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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Throughout the game Britney thought he heart was going to explode out of her chest. She felt like she had just chugged four Red Bulls and then washed that down with a vent frappuccino from Starbucks. She followed the ball wherever it went from the sidelines, walking back and forth from side to side of the field as the game went on and on, seeming like it was never going to end until they hit the final two minutes. This was when everything happened in a football game, when you would either lose or win and by the looks of it, they were going to win. "<b>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.</b>" She repeated to herself softly as she kept her eyes on the ball as if maybe she could spot some flaw, some rule that one of the players on their team broke when they threw it or some shit like that. Not only did this not make any sense whatsoever, but Britney knew next to nothing about football, all she knew is that if she looked pretty, screamed her loudest, and hit her steps then she wouldn't get kicked off the cheerleading squad. <br/>
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Before she knew it, the final bell was rung and the score was not in the cheerleader's favor. "<b>NO!</b>" She shouted probably a bit more loudly than she should have, but she didn't give a shit. Because they won she was going to have to have sex with three guys, that part wasn't so bad, but the fact that stupid Masako put laxatives in their drinks was a huge issue for Britney. "<b>Where is she? I'm going to suffocate that bitch with her own tits.</b>" She questioned Sonnie as she ran up to her, obviously referring to Masako. "<b>What was she thinking? Is she fucking nuts?</b>"<br/>
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