Unwritten

"30 more seconds, can he make it!" The announcer yells out of the intercom. There's only thirty seconds of the game left and we just need to score one touchdown to win the last game of the season. The crowd is screaming as our quarterback runs 20 yards to the touchdown.
"GOAL!" Everyone is shouting and screaming, rushing onto the field to meet up and congratulate their friends or boyfriends. We finish off the game by shouting a "L-O-V-E We love we love our football team!" several times until it's over. After games we normally have a group chat but since we won and it was our last game, coach decided to just email us later and let us loose to those "fun" after parties which i never went to. A.) because i don't feel welcome and B.) I don't really like the kids at our school. They're all just bitched and are all trying to be the same. After four years of continually doing this, my family stopped going to the games which meant that i get to drive home and do whatever i want to because no one cared, as always. I congratulated some of the players on the way back to my car, even the opposing team because i always felt bad for them, they try just as hard and it feels the same when we lose.
"Bury all your secrets in my skin."
My Slipknot CD starts playing, what a great song for the perfect mood, that is for driving home alone in the dark. I wanted to go straight home, knowing my family Matt is probably going to be out partying and my mother has been out in Cabo for work, maybe going to the after party won't be too bad. I mean it's the last football after party ever, and my last year on the team so maybe i should go just for the memories. Fuck it, i'm going, but only for a short while. Just in case i drove past my house, and it was exactly how i predicted it would be. Empty.
You can almost hear the music from the house a block away. Apparently it was at Roger Garrison, one of the kickers on the team. There was seriously no parking nearby but i guess that meant less of a chance of it getting tagged by some of those bitches. I didn't mind the two block walk to the house it gave me some time to calm my nerves before i reached house. When i knocked there was no answer, guess they're all too busy being drunk and partying, so i let myself in and no one seemed to notice. I didn't really change out of my uniform but it was okay since i wasn't the only cheerleader in her uniform.
"Yooooo Liviaaaaa." I turned around and saw a drunk Johnny walking towards me with two cups, he handed me one of them.
"Johnny i'm driving i can't drink." He shoved in my hand anyway and dragged me off to the rest of the boys.
"It's just one cup, it'll wear off soon so you can drive home later."
"Johnny!" I groaned but then my brother wrapped his arm around me as well, he was so wasted and reeked of alcohol and weed.
"Gross Matt." I said trying to push him off of me, but instead he started toppling over so i had to catch him again.
"Liv, i need a favor?"
"What is it this time?" I just rolled my eyes at him, typical Matt.
"So i was going to be the DD but then i had one drink and that turned into two and yada yada, anyways can you drive us home later wards. We're all crashing tonight at ours." As expected, i normally was his DD for parties. I'd either drop him off and pick him up or just wait outside for a couple hours, i feel like my mother now. To be honest, i'd rather have to be his mom than have an accident because he was driving drunk.
"Sure Matt. Only because i don't want you to die driving."
"That's my girl!" He kissed my cheek and sat back down with his friends. I looked down at the cup Johnny gave me, i'm really not going to drink this but i don't want to put it anywhere.
"I can take that for you." Zack said as he finished up his drink and took mine.
"You sure? I mean i don't want you drunker than you already are."
"Pfft, I only have 2. I'm trying not to be as bad as Matt, and from the looks of it i'm guessing your driving and i don't really feel like dying." He chugged my drink down and i punched him in the arm.
"I'm pretty sure i'd be a way better driver drunk than you guys would be sober."
"Ha ha. Sure."
"But really, thanks for taking that drink for me. Can you do me another favor as well?"
"Anything for baby Sanders." I hated that nick name. Anyone associated with my brother would call me that. I guess you could say that's part of the reason i'm a cheerleader, to have something other than being Matt's sister, something that defines me.
"I kind of want to leave soon and Matt looks like he's about to pass out so i think it would be best."
"You're right. This party got kind of lame not even drinking made it fun. I'll gather the boys and meet you at the car okay?" He flashed me his little smile and i mimicked then started to walk out of the room. It was going all good until somebody grabbed my ass. Ugh, it was Joe Simmons and he was so hammered. I tried to politely leave but he grabbed my waist and spun me around so i was facing him. Shit, what do i do? I mean i've kissed people before but i don't know what to do in this situation i don't even like Joe. He leaned in a kissed me, i tried to pull away but then suddenly his kiss got harder and his hands started roaming my body. There was no escape, only one option left and i had to do it. My knee went straight up and shot him in the balls. As an impulse he bit my lip but it got me free and i bolted out of the house to my car. I could hear Zacky yelling for me, probably because he didn't know where my car was.
"Over here!" I shouted and walked towards him so i could help him carry Johnny and Jimmy. I shoved them all in the back and had Z sit up front that way if they vomit at least it's not on me. He just kept looking at me from the passenger seat. I really hope he didn't see what just happened in the house. Matt would be so pissed.

Notes

i used to be a cheerleader so don't make fun of my cheers please i know they're cheesy.