"We are the Falcons; Red, black, and white. The Falcons are back, we're here to win; we'll F-I-G-H-T Fight" The cheerleading squad chanted. Emily shook her pom-pom's as she watched Jesse run down the court, dribbling the basketball. He shot the ball into the hoop, making the final game point. The clock buzzed and the gym erupted in applause and whistles.
The band began to play as the basketball team jumped and shouted in victory. The team picked up Jesse, putting him on two players' shoulders, and carried him out of the gym, the crowd following them.
"Hey are you okay?" Avery Davis, Emily's bestfriend rubbed her back. She knew her bestfriend all too well, and knew when something was wrong.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied.
"Is it about Jesse?"
Emily nodded her head. Avery pulled her into a hug. "I know you hate me telling you this, but you are better off without him. He's a jerk."
"I can't be without him though. I just can't."
"I have some news that will cheer you up. My Cousin lives in Vegas. My aunt and uncle are going away for two weeks on Saturday for a couples retreat. I think you should go down there with me."
"Oh come on. Please. "She pouted her lip and batted her eyes.
"Fine, I'll talk to my dad about it."
She squeeled. "Yay. And if he says no, I bet I know a way to make him say yes." Emily laughed and threw her pom-pom at her.
"That is so gross."
"It is not. Trust me, if my dad looked anything like Jensen Ackles, you would screw him."
They both laughed as they hooked arms and skipped out of the gym.
. . .
"Dad?" Emily called out.
"I'm in my office."
She made her way to her dad's office. Felix Hastings was staring at his laptop, typing up what Emily knew was his next suspense novel. He stopped when she entered the room and looked up from the screen. "Hey kiddo, how was tonight?"
"Great. We won. But that's not what I want to talk to you about right now."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" He took off his glasses.
"Well Avery has a cousin that lives out in Vegas and she wanted me to go out there with her for spring break. Can I go?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?" She whined. "Daddy, please. It's spring break. Please, I am begging you."
"If I let you go, will you promise that you'll behave?"
"And you have to come to din—"
She ran into his arms, knocking the wind out of him. "Thank you dad. I love you so much!"
She rushed out of the office, dialing Avery's number.