Hella long title, but okay. 

Trigger Warning: There are gay slurs. But you're here for Solangelo so you're probably used to it

The day of our first game came quickly, and I was hyperventilating in the bathroom. I put my hair into pigtails, then braids, then my usual ponytail, and then took it all down again. I didn't really care about my hair that much, but what if I fuck up? Will would be so disappointed. The whole school would laugh. Not that I really care, I'm used to it. I have already earned the lovely nickname of fag from most of the kids at school. 

Just as I decided a ponytail would do fine, 3 guys on the football team came in. One was a buff guy who enjoys writing fag on my locker with his girlfriend Drew's lipstick. The two other guys were slim guys who I'd never actually seen away from the main dude. I think his name is Chad or something. Let's call him Chad.

"Hey fAg! Where's your little fAg boyfriend fAg?" he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and continued with my hair. Satisfied with it, I leaned down to get my bag, but one of Chads sidekicks shoved me. I flew forward and banged my face against the porcelain sink. Pain filled my head, and my nose and lip began to bleed.

"He asked you a question." the sidekick spat.

I looked up and glared at him. Before I could stop myself, I said, "Why? You want to bang him, you gay fucker?"

His eyes widened and his whole face turned red with anger. I grabbed my bag and crawled past the guys.

"GET BACK HERE!" he roared.

I don't think so. I stood up and took off running toward the locker room. Blood seeped between my fingers, coating the hand that was holding my nose and mouth. IN the entrance of the locker room I ran into someone and fell on my ass.

"The fu-Nico!" I heard Percy's voice cry.

Percy was standing over me with a concerned look on his face. He held out his hand to help me up.

"What happened?" he asked

"Nothing," I said.

"It certainly doesn't look like nothing." Percy huffed.

"Well once I get cleaned up I will be fine. Move before Will se-"

Too late. Will came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.

"NiCo! Oh mY gOsh aRe yOu oKaY????" he shrieked, rushing over to me.

"I'm fine Will. A little blood don't hurt." I replied.

"That is NOT the saying, a little blood do hurt. Oh my, lemme see, maybe I have some band aids in my locker..." he mumbled.

"Will, no. Band aids don't fix broken noses. Anyway, I'll just rinse off the blood, and I'll be good as new." I said to him,

I wiggled out of his grip and quickly rinsed off my bloody face and hand. In the locker room bathroom mirror I saw Will leaning against the doorframe. I turned around, and he gave me a faint smile.

"Sorry for freaking out. I get worried." he said.

I smiled back at him. "Will, it's fine. I understand."

He grinned at me. "It's your first game! Aren't you excited!" he said.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's more for the football team. So, meh." I replied.

"Well, our football team sucks, so." WIll snickered.

"True, true." I agreed.
He motioned his head towards the exit. "Ready? Let's go stretch." he said.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room with Will. The sun shone bright in my eyes, and I squinted towards the crowd. The stands were packed with students in gold and blue, with a small section of black and yellow of the other school. Looking around the fields I accidently made eye contact with CHad. His lip curled and he stormed over to me.

"Uh-oh," I whispered.
"Uh, Nico, why is Dylan coming towards us?"
Ah Dylan. That's his name.

"Hey fAg? Done fucking your fAg boyfriend fAg?" he guffed.

His idiot friends all began laughing. Wills fist curled, and I smiled prettily.

"Ya, it was great. Thanks for asking. Toodles." I said sweetly.

I grabbed Will's wrist and rushed off to the cheerleader section before Dylan could react. So we had plenty of time.
"Whoa that was smooth," he said.
"That's me." I smirked.

Will turned to the rest of the team and let out a shrill whistle.

"Gods Will! What?" Kayla yelled, cupping her ears with her hands.

Will ignored her and pointed to the field.

"Come on guys. It's time." he said.

We stepped on the middle of the field, and I stared up to the bleachers. Their eyes were glued on us, and I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. I looked over to the rest of the team. Lou Ellen, Kayla, and Lacy waved to the crowd, pumping them up. Austin and the Stolls did backflips and other cool tricks. I bit my lip, and glanced up to Will. He looked down at me and nudged my shoulder.

"We got this." He said,

Will clapped his hands and walked across the field to his spot. We got in formation, and waited for our cue. Kayla, the lead girl of most of our routines, gave the crowd a huge grin clapped her hands twice, and we began.

Hey you fans (ready position, daggers, straight out punch in front of chest)

Do you have Olympian spirit? (right K into left corner)

If you do, get out of your seats and share it! (rotate corner to the right, crouch down low, jump up and spread eagle)

Strut to the left, strut to the right (shuffle to the left side, shuffle to the right side)

Strut in a circle, put up your dukes and fight (turn in a circle and then crouch in a fighting stance with fists lifted)

Do you have the spirit? (left K into right corner)

Get out of your seats and share it! (motion fans up and end with jumps and tumbling section)

The crowd roared, and we yelled things like "Let's go Gods," and loud whoops. We ran off the field so the game could begin.

"Okay. All the girls and Nico, get lined up. You guys know what to do." Will directed.

And we did. Every time they scored we did a little routine, and when the crowd started to seem depressed that we suck so much, we all chimed in for our defense cheer. Which is just waving our pom poms and yelling defense. When halftime came, we got back out on the field for our halftime cheer.

Ten yards, twenty yards, thirty yards

Go! (Jason, Percy, Austin backflip)

Forty yards, fifty yards, sixty yards

Go! (Piper and Annabeth frontflip)

Our Gods can run (All right k)

Our Gods can punt (All left k)

Our Gods will cheer (pom poms on hips, guys arms in the air)

As we do this stunt

(We did a pyramid here with Kayla on the top)

Go, Gods, go!

Go, Gods, go go go! (Kayla flips off, and the Stolls who were not in the pyramid caught her)

The crowd went wild, stomping their feet and yelling "GO GODS GO!"

Even though I wasn't one of the main cheerleaders, I felt the adrenaline pulsing through me. The accomplished feeling of, "Holy shit. I made them this pumped."

The rest of the game we cheered with so much energy, and even though we lost 50-20 we all left with huge smiles on our faces.

"Need a ride home?" Will asked me as we grabbed our bags from the locker room.

"I mean, sure," I replied, "let me tell Hazel and Frank."

I quickly texted Hazel to go on without me, and then Will and I went out to his car. He started the engine then looked at me.
"Home right away?" he asked.

I smiled slyly. "What's the other option?"

Let's just say I picked the other option.

1,331 words. Hope you guys liked it :)

~Lilly