One of the few things you hate about being a manager for the football team is that you also have to go on the away-game trips, which means you're stuck on a bus with nearly forty hormonal, teenage boys at three in the morning. At least you get a free P.E. credit from all of this.

As you were trying to peacefully listen to music, and maybe get some shut-eye, someone yanked on your hair from behind which caused you to hit your head on the uncomfortable bus seat. You turned around to see it was none other than Chad Burns, the star quarterback of the Falcon Ridge football team and major douche.

"Mikey," Chad snorted quietly as he talked to his friend. "did you see the look on their face? I'm going to do it again."