Practicing that School Spirit! (Open: all)

[Harmony Grant]

The field was empty as the track team had just finished there practice leaving it open for others. Others like Harmony Grant who was a cheerleader at East High. She walked onto the field with a smile on her face. She wanted to practice a few cheer routines and see if she could get some of them down. She didn't want to be sloppy and drop one of her team members. It wasn't a good idea to be a cheer leader and be clumsy.

She got to the spot she wanted and stretched her arms up to the sky. The blonde then stretched down to the ground, touching her toes. She then sat down on the ground and started to do some more leg stretches. She hummed a tune in her head as she did this. Harm had forgotten her ipod but had brought a boom box for if she wanted to go through a routine to the beat.

[Oswald Hart]

Clouds uncharacteristically blanketed the Albuquerque sky and set everything in an eery white base. Oz's already pale skin seemed to glow from the rays of sun that were even brighter as they fought through the clouds. Luckily he had donned a plain red jacket so he was basically covered and wouldn't be seen as some translucent freak. Actually, the jacket wasn't all that plain, it did have a large number above his last name on the back and the wildcat logo on the front. It was his brother's from when he had been a football player years earlier and earlier that week he had left it at their mom's house when he'd visited. So, Oz had thrown it on at the last minute, figuring it would keep him warm and covered, besides which no football players would be there to see their precious letterman jacket being worn by a geek.

Coincidentally he wound up on the field, the grass worn and patchy from whatever work-out the team had been doing. Oz's guitar was upside down on his back, the strap pressing the jacket to his chest. He felt sort of bad for 'desecrating' the field with his musical nerdiness, but no one was around, so-wait...what was that music?

Oz stopped and lifted his gaze from his plain tennis shoes to further down the field. At the opposite goal post a cheerleader was stretching, probably going to practice a routine or something. The boy sighed through his sharp, almost beak-like nose, and he continued, his hands in the jacket's pockets. One blond cheerleader wouldn't be a threat to his songwriting. Though her peppy and very cheerleader-ish music was sort of distractingly annoying. That was one thing Oz didn't like about the whole jock/cheer clique: they didn't seem to care about anything outside of their Ken & Barbie, perfect little worlds. Who cares if they disturb another, so long as they're happy. Seriously, she was playing the music sort of loud, though Oz knew, in the back of his mind, that the field carried sound. It wasn't her fault, he just always seemed to have this chip on his shoulder..

Maybe it was Hart # 14's fault. His dad had always been so proud of him and Zac had always been the popular one who didn't seem to care about anything but sports. Oz saw a misplaced pebble on the grass and kicked it. The stone tumbled forward, not going terribly far, and Oz kicked it again as he thought about his brother, 'Zac wasn't just good at sports, he was pretty good at academics as well, all the teachers loved him, I'm still in his shadow, and-dang, that cheerleader must be deaf!' He swung his foot back and kicked the pebble harder then he had been, sending it off-course and directly at the cheerleader. Oz looked up, his lips parting in surprise and messy hair shading his face.

[Harmony Grant]

Harmony started her warm-ups with some leg stretches and arm stretches. She made sure she was totally limber before turning up the music and practicing some routines. Harmony was all smiles as she listened to her up-beat music and did some cheers. She did some kicks, spins, jumps and moves. Harm knew it was better to be ready before the cheer squad captain, Cordelia, showed up.

No mess ups yet! Everything seemed to be going as planned. Harm started one of their new cheers. It mostly involved hand motions, "Alright! Let me hear it! Who has got that team spirit!" She went to jump into the air and say, 'woo-hoo' when BAM! Something hit the cheerleader and she fell over. "Ow..."

[Oswald Hart]

Just like David and Goliath Oz had slain the cheerleader with a simple stone. Except that David had the intentions of slaying the giant, and Oz hadn't meant to harm her at all. For the briefest moment he wondered if he could just take off the other way but shot the idea down at once. He wasn't going to leave an injured girl alone, especially since he'd been the one to injure her. Boy, his brother would have gotten a big laugh out of this one.

"Are-are you okay?" He called, jogging out to her, closing the short distance between them. His voice held the uncertainty he felt, and the worry. If she wasn't able to play at the next sporting events he was sure he'd have a troup of angry Cheerleaders out to get him. Besides which, he wasn't heartless and he felt pretty bad for hurting the poor thing, though he was sure the 'damsell in distress' appearance would dissapear when she saw that a dork had maimed her...then it'd be all flying blonde hair and claws.

When he fell to his knees besides her he had his hand outstretched to her, wanting to comfort her but resisting the inclination, just barely.

[Harmony Grant]

Harmony groaned, she wondered what had happened. What had hit her that threw off her balance so badly? If Cordy had seen would she note how easily it threw her off? No, Harmony hoped that if her friend had seen that happen she would make sure she was ok. She had know Cordelia for a long time and knew that she did care, she just didn't always show it.

Someone had seen her great fall though and was approaching. From her position on the ground she couldn't really see who at the moment. She propped herself up slightly and put a hand to her head. She then heard the voice of the stranger, it was a boy. She thought she recognized his voice but had no clue who it could be at the time. Harmony turned her head slightly to look at him through her mess of hair. She squinted from the sun a bit. "I think so."

[Oswald Hart]

Oz's breath was blocked in his throat, as if the shock of his realization had litterally stunned him. He hadn't just hit any cheerleader, he'd hit the one girl who'd ever taken interest in him. The girl he was going to Prom with...

"Harmony.." he breathed, the name soft and filled with the surprise and horror he was recieving. Suddenly his stilled heart beat a mile a minute and his senses had not only caught up with him but began to move at a supersonic speed. His mind whirled, replaying the accident over and over, along with his pessimistic thoughts. Oz wished he could have been the one to have been brained by the rock. It would have been a lot less painful then the scene he was now in.

Oswold's hand dropped onto her shoulder, the hesitation he had felt when she had been a stranger gone. Now he leaned closer, checking her over with her eyes and drowning in guilt.

"I'm so, so sorry, Harmony, really..are you sure you're okay? Where did I hit you?" The words spilt from his mouth as he shifted in his seat, checking her over to the best of his ability.

[Harmony Grant]

Harmony then realized it was someone whom she knew. It was was Oz! The boy she had asked to the dance. Oh shoot! If Cordelia saw them together what was she to say? As far as Cordy knew Harmony was going with a football player and...Oz was not a football player. He was just a funny, sweet and handsome guy! Cordy was all about social status though and most likely wouldn't understand.

"Oz?" She said, clearing enough of her hair out of her eyes to see his face. "It's alright, it's just a bump." she held a hand to her head still and smiled. She would have attempted to stand but the world still felt off kilter and she was perfectly comfortable on the ground. "So, what are you doing out here on the field?" she probably needed some ice on her bump but, little Harmony's focus seemed to be more on her rescuer than herself.

[Oswald Hart]

Oz stopped bumbling over her when she said she was alright, the sound of her voice alone was enough to set his nerves at ease. Which was strange...considering how little he knew her, really..and how very..preppy she was. Not that he liked labels, it was sort of a bad habit of his, though. He had the especially bad habit of labeling himself, and when it came time for him to respond he slapped another one on for measure: Fool.

"hm? Oh...I was...um.." Oz paused, his eyes dropping to the ground as soon as he realized how pathetic it was of him to go here of all places to practice guitar. He should have gone to the park. Still, it was impolite not to answer so he carefully got to his knees and swung the guitar from his back to in front of him, now revealing the letters and name on the back of the jacket. No one would see that, though, and hopefully she wouldn't notice that he was wearing it and ask questions. It was easier not to talk about Zac, and he especially didn't want to tell harmony about him...for some reason.

"I was practicing." He murmured, his voice so soft that only she could hear it if others had happened to be on field. Oz's hand rested on top of the glossy instrument, his focus back on her. It was easier that way. He wasn't so interesting and she..well...there was something about Harmony. Just being around her made him feel a bit more at ease. It was all very strange to Oz.

[Harmony Grant]

Harmony tilted her head slightly to the side, "Practicing?" she was unclear of what exactly he was talking about unless he had taken an interest in a sport. A sport that involved throwing rocks, which she didn't know of any sport that involved that...wait, she looked at his guitar. "Oh!" she got it now, he was practicing guitar. "I didn't know you played. The guitar is so neat, I kinda like play piano but not like really good or anything. More like cause I used to be in choir and would have to plink out my part." She giggled slightly, she never talked about choir anymore. Not since the whole 'We don't talk about that stuff' thing with Cordelia. Harmony really liked singing though and her mom kind of pushed her into it too because of her name and all.

"So like, do you write songs and stuff like that?" She still refused to stand, as her head still felt like it was recovering, or maybe it was the giddy feeling she had when she was around Oz.

[Oswald Hart]

Oz rubbed his fingers on his guitar, the glossy surface was soothing on his nerves, after all, he had just kicked a rock at the only girl who was interested in him. He really shouldn't have come, he had hurt Harmony and now she would probably ask about his hidden hobby. She surprised him by taking this novelty in stride and not treating him like a toaster that just talked. He had expected her to 'see him in a new light', if you will. To act as though his musical ability was the last expected thing, since he was a bookworm, but she seemed to find it normal and admitted to her own musical dabbling. Oz lifted his gaze back onto her and she seemed to be glowing. Harmony always surprised him, she always seemed to do the right thing. Which was why he voluntarily answered her quarry about his talent.

"Yeah, well..I mean, nothing good but some stuff.. it's mostly incomplete songs..." Why was he babbling? He never did that, he barely spoke more than two sentences to his mother and here he was actually rambling to Harmony. "um, basically yeah." His face felt warm and he had to look away from Harmony's intrigued, optimistic, beautiful eyes.

"Do you..um, still sing?" He asked, cleverly shifting subjects.