An untold story

Chapter 6 - Blame (Part one)

Read the Author's note at the end. The picture of the side is of Paige, portrayed by Samantha Boscarino.

Once more people stand up from their seats and start yelling and clapping but this time is louder because we got the final score.

From the distance I spot Ian and Sean running to hug their teammates and I instantly smile, remembering when I used to come to these games. Mike would flash me a thumbs up while grinning from ear to ear and I would feel like the proudest little girl in the world screaming and shouting: "He's my brother, the school's hero is my big bro!".

I don't know why I stopped coming to these games, I've never really liked football but I loved watching my brother play. I guess that as I started growing up, my homework and my grades started becoming more important to me than my family... I was wrong, so wrong.

"Let's go, Mel!" Paige interrupts my flashback, shouting over all the loud voices.

I start walking behind her in response, I suppose we're meeting the guys at the parking lot. With each step I try to remember how easy it was for Ian to convince me to come. He just bothered me day and night and followed me everywhere I went... Jeez, the guy really is persistent when he wants to. Although I can't deny, I enjoyed the game way too much.

"Congratulations!" I say as soon as we get to the boys.

"Thank you," Ian is the first to reply. "But that's not exactly the way to congratulate someone."

"What do you mean? I said it in the cheeriest tone I can manage," I say, feeling slightly offended.

"Well, since you're not making the first move," he says before grabbing me by the waist, knotting his hands securely in the small of my back.

"Ha ha ha," I laugh awkwardly taking both of his grabby little hands and unknotting them.

"Sorry," he says with a smirk, not apologetic at all and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Ian, the party!" Sean nods to his car, "we need to get going."

"You need to take me home first, remember?" I remind Ian.

"No, you're coming with me."

"Ah, nope. I'm going home. There's a lot of assignments I need to catch up with and there's this essay due to Monday, and..."

"Yeah, yeah." I'm cut off by Ian, who grabs me by the waist and swings me over his shoulder.

Panic washes over me and I start yelling, "hey, hey stop!" I really hope this is one of his not-so-funny jokes, even though deep inside I know he's being serious.

I hear him unlock his jeep, followed by a chuckle, "I can't say I'm not enjoying the view."

I flush slightly and I'm glad he can't notice. "Perv," I say, more embarrassed than I should. I can feel his shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

"Put me down!" By this point, I'm getting irritated. How dare he? He doesn't own me.

"Ian, I'm serious," I try to say it the harshest way possible but he proves he's in control by ignoring me and continuing his way.

He places me in the passenger seat and although he does it in the slowest way possible, I still feel dizzy when I'm completely sat down.

Once the dizziness is gone and I feel ready to speak once again I request him in the nicest way possible to take me home. My sweet tone most have broken some of his hardness because after that he looks at me, an emotion in his eyes I can't figure out just yet but what I do know is that now, his cheeky self is gone.