♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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.・。.・゜✭𝚉𝚊𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

(Ft others- once again, boundaries my beloved! So, they are all just going by their internet names cause I know most of them don't like when people use their real names. Researching really does come in handy sometimes-)

𝒮𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎

"Bye! Have fun!" My mom calls after me as I walk out the door to my car. I get into the drivers seat, starting up the ignition immediately. 7:30pm, right on time. I quickly drive off, going off of the directions Bad gave me. I pull up to a fairly large two story house.

Me: IM HERE

I text him. My first instinct was to call, but that would get no where unless it was FaceTime which there's no point in doing.

Less then two minutes later I see the door to the house swing open, the tall brunette quickly running out with an excited smile. Right as he enters the passengers seat of my car I raise my eyebrow as to non verbally ask "are you ready?". "Let's go!" He exclaims with an eager nod as if he was reading my mind, me taking that as my cue to start driving again.

Today is game day. The other high school is coming to us, making it a home game. We all decided to go to support Clay, and to have some fun. I know it's been almost a week since my birthday, but the events that took place that day are still slowly gnawing at me. I am so glad to have met Bad, he has gotten my mind off of things which I really appreciate. If it wasn't for any of my friends I would still be wallowing in my room, lonely and wordless.

I pull into the parking lot, already seeing crowds of teen all making their way towards the bleachers at the back of the school. We get out of the car, making our way towards the crowds. I look over to see Bad looking nervous but excited. I furrow my eyebrows in concern. "Have you never been to a game before?" I ask after tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "No, I never really go to things like this. I don't like big crowds." He explains, looking around frantically at his surroundings.

I felt kind of bad. I have never really had a big problem with social anxiety or getting nervous because of big crowds, so I couldn't really imagine what he was going through. The look on his face was all I needed to know he wasn't doing to well. I look down, taking his hand in mine to give him at least some kind of comfort. He looks up at me with an appreciative smile, looking a bit more relieved.

We walked hand in hand through the crowd, finding a seat on the bleachers a bit near the back. "There you guys are! We were looking fucking everywhere!" I hear Red exclaim as he runs up to us, George taking his time trailing behind him. "Red, language!" Bad scolds him as he took a seat beside me. "Sorry, dad." Red jokes, rolling his eyes playfully as he sat sideways on the bleachers, leaning his back on my shoulder.

"When is this thing starting away, it's five minutes past seven forty-five." George complains, taking a seat beside Bad on his left. They start small talk, I couldn't really focus on what they were saying before I zoned out.

Some schools are crazy about football, some soccer, ours is crazy about basketball which is one of the only sports I actually get and would consider watching when I have nothing to do. That being said we have a huge basketball court instead of a large field outside. It's used as many other things as well for PE. The school is kind of small, so the court kind of acts like our gym.

I get slowly brought back to reality by the feeling of slight wind brushing against my face. It wasn't to cold, but definitely not common for Florida. The sun was already long gone considering it's still the middle of January, so the only source of light were the huge lamp posts the school set up around the basketball court.