A.N: Ok, I'm on a HSM high right now, so I'm going mad with my ficcys. Yayyy!

Disclaimer: I only put these here coz I'm scared they'll take my story off, :( But you know I don't own it.



Being a Wildcat basically meant that you were predisposed to competition. You ask anyone in the school, hell anyone in Albuquerque "What team?!" they would nine times out of ten reply with "Wildcats!", that is, of course if they weren't a sinner who attended West High.

"Lets play a game" Kelsi suggested, needing a break from the hardcore composing.

"Sure" Ryan replied, also a bit tired.

"Ok, first one to count all the lockers in the school wins!" she yelled, already running out of the auditorium.

"Hey, what the hell?!" Ryan yelled running after her.

It was a strange game, but who was he to refuse a Wildcat challenge?


Woo! Reviews are love, just like my HSM3 Lip gloss I got from the cinema :D