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The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia
Chapter 5: Girl of Steel
It was an eerie scene as the team rushed towards
Buffy's supine form.
The cheerleaders hid their faces in their pom-poms
and the linebacker
was soundly booed as he headed for the locker-room.
Everybody froze
when Buffy stumbled to her feet, taking off her
helmet and shaking her
long blond hair loose.
"She--She's up! Ladies and gentlemen, that is truly
a Girl of Steel!"
the announcer exclaimed over the speakers. The crowd
exploded and the
cheerleaders came to life.
Willow, most of all. She started jumping up and down
and was nearly in
tears, she was so happy that Buffy was unhurt.
'She's alright, she's
alright,' Willow thought. The other cheerleaders
started the
soon-to-be-familiar cheer of, "Give me a B!" and the
crowd responded
with vigor.
"Cap, you okay?" Harry asked as he looked Buffy over
for any signs of
injury, only to be pushed aside by Coach Landis.
"You alright, Summers?" she asked as she looked
Buffy thoroughly over
with trained eyes and a worried frown.
"Don't worry, Coach," Buffy said as she pulled off
her gloves. "I
rolled with it, wasn't so bad," she explained.
"Kick-boxing," she added.
Coach Landis nodded. "If you don't feel like
finishing, 'cause we
could always--" she was stopped by Buffy's raised
hand.
"I'll finish. I think they need to lose a bit bigger
now," she said
with an evil little smile as she started rubbing her
throwing arm.
"Plus we've only got five yards to cover now," she
added.
'Girl's got heart,' Coach Landis thought with a
smile. "Okay, you're
in. Give 'em hell, kiddo," she said and patted Buffy
on the shoulder.
Buffy took her place in the huddle and slipped her
helmet back on,
leaving her blond hair flowing out behind her. No
mercy for the jocks
this time around.
"You okay, ma'--Buffy?" Wild Bill asked, catching
himself and giving
and apologetic smile.
"Never better, Billy-boy," Buffy said with a grin
and then looked at
the Twins. "You boys ready to hurt some jerks?" she
asked and the
twins nodded with eager smiles. "The call is Yellow
Two, we go on
three. Don't leave a defender standing. You with
me?" she exclaimed.
"Yes Ma'am!" the team shouted as one. Buffy gave
Wild Bill a glare,
then smiled at the team.
The Bulldogs must have known they were in for it
when the Razorbacks
took the field again for the final play of the
quarter. Buffy seemed
to have grown taller somehow as she took the field
with the Twins
flanking her. She was a fierce vision; with her hair
trailing behind
her like a waterfall, a swagger in her step, and a
predatory smile on
her lips.
"Oh, that looks like one determined lady," the
announcer said over the
speakers.
"Please, Lord, don't let her break any bones," Giles
offered up a
quick prayer when he saw his slayer take the field
with a very
familiar swagger to her walk.
'Oh yeah, jocks to the slaughter,' Xander thought
with a grin from
underneath his fake-head. He kept hamming it up for
the audience
although he really did need to pee right about now.
Buffy stared down at the players in front of her
with fire in her eyes
and looked at the end zone behind them. 'I could
just jump over them,
but that's a bit too flashy,' she thought as she ran
her hand over the
turf. "Yellow Two! Yellow Two! Hut, hut, hut!" she
yelled. Once again,
the now familiar roar of bodies springing into
action and clashing
filled the field.
Buffy held the ball in viselike grip and backed up
one step. Then she
put her head down and rushed headlong into the pile.
It was as if the
tangled mass of bodies parted before her as the
Twins rushed a path
through the defenders and Buffy dove in after them.
Time seem to crawl
to a halt as she sailed through the gap between the
twins. She landed
with a thud in the end zone. As the referee blew the
whistle, she
spiked the ball into the ground, tore off her
helmet, and did a split
to the roaring approval of the crowd.
"Who's the cheerleader now?" she shouted at the
Bulldogs' quarterback
who stood at the sidelines. She laughed when he
kicked at his helmet,
hurting his foot in the process.
~*~*~*~
The defensive line took the field after Buffy did
her splits. Larry,
the defacto defensive team leader was none too
happy. The little dyke
was hogging all the glory and being a general tease.
At least that was
his version and he was sticking to it.
"Okay, boys, let's show them what the defense can
do," he said. He
gave a growl at the defensive line that seemed
overly focused on the
still celebrating quarterback. The little bitch was
now doing back
flips along with the cheerleaders in an effort to
further piss off the
Bulldogs.
"Guys! Focus on the game, not the sideshow freak,"
Larry snarled at
his teammates and was met by rather offended glares.
"Man, what's your problem, Larry? We're winning for
the first time in,
like, forever," a senior asked.
Larry grabbed him by his face guard. "Girls don't
play football! And
girls don't date cheerleaders!" he growled. "Now
stop this play or go
join the dyke up there dancing," he spat, then
pushed the linebacker away.
The Razorbacks' defensive line did their job well
and the Bulldogs
were in for a world of hurt on both ends. Larry
slammed into the
Bulldogs' quarterback with an almost feral snarl on
his face. The ball
rolled out of the quarterback's hands only to be
picked up by Larry.
He rushed towards the Bulldogs' end-zone, only to be
brought down by
three tackles. Still, after the dog pile, he came up
grinning and
pumping his fists in the air. His moment was broken
though