The sun beats down on my shoulders as I squint to look at the players scurrying around on the field, my eyes see a blond figure standing on the side line and I smile as I realize Jesse is going to go in again. My pulse races and I watch the ball go from one of our players to the other and finally to Jesse who boots the ball down the field and suddenly his team mate is jumping in the air headering the ball into the net.

Our side of the staduim erupts in cheers as the score goes up 2-0, while the staduim to the right of us begins to boo obnoxiously loud in anger and hate. Mrs. Wolf quickly turns to the staduim next to us and shouts in her southern accent, "At least we didn't have to pay off the refs to get this far!" Never in my life have I heard over 70 people go from screaming to dead silence as they all stare at Jesse's mother in shock and a bit of humilation.
"Nice mom," Lukas mutters as he pulls Jasmine closer to his chest with John on the other side of him and Naomi on the other side of Jasmine.

Pretty soon I'm talking away a strom with John about how horrible the refs are and he just sits and listens with an amused smirk on his face as I rant to him.
"What the heck that was not a foul!" I shout only to have John's hand slapped over my mouth.
"Even if they can hear you, and they most likely can't, they won't listen," John explains, "Now come on I think it's time you get a concession break," he sighs.

Grumbling a bit more about the refs I stand and follow John out towards the concession stands as the smell of food becomes more and more potent making my stomach growl. We trot off of the bleachers side by side and make small talk as dark greasy hair meets my view I let my feet stop and my body tense as I stare in disgust.

"What?" John questions once he sees my repulsed look, "Is there like a queen bee around or somethin'?" he questions lifting his head to see better.
"No just... " I mutter only to be interrupted.
"Kira," a voice states from behind me and I whip around to see the one and only Jase, hair greasy as ever, smile disgusting as normal, and pale eyes paler than usual.
"What do you want Jase?" I grumble and feel John scoot closer to my side as he eyes Jase.

"What? I can't say hi to my little cousin's girlfriend?" Jase tease.
"If you're calling Jesse little then what does that make you?" John retorts as he stares at Jase's mostly scrawny figure. Jase is quick to scowl as he eyes John up and down, "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?" Jase spits out, "My dad is the principal and..."
"And what?" I interrupt while crossing my arms, "You're going to expel a 26 year old man because he hurt your feelings?" I watch as a smile crawls onto John's face and a deep scowl forms on Jase's, I was having a pretty good day until I saw this dimwit, what the hell is he doing here anyway?

Flipping back around with John on my heals I quickly shout over my shoulder, "It's a shame we didn't see you at the wedding! Did you get your new toy pregnant and were  to embarrassed to come alone?" I watch as Jase's jaw drops while people's heads turn to look at the fuming boy as I'm now at a safe distance of ten feet from him. John chuckles from next to me as he guides me over to the concession stand, the second we get there I make my order of a hot dog and fries and then John makes his order of nearly everything on the menu before we turn back to the game.

Resting our elbows on the fence we watch Jesse get the ball, dribbling straight towards the goal, cheering begins to erupt in our stadium when someone on the opposing team suddenly slams in to Jesse making them both hurtle to the ground. The stadium suddenly gasps and it's mostly silent except for the whispers around us, "Oh my gosh is he ok?" I breathe as I stare at Jesse whose yet to get up.

"Yellow card!" someone shouts, I turn my head to agree with them when suddenly I see they're wearing the opposing teams shirt.
"Yeah give the kid a yellow card!" another one shouts and soon they begin to chant it just as Jesse is standing up.
"What the hell is wrong with you people it was clear your player ran over ours!" I find myself screaming making them turn their heads towards me.
"Like you know a thing about soccer," a parent sneers at me.

"Yeah in fact I do, and I especially know when parents or organizations are paying off the refs!" I scream at them and a few of them go pale.
"Funny how as hard as you try money still can't get you everything you want," I hiss at them, "See that score board? It still reads 3-0 which means no matter how many fouls the ref calls you're still losing!" I shout.
"Yellow card!" a parent shouts as he ignores me.
"Give the boy a yellow card," the old lady next to him shouts and sure enough the ref gives them what they want and he pulls out a yellow card.

Boos erupt on our side of the stadium and for the right reason as the ref escorts Jesse off of the field while Jesse argues with him. Finally Jesse stops mid-field and refuses to move, it's clear to anyone that he's obviously beyond pissed as he shouts at the ref in anger and disagreement.
"This game is fricken stupid!" I growl out to John.

The sound of a whistle blowing rings in the air as the ref then pulls out a red card on Jesse.
"What the hell!?" shouts erupt from our side of the stadium and John places his hand on my shoulder as it looks like Jesse is about to attack the ref.
"Go get him off the field," John hisses.
"What?" I exclaim as I look up at him in bewilderment, "That ref deserves a pounding."
"No there's no way to change the refs mind now and if Jesse hits him then the team gets expelled and they lose their title, in fact I think that's what the refs are trying to do cause it's obvious the other team won't actually win," John explains and I send a death glare to the creepy parents who have evil smiles plastered on their faces. Jeez they're taking high school soccer to a whole other level.

I grip onto the metal fence and hastily swing my leg over while a few parents stare in shock at my behavior before I sprint down the field to where Jesse is currently shouting profanities at the ref. He sure does love his soccer.
"Jesse!" I shout at him while placing my hands on his chest to push him back and away from the ref.
"Thank you young lady," the ref heaves out to me and I turn to him with a spiteful look.
"Oh go to hell you selfish bastard," I retort before taking Jesse's hand and leading him to the bench where a few of his team mates 'ooh' at my bratty comment to the ref.

Jesse huffs as he sits down on the bench with a scowl while his coach goes to talk to the ref.
"This is ridiculous! I no longer care about this damn game, I care about my players and right now you're letting the other opponents pummel them!" the coach shouts at the ref.
"I think it's best if I leave," I hear Jesse mutter to me before standing up.
"Don't you want to stay and watch your team?" I ask as I crane my neck to look up at his towering figure.

"I think it'd be better to leave, one less person about to assault the refs," he mutters before patting a player on the back, "We're heading out cause I might shoot someone if I stay, myself included."
A chorus of, "See ya Jess, or bye's," fill the air as he angrily trudges out of the soccer field. As we reach the end of the field a chorus of 'boos' erupt as Jesse walks through the other parents section and to my surprise he just takes it. He doesn't flip anyone off or scream at them like I want to, instead he keeps his head high and leaves.

The booing is quickly drowned out by our own parent's shouting, "Paid the refs! Paid the refs!" which booms so loudly I bet anyone within a ten mile radius can hear. As Jesse walks by cheers erupt from our side as he simply grabs my hand and smiles at the crowd like some celebrity.
"Careful if your ego gets any bigger I don't think it'll fit in the stadium," I remark as John and Naomi follow us out.

"Says the girl whose head is so big it might fall over," he remarks slyly and I roll my eyes.
"Touché," I comment and his arm finds its way around my shoulder as we walk over to John's car.

"You know I wonder who paid the refs off?" I ask as we enter the car.
"Probably some rich kid's parent or something," Jesse comments but my mind can't help but wander to the worst place ever and I begin to wonder if it was my father who paid the refs off. Shaking the stupid thought of him out of my mind I turn my head to Jesse again before laying down across the seats and placing my head in his lap.

He grins down at me as I stare up at his mostly sweaty figure.
"Guess what," I mumble as his hands find their way into my hair.
"Hmm," he hums softly.
"You really need a shower."

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"Do you got any nines?" Jesse asks while readjusting his cards.
"Go fish," I sing and he raises a skeptical eyebrow.
"You're lying," he quirks one side of his lip upwards into a smirk.
"Oh no not this again," I groan and soon he's reaching for my cards while I'm holding them to my chest and squealing with him hovering over me.

"No! My cards!" I scream like a five year old then leap to my feet and run throughout my house with my cards tucked safely into my chest.
"Come back you little..." Jesse mumbles as he catches up to me on the stairs.
"No!" I squeal as he catches me with his arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders holding me in place as he pulls the cards from my hands.
"You have another nine!" he shouts and glances down at me as laughter erupts from my chest.

"I win!" I cheer and smile up at him.
"You had one pair and I had five!" he exclaims.
"But I'm a girl so I win!" I smile and he shakes his head at me.
"And you say I'm sexist," he mutters before we enter my room with my window wide open letting the air in.

"Kira! Jesse! Naomi! John! Chris! Katie!" my mother shouts all of our names throughout the largish house sending all of us hurling down the stairs in an epic race. Nearly tripping and falling on my face I make it to the bottom of the stairs second right behind John who made sure no one passed him up.
"Could you guys be any more immature?" my mother questions crossing her arms and then we crowd around her with large grins.
"Is that a challenge Miss Williams?" John questions with a brow quirked upwards.

My mother just purses her lips and as she does so a unfamiliar looking man walks out of the kitchen with Ryan right by his side, they're talking and laughing almost making me rather suspicious of the unknown man. As they both approach us Ryan stops to fix a small statue on our table furthering my suspicions about him being OCD.

"Well this is Mr. Kelp and he is in charge of the agency," my mother motions to the old man who gives us a somewhat forced smile.
"He's here to help us due to the new... circumstances," my mother explains.
"What new circumstances?" Chris voices the question we're all wondering.
"Christopher's silence is anything but unnerving meaning that he's about to attack, I'm afraid that since he has succeeded in talking to both you Chris, and Kira that I'm next but I don't think he'll give me much of a choice as to join his side."

"We've tried running and that hasn't worked," my mother starts off, "We've tried staying and that hasn't worked either, so now we're going to do the one thing we never wanted to do, we're going to split up."