Two weeks had passed since that day where Stan had taken her to meet with Coach Cox (anyone making fun of the man’s last name was met with punishment of seventy-five push-ups and five laps around the field…all within five minutes else it was bumped to ten laps) in that time Amanda had done some serious training with the team.

Some were very much impressed that a girl could keep up with them, others felt confused if they had the right to tackle her (Amanda always daring them to do so), Stan (who she later explained that she did in fact know who Peyton was and was simply messing with the poor guy) and wide receiver Anthony always giving her a high-five after an awesome play and when Coach called it a day,

During that time Jack had gotten a little closer with Amanda, going on a few dates here and there, and so happy for the progress Amanda was making as an athlete especially considering he himself was one. Ironically though his sport season wouldn’t start for some time thus for the time being placed him into the role of “cheerleader” to Amanda. The two had shared a laugh at the realization.

However despite how well the two of them clicked with one another nothing as of yet was official. One day at a time she figured.

In any case at the moment Amanda found herself in the shower of the girl’s changing room. Another day of training had gone by and the young woman was busy washing away the sweat from her athletic form. She was still insanely hot as Stan had put it though he still respected her (and Jack) enough not to put the moves on her, and while the big goof did miss her bigger breasts Amanda upon further thought felt her C cups were better suited for someone in her position. Plus it would save the team on some of its budget as far as attire went and like Stan said she still had all her other curves so it wasn’t a total loss.

After she finished showering Amanda went over to collect her things. She was alone for the moment, the cheerleading squad still out in the gym floor practicing their routines, so she was able to pull out the little gem of a gun that had made everything possible. She always carried it with her, amazingly she hadn’t used it since that first day and no one in her family knew it even existed due to her being very careful and secretive with it. She gave it a small quick kiss before placing the gun back into her bag.

Now changed into her standard attire, a loose yet still somewhat tight t-shirt along with denim short shorts and pair of shoes, Amanda walked out of the room scanning over the gym. Yup the cheerleaders were still doing their thing, surprisingly Melissa was messing. She was the head of the pack and even now still persisted on being a total bitch to Amanda labeling her a freak, the bitch who thought she was a man, and worse the team whore.

Amanda really hated her but she was this close to potentially making the team and wasn’t about to throw away that chance by firing back at Mel.

With a shrug she decided to head home Stan and Anthony passing by her a few steps later wishing her well as they always did. Amanda was quite happy to have the respect of the two guys along with many of the others after the past two weeks.

“Hey 'Manda!”

Then there was this guy…Steve Smith a potential hopeful for QB starter especially after spending the last year as the backup. Now that the actual starter had left for college Smith was completely confident that the position was his. Of course this was before Amanda had made her presence known to all on the field. Steve was livid that she was getting all this attention and how her throwing arm was far and away superior to his (Amanda having worked on better managing her super-strength in private) not to mention that she was GIRL.

In his mind girls wore dresses, were in the cheerleading squad, and making him sandwiches. Amanda found him to be a total asshole and in ways would be perfect for someone like the queen bitch Melissa.

Regardless she turned over to stare at the approaching 6’5” 245 pound meathead.

“Listen girly I don’t know what the hell coach is thinking by even considering you to be our quarterback. This school needs someone like me, a badass, a MAN that can make clutch plays, and even run down the field if I have to. Not some growth-spurt born freaky muscle chick who thinks she’s all bad because she can take a hit from that dumbass Koslowski and make a few choice throws.”

While Smith mouthed off Amanda simply stood there listening.

“You see that (pointing at the cheerleaders), that’s where you belong not with us. No one’s going to take us seriously with you at the helm and that is a fact.” He stated dangerous close to her face.

“You done, Steve?”

“No I’m not done but you will be if you start and get nailed by a defender.”

Now his arrogance was starting to annoy her.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah!” he yelled out almost showering her with spit.

Amanda however simply placed aside her bag before dropping her helmet on the cold floor below. The sound of it making impact with the ground was loud enough to alert the cheerleading squad, well that and Steve had made a lot of noise with his incisive ranting.

“Then why don’t you do something about it big boy. Right now...”

Steve was practically fuming after being called out dropping his own helmet he made a move to strike Amanda…that is until Stan and Anthony surprisingly returned to cool down the situation!

The boys did their best to separate the two of them, or rather keep Steve away from Amanda. A little while later Coach Cox appeared on scene ordering Smith to cool down and meet him in the office. The man could tell from body language alone that Steve was more to blame then Amanda.

Smith as expected was still furious even though he did do as told but not before mouthing off one last time at Amanda. The guy was a real class act.

With the incident resolved Amanda’s football buds saw themselves off yet again and coach explaining that he’d speak with Steve but urged Amanda not to start anything in his gym. She nodded understanding completely.

Picking up her bag and helmet she once again began to make her way home.