"Cherry, watch out!"

The said girl straightened up and looked around to see who was calling her. Before she could respond to whoever it was that yelled out her name, she felt her arm being yanked back.

"Wha--"

Cherry fell into someone just as something blurry whipped by her face. There was a loud SMACK! and Cherry turned her head to see what it was that flew through the air. To her surprise, it was a soccer ball...and it had smashed right into a girl's face. She gasped. Cherry couldn't help but think that would've been her if someone hadn't pulled her back. It looked like it really hurt. She needed to thank whoever it was that saved her from that.

"Are you alright?"

Cherry turned and saw Casper standing behind her and holding her arm. Almost as if it were instinctive, Cherry yanked her arm away in disgust and scowled at him. It was him. She felt sorry for the hippie boy. He would never get a girl.

"Don't touch me," she told him sternly.

The boy brushed some hair from his eyes and stared at her in disbelief.

"What do you mean 'Don't touch me'? I just saved you from getting smacked in the face by a soccer ball!"

Cherry stared back at him.

"That was you??"

"Why do you sound surprised? Do you think I would just let you get hit--You know, I really should have. Obviously you're not at all grateful to me for helping you out there!" Casper told her.

And how oh so right was he. Cherry was willing to thank the person who saved her and show gratitude...until she saw it was him. She never liked Casper. He was a lazy bum who googled over girls that were way out of his league all the time. She wasn't even sure why her boss even kept this dude employed. She would very much like him to jump off a cliff.

Without responding to him, Cherry turned to see if the girl who got hit by the ball instead was ok. The girl was enraged. Her face was red from the impact of the ball and from anger. She snatched the ball up from her lap and shoved her way past the people who were crowding around her. Cherry watched her march down the steps and slam the ball into one of the Canterlot Wondercolts.

"Tell Dash that a dear friend of hers would like to speak with her after the game!" the girl yelled at the boy.

The boy wheezed and nodded as he bent over and tried to recover from the blow to his chest. The girl looked a ways down the field and stood there for a little before turning around and making her way back to her seat. Cherry promptly moved out of the girl's way as she came to her seat and dropped into it. Her arms were crossed and a smirk was present on her face.

"You ok, Gilda?" a boy with black and red hair asked.

"Yeah, of course I am, Black Racer. Of course I am..." Gilda replied.

Cherry said nothing about what she just saw. She wasn't quite sure what happened but whatever it was, she wasn't apart of it. She grabbed her box that had fallen when Casper grabbed her and made her way to the pizza stand. She ignored Casper's continuous complaining as she made her way to where Riff was. The older guy waved and combed his fingers through his green Mohawk.

"Yo, did you guys see that?"

"Yeah. I almost got hit by that ball," Cherry replied grumpily.

"In the face," Casper added.

Cherry slapped him on the back of his head and tossed her box onto the table.

"Lets switch jobs. You, Riff, can be a 'peanut boy' and I'll be the person at the stand."

Riff threw his hands up.

"Hey, I don't know about that, Cherry. I don't want to be a moving target for the soccer team to slam balls at me. That chick nearly hit her mark with that shot, the target being your face from what I'm hearing. I'm perfectly fine right here."

Cherry glared at him. She felt insulted that he even suggested that the ball was intended to hit her.

"Well, Mr. Raff. How about I propose a deal? You go out there and serve the people their food or you'll be in pain. Cause there aren't just soccer balls that could be slammed, if you know what I mean."

Riff paled and jumped off the seat he was sitting in.

"All yours, Ms. Blossom."

The girl smiled and placed herself on the chair. She refilled her box and handed it to him.

"Have a fun time! Enjoy the game."

Riff stiffly walked away with the box and Casper followed along feeling just as paranoid as he.

"Oh, and watch out for those balls!"

Riff and Casper shivered as they awkwardly tried to cover their crotches while walking.

"Man...she's so violent!" Riff complained. "What did I ever do to her?"

Casper sighed and shrugged.

"Women always want things to go their way. Just roll with it," he said half jokingly.

The older guy nodded as if the younger boy was speaking with wisdom.

"Yes. I will definitely let her have her way."

The two of them crossed their legs as they thought of the consequence if they didn't follow what she said...

***

Caesar glanced around and sat on one of the bleachers. He needed a break. This was a really long game. His legs couldn't hold him up any longer. He took off his cap and sighed. His back was killing him and sweat dribbled down his chin from having to run around to needy people who's stomachs raged for food. And now that he thought about food...

Caesar's stomach growled ferociously and he frowned. He had been running on fumes all that afternoon, now going on to being early evening. Because of this stupid game, he didn't get anything to eat. And he happened to have skipped lunch that day. The school was serving meatloaf. Who would want that?

Not caring about the absolute lecture he would receive from Cherry in the near future, he opened a bag of chips and chewed on a slice of pizza that had gone cold. All the sodas had been sold because people were thirsty all the time. So he had nothing to drink to wash down his linner. Yup. Linner. Lunch and dinner in one. By the time he would get home, he'd be too tired to eat.

Caesar had seen a girl walk down the bleachers and chuck the ball at one of the players. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Gilda was always mad about something. It wasn't as if the boy had kicked the ball at her. And besides, the girl who did kick the ball was kicked herself by one of the Pythons. Gilda overreacted way too much.

The boy continued to gnaw and nibble at his pizza and chomp on some chips as he watched the game. The Wondercolts were beginning to lose a bit of their game. He assumed that the rainbow-haired girl had been their best player. That was a bummer for their star player to be KO'd like that.

Caesar looked up at the scoreboard and tilted his head.

It was 24-25 Wondercolts. His school's rival team was able to score a goal on them but the Pythons had gotten two more points added to their score. If they got two more goals they would be winning...the time on the clock read five minutes. both teams would have to quicken their steps and take some risky shots if they wanted to have a chance at winning. This was a close game.

The boy stood up and stretched. He needed to get back to the others and start helping take down the pizza stand table and chairs. They needed to count the money and then get their butts back to Benito's. Caesar put his unfinished food in his box and started walking back.

"Hey! Can I buy something?" someone yelled.

He turned to see a blue haired boy with a black jacket that had red and white stripes on it. To Caesar, he looked like a rocker. The dude more than likely jammed out to some rock bands or played drums or guitar or something. He walked up to him and the boy paid for his snacks. Lazily, Caesar started walking back to the stand for the second time before hearing the guy yell," Hey! These chips have been eaten already!"

Quickly Caesar ducked into the crowd.

Oops.

Author's Note

My sense of humor is terrible. Sorry guys, if I made you cringe. XD