Bittersweet - A Matthew Sturniolo Fan-fiction

11 - the game

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nick 🎧
tilly wya?
madi and i saved a seat for u

tilly 🫶
okok im just parking now

madi ❤️‍🔥
can u pls pls plsss get me a
soda on ur way? 🥺

nick 🎧
can u get me gummyworms?
the mini ones 🥺

tilly 🫶
fine.
only cuz ily guys 😙

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After grabbing Nick and Madi their snacks, I headed for the bleachers to find them.

Once I found them and was sat down, I turned to watch as the players ran out onto the field and the crowd went nuts.

I felt myself smiling as Chris and Matthew both ran out onto the field and did their handshake before turning to the crowd. They found us easily since we were calling their names and jumping up and down. Chris smiled and waved at the three of us and I thought I caught a small smile cross Matthew's as he tipped his head back in greeting.

I was about to return the gesture when I noticed Jacob.

He was running up the bleachers towards us, with something in his hands. As he reached us, he smiled down at me and gave me a shirt. "Put it on", he said with a wink before he jogged back down and onto the pitch.

I looked down to see it was a jersey with his number and 'Day' written on the back. I sighed and shrugged it on. It was huge and fit me like a dress but I knew he wanted me to wear it.

I turned back to see Chris had gone to his starting position, but Matthew was stood staring at me with a strange expression across his face. I couldn't read it from so far away.

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Matt's POV

"Matt come on!", I heard someone call my name. It was Chris.

I pulled my stare away from Matilda and turned to see my team staring at me, waiting for me to head to my position in front of the goal.

"Shit sorry", I mumbled before running over to the goal.

I chanced one more glance towards her before the whistle blew and the game began.

But I couldn't get her out of my mind. Fuck. I mean seriously? His jersey? I couldn't help but think I wanted it to be mine-

"Matt! Come on bro! What's wrong with you?", Chris' voice filtered through my thoughts and I snapped back to reality.

I realised then that I had let the other team score whilst I had been stuck in my head. Shit.

Chris slapped my helmet. "Get your head in the game bro!", he said to me before jogging off.

I looked up to the bleachers and met her gaze. Worry shone bright in her eyes as she stared back at me. "You got this", she mouthed to me, nodding her head and giving me an encouraging smile.

I offered her a small smile before I turned back to the field.

Fuck Jacob Day and his attempts to ruin my day. I'm gonna make this game my bitch.