ego | Javier H.

2. gaze

You had caught up with your brother and patted him on the back. 2-4 is not an easy loss.

" Jugaste bien Memo, next time just don't let that hijo de puta Chicharito score on you " You chuckled

" It's harder than it looks.. " he sighed while taking off his gloves

" Don't get discouraged mijo, you tried hard and played well today. Defense was not helping you. Just try your best for the World Cup because if your not playing well in el mundial te voy a chingar. " Your dad joked while slapping your brothers arm

Your brother smiled and said his goodbyes to you guys as he had to leave the stadium with his team.

June 11, 2010

It was the day of the first match of the World Cup. You were going to the stadium to see your brother potentially play. Although he was a sub there's still a chance he could play. And if that chance existed you were going. You had finished your makeup so it was time to do your hair. You had decided on loose curls, so you began curling your hair.

Once you finished getting ready you got in your car and began driving to the stadium. You were excited to watch the game but part of you couldn't help but be nervous. What if Mexico lost, or if your brother was injured. What if you couldn't even get in?

You were in your car, taking deep breaths. You were anxious about going, you never went before and this is your first time. And since your father is not driving with you he's not able to guide you. Your eyes darted across the road, the traffic wasn't helping you. But you were also excited, excited to see your country playing. To see the team and finally meet everyone.

The rapid pace of your heart maintained its speed as you got closer the stadium. You could already see the overflowing crowds of people outside. So while you were driving you called your dad.

" Apá, are you there? " You asked him on the phone

" Si mija, are you close? I'm waiting for you outside. "

" Si apa, I'm almost there. "

" Okay pues, I'll see you. "

You hung up and bit your lip, the knot in your stomach slowly going away. As you parked your car somewhere nearby where a million other cars were parked, you saw the stadium. It was much bigger than you thought.

You walked towards the stadium, and the closer you got the more you heard the mixed chatter of the crowd outside. You pulled out your phone to ask your dad where he was at. He responded that he was by the small store right by the stadium. Your head perked and looked around for the store, after you found it you put your phone in your back pocket and started walking towards it.

You saw your dad and approached him.

" Hola pa. " You greeted

" Hola mija, glad you were able to make it. "

" Me too, I'm so confused on where to go. "

" Don't worry just follow me, I'll take you. "

You complied and started following your dad. As he guided you through the crowd and to a large group of people.

You went through a process and were allowed to enter, your dad led you to your seats. Which were right by the field so you had a clear view of the game and the players.

30 minutes had passed and the players started walking onto the field. That is where you saw your brother Ochoa you waved to him and spotted you, giving you a big grin and waving back to you and your dad. You smiled back, his smile was contagious but seeing him so happy to be there made you even happier. Your eyes then landed on the man right next to him.

Javier Hernandez

He had grown a bit since the last time you saw him. And he was right there laughing with your brother. You felt something you couldn't explain, a distaste but also attraction. Even though you never looked at him that way, you couldn't help but stare at his features while furrowing your eyebrows in disgust. But you denied any attraction towards him, you wanted to believe you found him ugly.

But before you could look away he met your gaze.