She's The Man 2006 Best -

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I kept your GPA above water. Also, I’m taking your spot on the team. Coach’s orders.”

That night, Duke kissed her—not Sebastian, not a disguise, but Viola, with her short hair and her skinned knees and her heart loud as a stadium. she's the man 2006

After the game, muddy and euphoric, she found Olivia waiting by the lockers. “I knew in week two,” Olivia said. “Your eyebrows are too expressive. But I figured if you could fake being a boy and still be kinder than the real ones, the world needed you on the field.” “You’re welcome,” she said

Duke walked toward her, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. “Sebastian?” he said, uncertain. Coach’s orders

Monica stopped mid-sprint. “Viola?”

The truth arrived at the worst possible moment: the semifinals against Coddington. Her former teammates. Her former best friend, Monica, now glaring at “Sebastian” from the opposite sideline. Halfway through the second half, tied 1–1, Viola took a cross to the chest. The wrap gave way. So did her shirt button.