya."

"Yeah what?" Jason said a little intrigued. What was so important that she had to rush over to the mall to pick it up before their game?

"A new phone," Cindy replied as Jason walked into the dressing room to find Caesar already sitting in his booth half dressed in his football gear. He was wearing his cleats and pants and a blue hoodie. His dreads had the shine of water and his breathing was a little ragged.

"Didn't you just buy a new phone last week?" Jason asked sitting down in his game day booth beside the door.

"I told ya it was for ya'll. I'm gonna get ya texting ya can count on dat," Cindy said. "Talking is too loud at night and mah parents don't like it."

"I don't want a new phone," Jason said holding his phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he bent over to put on his cleats.

"I don't care. I want ya to get a new phone so ya getting a new phone," Cindy replied with a stern tone.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Jason asked trying to sound arrogant and annoyed but he knew she would win; she always did and probably always would.

"It doesn't matter who I'm talkin' to. What matters is who ya talkin' to?" Cindy returned in the same tone. "Ya'll take da phone and like it or I'll lay ya out."

Jason snorted a laugh as he started on his second cleat. "Do what you want," he said and Cindy hung up on him. For some reason whenever she called they never said good-bye, the conversations just ended abruptly.

"Are you going out?" Caesar asked when he hung up his phone leaving Jason's business his business.

"Yeah, I need my morning workout before everyone gets here," Jason said standing up to do some light stretches. "I'm guessing you've already went out."

"I went for a light run," Caesar said. "Nothing serious."

"What about all the sweat?"

Caesar ran his hand along one of his dreads. "Nah this is melted snow. It's snowing outside. The field is completely covered in it."

"Excellent just my kind of weather," Jason smirked. "I think I might have the advantage in this game."

"We're going to need to change our cleats," Caesar said. "I was slipping out there and we can't have that during the game."

"How much snow?" Jason asked sitting back down and pulling out a wrench and a bunch of studs for his cleats.

"Only a little bit as the stadium kept most of the snow out. The problem is the ground is frozen solid," Caesar said as Jason began changing out his studs.

"We should have different types of cleats in the storage room," Jason said screwing on the last stud on his last shoe and standing up again.

"I'll check," Caesar said crossing the locker room to the storage room at the far end of the three rooms. Five minutes later he came back with a pair of cleats with similar studs to the ones Jason now had on his own orange and black cleats. "I found some." Caesar quickly changed out his cleats. "Are we going out?"

"Yeah," Jason said getting back up and exiting the locker room with Caesar behind him.

They walked up to the field, out of the tunnel and into the snow. The snow did reduce their visibility but Huey had already taken the possibility of snow into his game plan and they had a plan set out for conditions like this.

Jason started with simple wind sprints and Caesar tried to keep up. While Jason was doing a light workout Caesar was almost going all out just to keep up with him. Next they moved to starting and stopping in the snow and then they grabbed a ball and Caesar threw it down to Jason as he pretended to run some of his simple routes for a couple of hours.

On the last catch Jason brought the ball back to where Caesar was standing. "You know you got a pretty decent arm there," he said taking three steps and kicking the ball back down the field and through the uprights. "Does everyone on this team know how to throw? It's like your all playing other positions because Huey is already the quarterback."

"That might be true. Anyone of us, that being me, Riley, and Cindy could actually play the quarterback position, but Huey is the best. Being quarterback is not just throwing the ball. You are also responsible for making and calling plays and running the team. The three of us can throw but none of us can do all that other stuff and we are all better at other positions on the field and thus we all took up those other positions," Caesar said tossing Jason another football from the bin he had beside him. "It's like you. You could be the kicker but you are a better receiver so you chose to become a receiver."

"That and being the kicker is boring. No one gives the kicker any attention," Jason said kicking the ball down the field again but missing the uprights this time.

"That's one hell of a leg you got there," a Spanish accented voice said from behind them.

"You guys are here early," Jason said taking another ball from Caesar. He did not have to keep his kicking ability a secret anymore. If Stacy was as meticulous a film studier as Huey said she was she would have picked up on his secondary ability from their last game and had something in place to try and stop it. He would do his best to make sure she failed.

"We like to get a feel of the field before the game starts," Stacy smiled.

"I guess we wouldn't really know since we've played all our games at home," Caesar said.

"That's because of the stadium. Everyone agreed once the stadium was built that all games involving your team would be held here. The finals are also going to be held here too even if your team isn't in it," Stacy explained as Jason turned to face them for the first time and noticed the new addition to the Roosevelt group.

"You must be Johnson Huitcinq," Jason said to the shorter bald teen.

"And you must be Jason James. I've seen some of your celebrations, but I got to tell you I have some things planned for this game that will blow your mind," Johnson boasted.

"We thought you might. Riley has been working on some things too," Jason smirked. "It's going to be an interesting game that's for sure."

"What about you? You got anything?" Johnson asked.

"I have one," Jason replied. "You'll see it pretty soon if I have my way."

"I don't plan to let that happen," Rico said. "I'm going to be on you like white on rice."

"You can try," Jason smirked.

"So where is the rest of your team?" Stacy asked Caesar as Jason and Rico continued on in a childish argument just repeating themselves over and over again.

"On their way. We have a couple of house before the game still so they should be arriving any minute now," Caesar said as they walked away from the rest of the group who were watching Jason and Rico argue laughing at their immaturity. "What about your team?"

"Same. We left early but the rest of the team as to come from two districts over," Stacy said.

"You ready for today," Caesar said.

"As much as I possibly could given the short amount of time between our games."

"It shouldn't take too much preparation to prepare to lose," Caesar said.

Stacy turned her head toward him quickly, her usual smile replaced by a scowl. "I'm not going to lose. How dare you insinuate that."

"Wow, wow easy I'm just getting the competitive juices flowing," Caesar said holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.

Stacy's smile returned and she grabbed onto his arm. Caesar blushed not expecting the sudden action, but he did not push her away. "You better not underestimate me."

"Trust me Huey has drilled that warning into our head all week. No one on our team underestimates your talents, but the same goes for you."

"I never underestimate my opponent."

"A good philosophy," Caesar laughed.

The last hours before the game slipped by and both teams began to show up at the field along with the first trickling of fans from both teams. Seeing the players on the field those fans wasted no time asking for autographs and they all obliged spending another half hour signing autographs and taking pictures before they returned to their respective locker rooms.

Cindy was the last to show up and the gang had already gathered in the locker room. While Huey stood in front of his whiteboard with Caesar going over their pregame speech, Jazmine, Riley, and Hiro were watching a movie and Jason and Johnny sat in the kitchen area slurping down some microwave noodles.

She walked over to Jason and Johnny who were discussing Johnny's trip to the University. Johnny was using his finger and some bed of salt to show him some of the drills he had run while with the University's football team.

"Here," Cindy said sliding a white plastic bag with a box inside on the table beside Jason. "Hey Johnny. How wuz ya trip?"

"Enlightening," Johnny said eyeing the bag. "What's that? Open in brah."

"I told you not to do this," Jason groaned.

"And I told ya if ya gonna be mah boyfriend ya gonna learn to text," Cindy said putting her hands on her hips.

"Boyfriend huh. Nice going brah," Johnny smiled slurping up some noodles. When Jason seemed to be trying to ignore the bag he added, "Just open it."

"Fine," Jason growled grabbing the bag and pulling out a box with a picture of a phone with a sliding keyboard. "I'm not going to here the end of this from Rummy."

"Does Rummy have a girlfriend?" Cindy asked.

"I guess not," Jason said slowly opening the box. He stopped opening it and pushed the box away once he saw inside it. "I'm not using that."

"What wrong with it brah? It can't be that ugly a phone," Johnny asked pulling the box over to look inside. Seeing inside he started laughing drawing the attention of the rest of the team.

"What's so funny nigga?" Riley asked leaning over the back of the couch with Jazmine and Hiro to get a better look as Caesar and Huey looked on from the doorway between the dressing room and the entertainment room.

Johnny pulled out the phone and showed it to everyone a giant smile on his face that threatened to turn to laughs again.

"Nigga ya got a pink phone," Riley laughed falling back on the couch holding his ribs as he laughed out loud.

"I can't believe you did this," Jason groaned looking at Cindy.

"Next time don't give me da whole who do ya think I am bullshit," Cindy said.

"I'm not using that. I'll just use my old phone," Jason refused to take the pink phone from Johnny who held it out for him breaking down into fits of laughter again. Jason fished is old flip phone out of his pocket and flipped it open but the screen was blank.

"Ya can't I deactivated it," Cindy said imitating his smirk. "Ya gonna have to take dat phone and let it serve as a remainder."

"Take da phone Janet," Riley managed to get through his fits of laughter. "A pink phone for a da pretty little gurl."

Jason growled but took the phone form Johnny and immediately shoved it into this pocket and stormed into the dressing room to start getting dressed.

As the ten minute warning rang in the room Jason returned to the room and grabbed his helmet lining up with the team as Huey led them up to the tunnel. The announcer in his booming voice announced each of them one at a time and Riley who was once again the first one out was his showboating self, running along the ground like an ape before rolling through the air and landing on his feet. Once again as Riley came out the crowd cheered him and he felt great knowing those cheers were for him.

Huey was joined by most of his team at centre field and Stacy brought a chunk of her team too. In the middle of all the players the official flipped the coin and Stacy called it heads but it landed tails and Huey choose to receive.

Before they left for their respective sides of the field Huey shook Stacy's hand and she through Caesar a wink. Rico gave Jason a grin, but Jason ignored him his eyes like Riley's on Johnson who was trying to stare down the shorter Riley. Without incident they separated returning to their own sides of the snowy frozen field and readied for the Revolver's kick.

Their third game is finally underway but how will the weather affect both teams' game plans? Faced with a real team can Huey pull off a third win and make it to the finals?