When we arrived at the field, ready to start with the cheers, we saw the other team's squad also hopping around in their own uniforms, waving to the side of the bleachers where their school's supporters are seated.

My eyes locked in with their own cheer captain. They were from a school not really far from here so we all knew each other. I'm also aware of the fact that she's as competitive as I am and will surely not allow their crowd to be overpowered by ours.

She was challenging me with her gaze and I smirked. If that's how you want to play it, then let's play.

I signaled the drums to start hitting and we grabbed our pompoms, jumping up and down in synch to get our school crowd going, chanting some of our school cheers. Like as practiced, our Wolf mascot came running out, doing awkward dances and such. It wasn't the most properly rehearsed part but it was funny and it looked so silly that it kept the people entertained.

I'm praying that the energy drink we all had as a pre-game ritual keeps us going until the end.

As head cheerleader, I swore to keep our school spirit up, through wins and losses.

The audience soon became louder when the players slowly went out one by one, holding their helmets under their arms as they moved around with their dark uniforms. Blue and silver, our school colors.

Gray came marching out with his game face on, his eyes were so focused to the point that he drowned out the screams from the girls he passed by. He ruffed out his hair and took a deep breath, standing next to his teammates as they did a huddle.

Let me tell you something, with those steel brown eyes and the most serious expression on his face, his attractiveness just doubled – it didn't help that he looked absolutely amazing in his uniform.

When the team broke off, they readied themselves by giving one more stretch as they put on their helmets. I held out a hand to the girls to give them the signal to keep up with the screams as I walked up to Gray and gave him an encouraging smile, "Good luck out there."

"Start of the season," he huffed, shaking his arms to calm himself down, "Our first game."

"Hey," I held onto his helmet so he can look at me, "You're not going to lose because I'm the one waving the pompoms and cheering for you."

He blinked at me and his Mr. Serious façade broke down into bits, "You're so sure of yourself."

"That's usually you," I laughed, releasing him, "And you should keep up with it, especially in this game."

"Cheer for me?" he chuckled, slowly stepping back to join his team.

With an enthusiastic nod, I answered, "Every second."

And that was the start of our school's first game of the year. Whether the ball was with us or not, we yelled our lungs off and the boys placed in every ounce of strength to get the football through the field. The quarters flew by so quickly, and during in-between, the cheerleaders did not rest.

The audience at our side of the bleachers roared as the football came flying pass the opponent and into the arms of one of our players, sprinting around the field with it.

To say that we were tired is putting it lightly. With the large and hot lights along with the huge mass of people, it was hard not sweat in this condition. Adding to the heat, we have been jumping and dancing around before the game even started.

"Let's go Wolves!" we cheered, waving our pompoms in the air as we did another routine. When the ball was stolen by the other school, our crowd slowly went down and we had no choice but to turn to them and scream in order to lift up the school spirit.

With the school drumline beside us, we tried to pump up the crowd. To tell you the truth, the girls and I were just faking enthusiasm at this point. I told them not to exert too much energy since we have our own competition tomorrow, but the game had dragged on longer than anyone suspected so we were getting drained.

Our team did have a slight advantage, but when we still have six minute remaining with the last quarter, the tables can turn anytime and to be honest, no one wants to take any chances and slack off.

Gray was there in the field, even with his helmet, I can recognize him perfectly. He was yelling at his teammates as he never allowed the ball out of his sight. His big body was perfect for the sport, and any time he got the ball, you could see the fear in the other team's eyes.

Along with his build, he was quite notorious around town. No matter who you are, you don't mess with Gray Martyn. That's a fact that everybody in this tiny area knows.

He chucked the football and it came whirling to the goal, giving our side another point – sending our crowd into a frenzy.

At moments like these, we think it's a good time to rest since they're already excited. We all wrestled for the cooler, trying to grab at least a cold bottle of water. Vivian chugged down all the contents of her drink in one go, before hunching down, "This is harder than last year."

Agree, though that's probably because we're the seniors now. We're usually at the front of every formation and we do the most complicated tricks so maybe for the younger ones, this isn't even too bad, but for us fourth years, we're struggling.

But from the advice of those who graduated, only the first games are the hardest since our bodies are just adjusting again from being stagnant during the summer vacation.

The game went on in our background and I only had to look at the scoreboard to become reassured that we were still on the lead.

"Get ready, girls," I told them, stretching my muscles to prepare myself for our last routine.

Whether we were winning or not, the last two minutes of the game, we would do a pyramid to keep the crowd alive.

As the timer kept counting down, we went to our positions. My eyes were glued to the red numbers slowly showing off how many seconds we have left before we hit the two minute mark. Tightening my ponytail that was trapped in a blue and silver ribbon, I gave the girls a nod and we went to action.

"Ready?" we yelled before clapping our hands, "Okay!"

They simultaneously dropped their pompoms and did the flip that we have practiced, perfectly getting into their assigned position. The crowd cheered behind us as the pyramid slowly got built up. I gave Vivian a high five and she bent down as I stepped on her hands and she gave me the lift I needed. Two girls at the mid-level of the pyramid caught me and pulled my arms up, giving more momentum. At the very top, the four girls grabbed onto my legs before I found myself at the very top.

The whole team supported my weight and I pumped my arms up in the air, yelling our school cheer as we watched the timer go down. As the football was passed to Gray, he quickly sprinted to the goal, aiming for a touchdown. When he reached it, I unintentionally let out a little squeal, affecting the balance a bit

I let out a whistle to signal the girls and the pyramid slowly went down.

Like there was a doubt, our school won. As the long buzzer sounded through the field, our side went crazy, balloons and banners getting thrown around as our boys went to the benches after shaking hands with the opponents.

Without missing a beat, I ran to Gray just as he was removing his helmet. Jumping into his arms, he was caught off-guard but I heard his hearty laughter when he realized it was only me.

"Congratulations!" I squealed over the loud beating of the drums.

"That's because you were cheering for me, babe," he winked with that smirk of his.

Letting out a slight giggle, I released him and playfully slap him on the chest, "So that means we're celebrating?"

He turned to one of his teammates who overheard us. He was already grinning from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling with mischievousness, "Party at mine, pass it around."

Me and the other surrounding group yelled in victory as the football team and the cheerleaders head back in to change out of our uniforms.

"I'm a little hesitant to let everyone go to the party," I sighed so only Vivian could hear as everybody went running around in the locker room.

She turned to me and raised a brow, shimmying out of the short skirt that our uniform had, "Why?"

"Because we still have a competition tomorrow," I explained, pulling on a fresh blouse, "And what if one of us gets too drunk to perform properly."

"We've been doing this for years, Clara," she reminded, buttoning up her skinny jeans, "A little bit of partying never stopped us."

My gaze then turned to the freshmen of our team, they were obviously excited about the idea of attending a party filled with the school's most popular ones. Vivian was slightly true with her statement – we've been doing this for years. Partying, that is.

Us seniors are so used to downing bottles and cans of alcohol then getting a splitting headache the next day to the point that we can now just act so normally after a few hours. I've experienced it all, from falling off of a table from getting too drunk or waking up as if I just hit my head with a hammer a thousand times.

And even so, I've managed to go on with my day like nothing happened.

The freshmen and sophomores on the other hand is what I'm worried about. They may or may not be able to tolerate the alcohol as much as we can and the thought makes me nervous. What if they can't perform tomorrow? Most of our flyers are the tiny ones.

"If I remember correctly, you were quite happy when you got drunk on that fateful night during second year," she smirked, reminding of a memory that's not exactly pleasant nor was it unpleasant.

Let's just say that it's related to that fact that Gray and I have this current relationship.

Rolling my eyes, I finished dressing up before stuffing my uniform into my gym bag, "Whatever, I just hope everyone's fine tomorrow."

"They will be," she waved off. After she applied some spritz of her perfume, she closed her locker before walking out with me to her car.

Getting into the passenger side, I threw my bag to the back as she started the engine, fixing her mirrors and strapping her seatbelt, we slowly reversed out of the school parking lot.

"I've noticed," she spoke, her eyes staring ahead, "You've been quite a downer, what's wrong with the queen's head?"

"What else?" I blew out, leaning against the leather seat, "Not everything's going my way."

From the corner of my eye, I could see her make a face and I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying something horrible. She should be used to it though, I've always demanded to get things my way. And if it really did upset her, she shouldn't be the one always behind my back when it comes to my schemes.

But for her, being the best friend and right hand man of the girl who has everything is already a position many could only dream of.

That's wrong though, you shouldn't be satisfied with always being the second one. That doesn't mean I'm letting her overthrone me – I've got the crown on my head and for now, the king by my side.

Remembering the term Gray used on Erin at the clinic, I bit my lip. She may be the puny little princess but, I'm the queen.

When we pulled up in front of the house, it was only the beginnings of a loud night. There were already a few cars, but we were still able to get a spot near the home. As we got out, she locked the vehicle and stuffed the keys into her pocket, gesturing to it so that she makes sure that I could see it.

She knows that by the end of the night, one of us would get drunk and in the case that it was her, I could get the keys from her and drive the car.

Usually, we would stay at the host's living room to pass the night. Rule number one if you're throwing a high school party like this: be ready for the aftermath, which is finding people scattered around your house, passed out from the last night's happenings.

The amount of times that I had to provide enough breakfast bars for about fifteen people after a party is too damn high.

The two of us were greeted by a few people when we got inside. Even the rival school were in there, showing that there we no hard feelings with the loss.

I grabbed myself a cup of beer before exploring the familiar house that has thrown a few events like this every now and then. I said hello to the guy who was hosting this and a curt compliment just for politeness.

"Thanks," he grinned, "Gray was the one who told me to plan a party so that if we won, we could celebrate."

"And what happened if you lost?" I inquired in a joking manner.

"We'll get drunk to forget about it," he laughed over the music.

At the middle of all of the craziness, a familiar face approached me along with her little minions. She was practically a mirror image of me, except you know, I'm better looking than her.

"Good game, Harper," she said, even going as far as using my last name. Even though those were her words, her tone was less than humbling.

"Thank you," I muttered, playing along, "We knew that we would win."

She visibly gritted her teeth and shook her head, "Don't get too cocky, it was the boys' game. The real winner would be decided tomorrow."

"Oh please," I snorted, "The support team always has a role, and I think our crowd was louder than yours."

People were starting to turn to us and it only fueled me more. My posture was still relaxed as I loosely held my red cup as my other hand rested on my hip.

"I'll have you biting your words soon enough," she laughed with a bit of malice, "We both know who's the better cheerleader, both looks and skill."

Rolling my eyes and I reached out to touch her hair. Dry, damaged, and thin, "At least I'm all natural."

She gasped before prying my fingers away. I still remember this girl back then when was still a dark brunette, I was quite surprised to see her earlier with those bleached locks and messy hairstyle. Yes, I could see her talents when it comes to the tricks and flips, but if she argues with the physical appearance, she might as well dig her own grave of lies.

"At least my boyfriend's not cheating on me," she said as a last resort.

I lifted a brow, "Who's cheating?"

Feeling victorious, she pointed behind me and I whipped around to see Gray talking with, you guessed it, Erin.

"See you tomorrow," she cackled, walking away with her minions following behind.

My girls saw the sight I was looking at and we all gaped. I kept telling myself to calm down – to not panic and to trust Gray.

For one thing, what the hell is the goody-two-shoes doing here? This is so out of her element.

"Uh oh," one of them whistled lowly.

"They're doing shots in the kitchen, correct?" I questioned and a teammate nodded.

I turned on my heel and started making my way through the crowd, my own version of the minions rushing to catch up with my pace. Like the one of them confirmed, a few shot glasses were empty as some people did light conversations while pouring out the alcohol.

They only had three options: vodka, whiskey, or tequila.

For now, I'm going with my classic. Grabbing the open vodka bottle, I also took a shot glass and started walking out again, shooing the two people making out on the couch to give me space. From this spot, I could still see them clearly without them noticing me stalking them.

Okay, stalking is such a strong word. Let's go with secret observation.

I first filled up the glass halfway, blinking at the scene in front of me before bringing the shot glass to my lips and tilting my head back, reveling in that burning feeling.

Don't do anything horrible, Clara, don't do anything horrible.

When Erin started laughing and jumping to the music in front of Gray, I did another half-shot, gritting my teeth afterwards.

I'm hoping the alcohol will help me stop myself from taking direct action, because right now, I want to do nothing more but grab her by the hair and drag her away from my man.

As Gray pulled her to the big mass of people that was made into a makeshift dancefloor, I poured myself another one.

This is like a fucking drinking game. Every time you have the burning desire to kill, take a shot.

I do hope that I'm not reaching my limit anytime soon. Before this, I already took in a couple cups of beer, and I'm one of those people who's still aware of their surrounding even if they're already drunk.

Meaning, the alcohol content in my blood could be pretty damn high and I could still act like I'm just a bit buzzed.

"Now this is just sad," Vivian muttered as she walked up to me after one of the girls called her, "Trust me, we're all shocked."

"Someone take pictures!" I demanded, pointing the end of the bottle towards Erin and Gray's direction, "I need proof of this shit when I'm fully sober."

They all whipped out their phones and started snapping, although it's not as secretive as we wanted since their flashes were on in order to see the two even under this dim lighting.

And because of that stupid flash, it caught their attention and they both looked towards our small group. Gray's eyes widened at the realization and in his gaze, I could see that he was debating whether to go to me and calm me down or to escape with Erin while she's still safe.

Just because of that hesitation, I poured myself more vodka, doing a full shot this time.

He shouldn't hesitate, he has always went to me in situations like these.

"There, there," Vivian patted my head awkwardly, finding a seat on the armrest of the couch beside me, "Let the alcohol be your best friend."

I'm praying my self-control will come through. I don't want to hurt her without a clear thought, Gray would be mad at me and Evan will explode if I did.

She's not supposed to be here anyways, she's in dangerous territory.

I watched him say something to Erin as he led her out of the house and this brought in more negative thoughts.

And what do I do when that happens? Yup, another drink.

Only this time, I decided to take it slowly instead of downing it in one go. Leaning back, I blew out the stray piece of hair that fell on my face, "I'm not happy about this at all."

"Just say the word and we'll take action," one of the girls smirked.

They're always ready to play when it comes to the girls that comes in the way with a teammate's relationship. It's not only with me – even I make some other people's life miserable when one of the girls needs my help.

At least we do that for each other.

Not really the best way to bond or to handle a situation, but hey, we're living stereotypes according to the other people, might as well act the part.

Soon enough, we saw Gray emerge once again from the door and our gazes locked with each other. It didn't take long for me to figure out that he was about to go to me, probably to explain what I just saw.

"Oh gosh," I jumped up, accidentally spilling some vodka on the floor in the process.

His brows scrunched up in worry and with his eyes, he silently told me to wait for him to reach me.

Nope.

I'm just a millimeter away from snapping and I'm sure that if I talk to him in my condition, I might say some words that I will regret later.

So I quickly turned around, ready to sprint away. But alas, the moment I took a few steps, I found myself falling to the ground.

Maybe because I was already starting to become unstable with the amount that I just drank or maybe because of these high heels, but I didn't see the small wet puddle I've created with my alcoholic drink that I ran right to it and I slipped.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. My eyes blinked up and the girls dramatically gasped as many started to build a circle around my body, checking if I was alright.

Gray managed to make his way to me, pushing away some people so he could get in front. He blinked down to me and I pursed my lips into a straight line, shaking my head before I closed my eyes.

When I open them, I don't want to his handsome face staring down at me.

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This chapter is brought to you by stress, headaches, and sleep deprivation.

How was your week? Mine? It was amazing, except that my dog who was with me for more than twelve years died, but other than that, I realized what a great distraction friendships can be.

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