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territory.”
“Yeah, dude. Ever worried if one of the linebackers you smacked into was gonna get black and blue?” Terrell asked from the cheap seats.
“It’s a good point,” Rincon said. “It doesn’t totally apply, since Annisa is on your team and safety comes first. But if you’re worried about hurting her when you catch her, don’t. You are catching her on the most padded part of the body.”
“Especially on her,” Sage said.
Phoebe whacked her leg as I turned a nice shade of royal purple. Okay, so maybe I could still blush in embarrassment.
“You two just need to lose the fear,” Rincon said, determined. “Daniel, you’re not going to hurt her. Annisa, you are not going to fall. Just visualize yourself doing it, and you’ll do it.”
Yeah. Because I had magical powers. Just like the chicks on Charmed . In my spare time I also enjoyed morphing into other people, orbing to foreign lands and blowing things up with my hands.
Visualize, I thought. Visualize . . .
“We can do this, Daniel,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “Pretend it’s not me. Pretend this is just a football drill or something. Coach won’t let you play this weekend unless you catch the girl.”
Daniel smirked. “Got it.”
“Okay, get set,” Rincon said.
I turned around. I placed my hands on Daniel’s wrists.
We can do it. We can do it. We can do it.
I stared straight ahead. I was not coming down this time. I was not.
“Okay.” Daniel’s voice had taken on a new, fearless tone. “One, two!”
I flew up into the air. I felt Daniel’s hand under my bottom, but this time, he held on. Holy acrobatics, he held on! I threw my arms into the high V. Daniel’s other hand suddenly found my lower ankle and steadied me.
“Yes!” I shouted.
Phoebe, Jaimee, Steven, Sage, Terrell and Joe all whooped and hollered. The rest of the squad stopped what they were doing and I heard a couple of gasps of surprise when they saw me up there. Below me, Daniel was solid as a rock, and I was so high in the air, I was eye level with the upper bleachers.
“Nice work!” Rincon said, clapping his hands. Coach Holmes jogged over and looked up at me, beaming with pride.
“Nice work, you two!” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied giddily.
We had done it. We were on our way. Partner-stunting championships, here we come!
“Okay, time to cradle out,” Rincon said.
My heart slammed into my ribs. Oh, crap. Cradle out? From here ? How? How the heck were we supposed to do that?
I looked down uncertainly and felt Daniel’s arm waver. My butt tilted. I started to slide. Then everything happened in fast forward. I shouted in surprise, Daniel’s arm collapsed, I slid down his front, he caught my waist, I stepped on his foot, he doubled over, and we both went down in a tangle of limbs, taking Joe with us.
Ow. That kind of hurt.
Slowly, I rolled over, removing Daniel’s hand from my face. Wincing, I looked up at my coaches. They both had semi-blank expressions on as they stared down at the human pretzel.
“Yeah. We’re gonna need a little more work then,” Coach Holmes said.
Rincon nodded. “Yeah. Looks like.”
Oops.
6
Okay, what do I need? What do I need . . . ?
I stood at my locker before first period, staring into its light blue depths at the stack of books in the top portion, completely blanking on my morning classes. I had woken up in a fog that morning. After a late night standing in front of my full-length mirror practicing cheers and visualizing stunts, my sleep had been peppered with freaky nightmares with absolutely no foundation in anything (something to do with a duck-headed dog chasing me through a swamp into my grandmother’s house, where all my teachers
“Yeah, dude. Ever worried if one of the linebackers you smacked into was gonna get black and blue?” Terrell asked from the cheap seats.
“It’s a good point,” Rincon said. “It doesn’t totally apply, since Annisa is on your team and safety comes first. But if you’re worried about hurting her when you catch her, don’t. You are catching her on the most padded part of the body.”
“Especially on her,” Sage said.
Phoebe whacked her leg as I turned a nice shade of royal purple. Okay, so maybe I could still blush in embarrassment.
“You two just need to lose the fear,” Rincon said, determined. “Daniel, you’re not going to hurt her. Annisa, you are not going to fall. Just visualize yourself doing it, and you’ll do it.”
Yeah. Because I had magical powers. Just like the chicks on Charmed . In my spare time I also enjoyed morphing into other people, orbing to foreign lands and blowing things up with my hands.
Visualize, I thought. Visualize . . .
“We can do this, Daniel,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “Pretend it’s not me. Pretend this is just a football drill or something. Coach won’t let you play this weekend unless you catch the girl.”
Daniel smirked. “Got it.”
“Okay, get set,” Rincon said.
I turned around. I placed my hands on Daniel’s wrists.
We can do it. We can do it. We can do it.
I stared straight ahead. I was not coming down this time. I was not.
“Okay.” Daniel’s voice had taken on a new, fearless tone. “One, two!”
I flew up into the air. I felt Daniel’s hand under my bottom, but this time, he held on. Holy acrobatics, he held on! I threw my arms into the high V. Daniel’s other hand suddenly found my lower ankle and steadied me.
“Yes!” I shouted.
Phoebe, Jaimee, Steven, Sage, Terrell and Joe all whooped and hollered. The rest of the squad stopped what they were doing and I heard a couple of gasps of surprise when they saw me up there. Below me, Daniel was solid as a rock, and I was so high in the air, I was eye level with the upper bleachers.
“Nice work!” Rincon said, clapping his hands. Coach Holmes jogged over and looked up at me, beaming with pride.
“Nice work, you two!” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied giddily.
We had done it. We were on our way. Partner-stunting championships, here we come!
“Okay, time to cradle out,” Rincon said.
My heart slammed into my ribs. Oh, crap. Cradle out? From here ? How? How the heck were we supposed to do that?
I looked down uncertainly and felt Daniel’s arm waver. My butt tilted. I started to slide. Then everything happened in fast forward. I shouted in surprise, Daniel’s arm collapsed, I slid down his front, he caught my waist, I stepped on his foot, he doubled over, and we both went down in a tangle of limbs, taking Joe with us.
Ow. That kind of hurt.
Slowly, I rolled over, removing Daniel’s hand from my face. Wincing, I looked up at my coaches. They both had semi-blank expressions on as they stared down at the human pretzel.
“Yeah. We’re gonna need a little more work then,” Coach Holmes said.
Rincon nodded. “Yeah. Looks like.”
Oops.
6
Okay, what do I need? What do I need . . . ?
I stood at my locker before first period, staring into its light blue depths at the stack of books in the top portion, completely blanking on my morning classes. I had woken up in a fog that morning. After a late night standing in front of my full-length mirror practicing cheers and visualizing stunts, my sleep had been peppered with freaky nightmares with absolutely no foundation in anything (something to do with a duck-headed dog chasing me through a swamp into my grandmother’s house, where all my teachers
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