Something wasn't quite right.  Helen wasn't good at math or science, but she was a gymnast.  There were thousands of hours of hard work and watching others perform inside of her head.  The way he was moving was cool.  James had seriously good coordination and for all he was built like a giant, he know how to move and work his body.  Tremendous upper body strength, way more than her even talking relative sizes.  But boys were always like that.  It was genetics or something.  Or maybe hormones?  Should have paid more attention in biology.  But there was no way he should have made that one stunt.  Just, it didn't work.  Her mind's eye drew the path and he didn't follow it.  And that was just...<br/><br/>Impossible.<br/><br/>No way, no way was he that strong!  What was going on?<br/><br/>In her subconscious, dark tendrils stirred in recognition.<br/><br/>Helen frowned, then frowned more when she saw Jennifer intercept James like a Boy Homing Missile.  She couldn't quite hear what they said, but there was a lot of flirting there, even if James might not know it.  Jennifer was standing not quite facing him, and her shoulders were pulled back, pulling her small gymnasts breasts up and out, making them look as large as possible which admittedly was not much.  None of the gymnasts had boobs to impress.  But she was trying.  She also smiled at everything he said, stupid like, and didn't once look away from him.  Jennifer also swiveled at the hips, just a tiny bit, but kept herself moving and making his eyes follow the motion.  Flirting.<br/><br/>Bitch.<br/><br/>"She's so crushing," Madelyn said.  When Helen didn't answer, she turned to look at her friend.  "Do you see what she's doing?"<br/><br/>"Yeah.  Do you think he knows?" she asked.<br/><br/>Madelyn laughed.  "No.  He's a boy.  She'd have to like, draw him a picture."<br/><br/>"She better not start ditching practice to hang out with him.  Coach will kill her."<br/><br/>"Right now, I don't think she cares.  She wanted his shirt. She's so into him," Madelyn said.<br/><br/>When James came over, both girls fell silent.  They watched him together and when James invited her out, they exchanged quick, concerned looks.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for laughing at you.  That's not nice," Helen said.  "I just thought we were having fun, you know.  Like, chilling.  Sorry."  She hesitated, then looked towards where Jennifer was watching James talk to Helen.  Birds didn't dare fly in the line between her eyes; they'd be cooked like chicken at KFC from all the mad shooting her way.  "I don't know," Helen said.<br/><br/>"She'd love to," Madi interrupted and smiled sweetly when Helen turned to look at her in equal parts surprise and anger.  "Why don't you give me your cell and I'll give it to Helen later.  She left her phone at home," she lied, sparing her friend the embarrassment of being a teen without a phone.  Once she was sure she had it, she looked over at Helen, mouthed a 'what?' to her unspoken question and pushed her in the ribs.<br/><br/>"Yeah.  That would be okay," Helen said.  "I'll call you later.  Maybe you can show me how you made that vault?"<br/><br/>"Cool," Madi added.  "Hey, James, see you, huh?  I need to talk to Helen real quick.  Girl stuff."  She smiled and waited until he was gone.<br/><br/>"Madi, why did you do that!" Helen hissed once James was away.  "Jennifer's going to go completely cray cray about this."<br/><br/>"Good.  Let her," she answered.  "She pissed me off and it's not good for the team making each other cry.  Let her feel it for once."  Secretly, Madelyn just liked to stir up drama.  She reveled in it in fact, and now she had three new Drama Dolls to play around with, to manipulate for her own fun.  Wait till she hit Facebook!  "Hey, I need to go.  Jennifer's mom is going to pick us up at the park over there.  You okay?"<br/><br/>"Yeah.  Thanks, Madi."  Helen hopped off the wall and the two girls shared a strong hug.  "I wish you hadn't done that."<br/><br/>"I know," she said and laughed, then went off to gather up the still seething Jennifer.<br/>