I kept glancing at her then the banner. I couldn't decide if I should hold it up yet or just wait. And should I even hold it up? I don't feel or see much of that kind of vibe here. Great, now I was overthinking everything and couldn't stop. 

“Are you going to raise the banner?” I heard a voice say. 

I looked in the direction of the voice to see Diara looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Uh..yeah, yeah.” I said reaching for it, accidentally knocking it down on the ground. 

Who knows what else could have been on the ground more than dirty bottoms of shoes. Bugs, spilled soda, maybe even rats. I shivered at the thoughts and took a deep breath before picking up the banner off the ground. I realized how long it was and hard to hold on my own. I guess Diara saw me struggling and got up to help me hold up the banner. Caleb joined in and Peta tried to help but was too short. I also touched a spot that so happened to be sticky before finding a non sticky place to grab.

Many heads turned our way and eyes looked our way, but I ignored the stares. I looked ahead where the wrestlers were, to see Bee's eyes moving over to us. They landed on the poster and she smiled crookedly before giving me a thumbs up. I gave her a thumbs up back, almost dropping my side of the banner in the process. 

Bee and her rival wore what looked like a brace almost around their heads. I wasn't wrestling savvy or anything savvy really. All I knew was that it looked really uncomfortable. The girl and her both wore tight suits, that looked like a matching tank top and shorts seed together. Bee had our school colors while the girl wore blue and yellow. It was very easy for me to tell them apart. 

They walked around the circle in the center of the room like crabs, or how I've seen crabs walk in TV shows and movies. Then the girl went for Bee's head. Her arms grasped the air though, missing by some inches. Bee moved for her waist immediately but missed as well. The girl went again for the head and brought Bee down. I winced at the noise like many others, when their bodies hit the ground. 

I still waved the banner with my friends while Peta made a mess, getting ketchup and mustard on his shirt. Instead of helping with rooting for Bee at all. Not to mention he kept stealing sips from my drink, like I wouldn't notice or didn't see him do it. More so I couldn't do anything about it really since I was holding the banner up. 

They rolled on the ground, Bee's skin started to get pink. It was like the girl was giving Bee a tight bear hug while they rolled on the ground. I frowned, glancing around to see if anyone was going to start a cheer. I was wondering if people did that at wrestling. I wasn't very sure about wrestling or any sports really. And the judges that sat a little ways behind them made this match feel more serious. So I hoped with all my heart that Bee would win. 

After a while of rolling around and struggling in girl’s grip Bee started to fall down against the ground. I knew that was bad, Bee couldn't lay down on the ground or she lost. But eventually Bee escaped from the girl's grip and took control, reversing their roles. I cheered when Bee finally took the girl down. And surprisingly I wasn't the only one who cheered, besides the ones who came to the match with me of course. 

Peta started to call out names of certain moves Bee or the girl would do. I wouldn't remember them even if I tried, it’s a shame how he knew more than me. He's never even been to a match or watched one before. And I don't think he has been in one either, otherwise he'd be a pancake. 

Paying attention to this match I found out their was like three rounds, I guess? I probably needed to do some research if I was gonna go to another match of hers. Being clueless about everything was a bit annoying and frustrating. But it was still fun to cheer when I knew when to and fill a boost of energy. Caleb and Diara was eventually pumped up, which I was very thankful about or I would feel terrible about them being here. 

Our cheering must have helped the first round, or at least what I would like to think. And around the second round I would have thought it would do the same but the girl had won. I was biting my lip since I couldn't bite on my fingernails, was a bad habit I did even if I wasn't nervous. The third round was tough, both of them were practically living tomatoes. Caleb was making jokes about asserting dominance, which almost made us all drop the banner and laugh way too loud. Or at least for me. Sadly the round came to an end with the girl winning. 

We slowly put the banner down and I put it on the side of me after folding it. The rest of the other matches I tried watching. They didn't pique my interest as much but I still wanted to get an idea of wrestling. It failed but at least I tried, and I could say the same for Bee. At least she tried her best. And there was always next time? 

Once the match was over I called my dad. The plan was that we were all going to my house, or to say my parent's house since I didn't pay bills. Almost always I was reminded about that. But we were going to finally have dinner all together, great timing since it would celebrate Bee winning. 

Now she might have not won against her rival on the other team but I think her team did win. Her coach seemed pretty happy at the end of it all and so did Bee, a little bit. I think losing her match against the girl was the cause of some sadness that radiated from her. I decided I would talk about it later instead of around my friends. 

When dad came to pick us up Caleb immediately took the passenger seat. The rest of us had to squeeze into the back, since there wasn’t enough room for four people, only three. But we made do since Been, Peta, and myself were pretty small in weight and height. 

“Sorry if it's a bit tight back there!” dad says as he started the car and immediately drove off from the building, when we all had put seatbelts on. 

I could tell Caleb was about to burst out laughing but held it in. He knew my dad would probably kick him out of the car if he found out he took what he said in a dirty way. I shook my head with a smile as Diara did the same. Bee caught on and her cheeks went pink. I still get flustered sometimes but not as much since I’m pretty used to it. Hard not to be in these days. 

“So urm, good job Bex.” Caleb says to change the subject, pausing a bit to contain his laughter.

“Oh, thanks!” she said with a small tight smile, it was hard to tell she even made a smile. It left as soon as it came. 

“Really though, I would have given up on the first round. And would have still been laying on the ground the other rounds.” Diara says rolling her eyes and we laugh, except Peta who shakes his head. 

“You need to get more muscles theeen.” Peta says poking her arms and she gives him a playful glare before tickling him. 

“He's right, you'd probably still be laying on the ground after you lose.” Caleb says laughing. “Ow!” he groans rubbing the arm Diara punched as she smirks.

“Take it boy, you asked for it. I hope my honey isn't too tough on you.” dad teases Caleb and Diara nods in agreement, making him pout as he sinks a bit in his seat.

“I got muscles.” Caleb mutters.

“Sure ya doooo, I bet Bex has more muscles than you do!” Peta replies making Diara and I laugh.

“I'm sure you all would do fine in wrestling.” Bee spoke up rolling her eyes with a genuine smile this time. “You guys just have to practice and I need more practicing.” 

“You did great though.” I say making her look at me with her signature smile.

“And I can do better.” she replies.

“I'm sure you can, why don't we start going to the gym together. After school, like on Fridays and so on if possible.” I say suddenly and instantly wishing I could just swallow it down, deep below. 

There is silence for a while. I'm too busy looking at the window, the ground, my shoes, just anything but anyone around me. Especially Bee, anything but Bee. I want the music to be on, but we were so busy talking to each other that dad probably decided not to turn it on. I wish I had the power to turn on the car radio from where I was sitting, without moving. But of course reality likes to crush my dreams for escapes from awkward situations, most situations.

“Sure.” breaks the silence and I look over to Bee. She's smiling at me, that crooked smile of hers.

All the anxiety in me at that moment vanished. Instead it was replaced with joy then I was dumbfounded. Lately I felt stupid, very stupid. I don't like the gym, I sweat easily, the gym costs money, I don't have money to spend, and why me? So many thoughts rushed through my mind of all the issues with the suggestion I just made. Anxiety came back, barely was gone for even a second.  

Caleb eventually turned on the radio, which he could have done earlier. Would have saved me a lot of stress. I was a bit surprised dad even let him. But the music helped distract me and I started to relax. We all started chatting things up again, so dad turned down the music. He would pop into conversations here and there, throwing out some parent or old man wisdom. 

“So are you going to give me the banner?” Bee asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh um...I dropped it on the ground.” I said moving my hands around trying to figure out where I put it.

“It's okay.” she replied with a smile.

“Uh its sticky in one part that I know of, it could be sticky in more places. But I think I could wash it or something.” I say still feeling around to find it as panic rises in me. 

“That's fine.” she says laughing a bit then glanced down at my hands. “What are you doing?” she asks as I finally find it on the ground, some footprints on it.

“Ugh...nothing.” I muttered as I tried to wipe the footprints off.

“Can I have it now?” she asks glancing at me and clears her throat, I'm sure to contain a laugh. “Or are you going to make up more excuses on why you shouldn't give it to me?”

“Um…” I say trying to think of a real reply but end up sighing in defeat. 

I hand her the poster and her face lights up. “Can't wait to hang this up on my wall.” she says laying it on her lap and pats it. 

“Don't you dare.” I reply glaring but she only laughs making me sigh, but smile nonetheless.