"Let's go Warriors! Let's go!"

First game of the season and I'm not enjoying any of it. Were already close to our half-time show performance. The score is close with Drandren Dogwoods leading with a three point lead as it stands its twenty to seventeen, not in our favor.

Dawson has to sit the bench throughout the entire game. From what I heard from my fellow cheerleaders, he got into a fight with Ivan just before the game started. Both him and Ivan are out for this game at least. I don't know if there's more that they will have to miss or not. It's not like Dawson and I are talking at all these days.

After our argument the other night I have been keeping to myself. Sleeping on the couch. Not even talking to my other two mates. They're not to blame. I just don't feel much like trying to fake a conversation these days. My hearts not into it. I can't keep living this way.

I'm turning over a new leaf in my life. I'm bound and determined to be a stronger me. A better me. I will not be a damn door-mat any longer. Not if I can help it.

I think it's really affecting my mates though. They have been playing terribly tonight and I can't help but to think that it's all my fault. I shouldn't take it out on Knox and Jaye, they haven't done anything wrong. But I have so much anger inside of me from Dawsons betrayal That it's eating me up inside. I need to make amends to both of them. I need to make things right.

"Ready?" Tina ask, she's a bubbly spirit. Friends with everybody. She never sees the bad in anybody. I envy her that, I use to be like her. Now not so much.

"Let's do this!" Racing on to the field, we get into our position to preform for our fellow college mates.

I'm at the right end, I'm positioned right across the bench where Dawson and the others sit.

My nerves start to rattle. We've practiced this routine so much I know I have all the moves down pat but doing it in front of so many people sends my anxiety in a tailspin.

Our routine dance song starts up. It's Going Down by Young Joc blast through the speakers. I start off with with a tumble ending with a back hand spring.

All through the routine I can feel all of their eyes upon me. Not the crowds but my mates. It makes me twice as nervous. By the end of our routine my nerves are completely shot but I still put on a giant smile. Regardless of what I'm feeling inside.

Hearing the fans applause and screams makes me happy. I'm so glad Chaz talked me into trying out. He's always there when I need him. I owe him so much.

Back in our positions waiting for the game to restart I eye my mates on the edge of the field. They both look so handsome and virile in their huddle. Yea I really need to find a way to make up for my past behavior. They haven't done anything but make me feel special or try to anyway. I give them both a little wave from the sidelines.

Eyeing Dawson seated on the bench I catch him staring at me. His eyes show so many emotions behind them. I wish I could believe everything he tells me. I wish it wasn't this way between us but unfortunately it is.

Turning back to the fans we begin to chant.

Boom, dynamo, ba ba ba
Boom, dynamo, hold up, wait a minute
Let's put some spirit in it!

I eye the crowd searching for my friends. I spot them next to my father and Timothy. I can't believe they are all here. They all seem very happy.

My eyes spot Marley sitting on the edge with a guy I don't know. She finds a different one every week now it seems. What Knox ever seen in her is a mystery to me.

Then I see Tawny sitting right in front. Her eyes never leave Dawson. It's like she zeroed in on him and won't let him go. Glancing over my shoulder to see if Dawson notices her. I find his gaze still locked in me. He's not paying attention to the game nor Tawny. Just me. That should make me feel ecstatic but it only makes me feel more confused.

The final score of the game was Warriors twenty four Dogwoods twenty. We won!!

We pulled through right at the end. It was a very exciting game to say the least.

Waiting outside the locker room for my mates to exit, I'm leaning against the cold concrete wall. The noise in the locker room is of pure excitement. I can't help but smile at their antics. Men!

The door crashes open startling me from the noise. Football players start pouring out of the room one by one. The atmosphere is jovial. Whooping and hollering are echoed throughout the hall.

Most exit with their hair still wet from the showers, the others are still in uniforms, surprisingly.

Then Dawson walks out, I'm frozen in my very spot. My breath hitches from the look on his face. He looks absolutely miserable. His eyes have dark circles around them, his once pale blue eyes are now darken.

He takes a step toward me, suddenly halting just staring straight into my eyes. Then turns on his heals with a sigh leaving me standing in the middle of the hall. I feel the urge to chase after him but I can't bring myself to do it. Maybe I should just ask Timothy to break the link already. All we're doing is prolonging the inevitable. But I gave him the choice to decide his own fate. Maybe I should just talk to him?

The door opens agains with a bang. Drawing me out of my misgiven thoughts.

Tyson and his brow beaters exit the locker room. I plant myself against the wall quickly not wanting to draw their attention to me. Unfortunately lucks not on my side tonight.

Tyson notices me planted against the wall walking over to me with an evil glint. I knew I should waited outside. I could kick myself for being so stupid. Behind him is his mixture of goons I spot Ivan holding his hand on the side of his face.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the dragons mate." Oh fuck! Now I'm really scared what did Dawson do!?

"What?" Tyson gets in my face. Eyeing me down with a grimace.

"Your fucking mate punched Ivan right in the eye." Tyson is pissed. I look to Ivan when he drops his hand there's a big shiner wrapped around his eye. Dawson must have punched him really hard. But why?

"Why?" Tyson is now only a hairs breath away from my face.

"Seems like someone can't take the fucking truth. Ivan only ask him how he and Tawny was getting along. Dawson got in his face screaming "what the hell is that suppose to mean" poor Ivan didn't do anything wrong. He may have a took it a little too far when he asked your stupid fucking mate how Tawny was in bed. But hell darling we all want to know that. Just like we want to know how you are in bed. I bet your a firecracker huh? Having three mates I know you should be a pro at fucking and sucking dick now. How bout you show me how good you really are?" When I turn my head away from his words of torture he grabs my face by my chin turning my head toward him. Lowering his head to whisper in my ear, I can smell his foul breath fanning me. I nearly gag.

"Since Dawson has Tawny and Knox has Marley the only mate you have loyal to you is Jaye. Oh no wait, he's fucking Knox. So I guess you don't have anybody now right?" He takes his hand putting it under my cheer skirt. Placing his finger along the rim of my panties. His finger glides over my folds. I feel repulsive.

"You know you want it baby. I bet it's been awhile since you had a good dick all up in you." His finger slips down. With his thumb and his pointer finger he pinches my clit. Making me thrash in his hold. I'm in a panic. I don't want this foul beast touching me. I freak I don't know what to do.

Ivan grabs ahold of Tyson's shoulder during Tyson's onslaught.

"Hey man thats enough. You're taking it too far."I never thought I'd be thankful for Ivan. But I'm so grateful he butted in stopping Tyson's fingers from going any further. He still has his fingers in my panties though. He halts his actions staring over his shoulder at Ivan. With a scowl on his face.

"Butt out Ivan of you don't like the show then leave. This pussys mine." Ivan gives Tyson an evil glare before storming off down the hall leaving me and Tyson and the rest of his goons in the hall. I want to scream for Ivan to come back but the words die in my throat when Tyson rams his fingers up my in vagina really hard.

I scream out from the pain. Tears start falling down my face. Tyson just laughs a manic laugh wile pumping his finger in and out of me. I close my eyes my tears are pouring out now in flood along my face.

I've been hurt. I've been ridiculed. I've been stepped on. I've been cheated on. I've been used. But this is far too much even for me.

The anger inside me begins to build. Even through Tyson's is finger raping me all I see now is fucking red!

Bringing my leg up in a bend I knee Tyson right in his groin. Stopping his assault immediately. He bends down screaming out in pain. The smile on my face is demonic.

"I told you asshole the only thing popping up will be my knee in your groin." Tyson raises his head looking at me with an devilish frown.

"You bitch!" He gurgles out on the midst of his pain.

Knox and Jaye both exit out the locker room, they came just in time to hear Tyson calling me a bitch.I can't help but roll my eyes at their timing. I just grant them both with a beaming smile. Needing to draw their attention away from the scene. I run over to them grabbing them both in a hug. They both eye Tyson hunched over in agony with his goons behind him. They search my face looking for answers. What can I say? He fucking deserves it!

"Don't worry about it. I handled it." And I'm proud of myself for doing so.

Grabbing both their hands I tug them along, away from Tyson. Leaving the fuckhead behind. Happy in the knowledge that I brought his stupid ass down a peg.

Exiting the building we head off to the parking lot hand in hand.

"Congratulations on winning the game!" I tell them, but they aren't going to fall for my avoidance tactics.

"You wanna tell us what happened back there with Tyson?" Jaye ask. Shaking my head no, I keep tugging them along with me. If they knew what did happen then they would both go after Tyson and no one would win in that situation so I keep my my closed hoping they will drop the subject. Im happy with the outcome there's no sense in dragging it on any further.

Before any of us can say anything else, I spy Dawson in the lot sitting on his Harley. Usually the sight of him would make me happy. But not this time. Because standing beside him is fucking Tawny! She's leaning on him in a suggestive way. She's nearly on his lap with her hand holding his arm.

Fed up with all this bullshit I storm my angry ass over to both of them. I have had enough! I'm not taking anymore!

Stopping directly in front of them both, When Dawson sees me his eyes widen in surprise. Tawnys head turns looking straight at me. With a mischievous glint in her eyes. The fucking bitch!

"I've had enough of this shit?" My anger flares up to a new degree, little blue lightning bolts sparks up in my hands. Dawson looks at my hands and freaks jumping off his bike to stand right in front of me. Blocking me from striking out at Tawny. He grabs my arms, panic on his face. Why the hell did he stop me?

"Stop Promise you can't hurt her!" What the fuck?

"Why the hell not! After all she's done to me you're protecting her!?" Sparks light up on my hands again making Dawson take a step back away from me.

"Stop Promise. She's pregnant!" Everything inside me died in that instant.

I felt hollow. More than empty. I felt like my world just erupted into tiny little fragments.

She's pregnant?

I go numb!

I can't feel a thing!

My hands drop to my side in an instant. I search his pale blue eyes for answers but all I see is worry.

Worry for Tawny. Worry for her child! Worry for his child?

I turn on my heals and walk away from him. This time I'm walking away forever. This time I won't turn back.

I hear him calling out to me.

I hear the guys screaming out for me.

I just keep walking. Walking away. Walking away from the heartbreak. Walking away from the pain. Walking away from the lies! Walking away from it all!

Walking straight into the traffic!

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