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they tell me everything they’ve done and with whom. They
said it always sucks the first time a boy does it because he finishes too fast.
They tell me not to let Tate talk me into anything too soon, they all wish they
waited longer and for someone who really liked them not someone who just wanted
to get into their pants.

 
    Wendy and I head back to our room just after midnight and get into bed
without even washing the makeup off our faces.   Wendy tells me that she’s glad I’m on the team
and she hopes we’ll become good friends. She’s kind and fun and I think we will
be friends, maybe not best friends but I like her a lot. When we enter our room
I notice the light blinking on our phone when I go to set the alarm. I smile to
myself knowing there must be a message from Tate waiting for me. I lift the
receiver and follow the directions to get the message and the song “I Miss You”
plays in my ears. Then I hear Tate say, “I’m going to miss sleeping with you on
the phone tonight and I can’t wait to have you in my arms all night tomorrow.
See you at the game in the morning, baby. Later, I gotta slide.”

 
    “Later, I gotta slide?” What the hell is that some new cool sign off he’s
now saying? What, he hangs out for half an hour with Danny and now he’s all
cool? Gotta slide! Please!

 
    In the morning Wendy and I do each other’s hair in cute pigtails, this is
Tate’s favorite hairstyle of mine when I’m cheering, and we wrap blue and red
ribbons in them. I spot Tate with the team the minute I enter the lobby. When I
walk into a room where he is, I feel his presence before I see him. It’s like
this strong electric pull, unexplainable. When I see him my stomach does a flip
flop and I can’t hide the smile that spreads across my face.

 
      I don’t know if I should go over
to him or not. I’m worried that he won’t want me to bother him when he’s with
his teammates. All my worries fade when he sees me and waves me over. I
approach him apprehensively but when I get to his side he wraps his arms around
me, pulling me closer to him, and kisses me, covering my mouth with his. Within
seconds his tongue is in my mouth and even though I am mortified by this public
display of affection I kiss him right back. I’m mortified but at the same time
I love that everyone is watching him kiss me. It makes me feel like his, like
he’s claiming me for everyone to see. All the boys hoot and holler and when we break
away Tate says, “For good luck” as he licks his lips then he whispers in my ear
for only me to hear, “I love these pigtails. They drive me wild and I can’t
wait to do more tonight.” More, what does he mean more? How much more? More
than what, more than kissing like we just did?

 
    The game starts out pretty bad. We are losing, the first quarter ends
with a score of twenty nothing and Tate hasn’t played yet. When the third
quarter starts I notice that Tate is finally going in. I am so nervous for him
I don’t think I can watch, I’m shaking like a leaf in the wind. Tate scores two
touchdowns but the kicker misses one of the extra points so we are only down by
five going into the last quarter. We score another two touchdowns but so does
the other team neither making the extra points. There are only seconds left in
the game when Tate gets the ball and runs down the field making a sixty yard
touchdown to win the game as the clock runs out. The crowd goes wild, the
announcers are saying something about his amazing touchdown but I am unable to
listen, I am running on the field with everyone else.

 
    When I get near Tate the team is jumping on him and lifting him up onto
their shoulders, not like they should be, they should have asked us
cheerleaders how to do it the right way first. He spots me and when they put
him down he comes to me and picks me up twirling me around. When my feet
finally touch the ground he pulls me close and kisses me. He is sweaty, dirty
and smelly but I