Operation: No Quarter-Back [ON HOLD :/ ]

Who says that the head cheerleader has to date the quarterback?
Well I'm not following it.
That's why I'm breaking de trend nd going out with any guy. Any guy but the quarterback.
Any guy but Ian Rodgers.
Navigate with Skylar Khrest as she tries desperately to avoid Ian.
Then new guy, or so she thinks, Zac DeJavier, comes along and things might just get better.
Or a lot worser.


6. The Tumble from the Top


The whole town was buzzing about the upcoming football match between the Iyllar Panthers and the Baxter Beavers. It was one of the matches that were vital for getting us through to the state championships.

As soon as we entered the school corridors Lisha rushed towards Blake.

“Hey Blake,” she exclaimed, nearly mowing him down. Lisha was short of jumping into his arms.

“Hey Lisha,” he said, flashing a wide smile at her as she wrapped an arm around his arm.

“Who are you guys playing against tomorrow?” she asked.

Blake looked like he was forcing back a laugh after all it was a known fact around town that the panthers were playing against the beavers.

Lisha was really playing dumb.

“The Baxter Beavers,” Blake answered, “We’re going to pound them silly,” he added with an over confident voice as he sent her a wink.

I had to control myself as I nearly threw up in my mouth.

“You’re going to be cheering me on, right?” Blake asked, making his voice so sweet and innocent, “I’m so tired of hearing ‘GO IAN GO!’.”

“Yeah. Sure,” Lisha agreed.

“Lee,” I called out, “Let’s go. Calculus is waiting.”

“Uh…sure,” she said as she said bye to Blake and came over, beaming.

“Hey Sky,” Blake said as he stared at me.

“Yeah,” I muttered as I literally dragged Lisha away.


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Football was brutal. From where I stood, it looked like Coach Hurst was pushing everyone to their ultimate limit. Even though he was in his forties, Coach Hurst was a man that could hold his own. His greying hair wasn’t a sign of weakness. It just spelt out experience and he used this to train his team. And he expected perfection from everyone. At that moment I felt sorry for the entire team. Even Ian, Zac and the other two.

One thing was certain to come out of this extreme training session. Their muscles were going to be burning and their entire body would be aching by nightfall. A serious need of ice packs was going to be required.

The bleachers was already prepared for tomorrow’s game. The school colours lined the bleachers. Red and Black.

Somehow I also felt pity for the beavers having to play on foreign territory. They would be playing a game, where there were going to be hardly any supporters and where people would be rooting for your downfall.

The squad was stretching and bending as they ran through the warm ups, naturally looking up every once in a while hoping the boys would notice them. This got massive results, as the occasional wolf whistle filled the air. Hormonal teenagers, what can you do about them, right?

Coach Hurst stomped across the field, making a beeline for me after Blake whistled at the sight of Lisha doing and impressive somersault.

“Khrest!” his deep voice yelled as he neared me, “I would really appreciate it if you kept a tight leash on the girls. I need the guys focused on training coz tomorrow’s going to be a bloodbath,” his brows creased over in worry as he thought of the game tomorrow.

“Yes coach. I’ll get right on it,” I muttered hastily after all, Coach Hurst was someone you never wanted to get on the wrong side of.

I took a step back since naturally he still had the built of a linebacker. My face burned hot with embarrassment. I didn’t like to be told that I was doing a bad job. And that was what Coach Hurst was hinting at.

“Good,” he muttered as he started to head back to his team.

I turned and stared at the squad. At one corner, Jessica and her friends were doing provocative poses.

“GIRLS!” I yelled.

Everyone turned around to stare at me.

“If you wanna strike a pose all day long, find a catwalk to strut in. Don’t be doing it here,” I said in a loud voice, “Now Coach Hurst over there,” I indicated the Coach whose shouting could be heard from here, “Well, he seems to think that I’m not doing a very good job of handling y’all. What do you think? Huh? Am I not a good captain?” I was definitely furious. My face must be as red as a freaking tomato.

“No Sky,” the girls muttered as they shook their heads furiously.

“Then please get back to work. Ok? No posing and all. Let’s do pyramid 7. Places,” I shouted.

The girls got into their designated positions.

“Gianna, Kelly,” I called out, “Get the base.”

Gradually after some adjustments, I made it to the top of the pyramid.

My face then lit up in a smile as I watched my team work together as one.

“Good work, girls,” I commented as I beamed, “Now steady.”

The pyramid finally steadied out. The view from where I was standing was magnificent and at the same time nerve wracking. I felt like I was flying as the wind blew past me. I could see the whole school from here.

Some students were chatting idly by the gymnasium as they sat on some benches outside. A couple was making out by the car park. Coach Hurst was still pushing the boys hard. Ian threw the football to Drew who then ran for a touchdown.

“Argh!!!” Kelly’s voice echoed from down below, “I broke a nail,” she added as I saw her stick her fingers into her mouth.

A second too late realisation dawned on her that her slight movement might just have unbalanced and shaken up the entire routine. T made a huge difference.

“HELP!!!!” I shouted as loud as I could as my feet shook.

A second later, I felt my footing slip as the sensation of flying disappeared. Now I knew how penguins felt like when they tried to fly but couldn’t. I felt like a dead weight dropping from the sky as I shut my eyes after seeing the ground nearing me.

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