Heartbeats and Bleachers
Adrenaline courses through me as I perch on the bleachers, eyes fixed on the pirate's game. It's the final showdown of the day, and the regional champion will soon be crowned. As for tennis—yes, we won. It felt almost too effortless, perhaps the training was a little harsh.
Steven's voice pierces the air, his words a fierce ultimatum.
"If you lose, boys, I'm reclaiming those scholarship offers. Now, bring back my championship!"
The crowd's fervor is dizzying, their anticipation palpable. I scan the field for Romeo, and when I spot him dashing towards the line, it's an agony not to leap up and shout his name.
Rumors swirl among the cheerleaders; they're convinced there's a secret spark between Romeo and me. The mere thought sends a blush to my cheeks, a flutter to my heart. They believe in an 'us.'
"There's George!" Julissa's excitement is infectious as she prepares to cheer. "Come on, George! You've got this!"
I shoot her a look, adjusting my damp skirt beneath the weight of her gaze.
My search for Romeo resumes, and with it, a twinge of guilt. Zed has barely crossed my mind, save for a brief conversation last night. Instead, my thoughts are awash with images of Romeo, his playful banter echoing in my mind. But he's with Holly, and I'm with Zed. I shouldn't interfere, no matter the temptation.
"Julie, is there something going on with you and George?" I inquire, rising to applaud another point for the pirates.
Her expression is one of disbelief. "No! Why? Is there something between you and Romeo?"
Is there?
"No!" I protest, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun.
"We're just friends, Julie, relax. Melissa asked me to keep an eye on him, so I'm filling in for her."
I can't help but chuckle. "Oh, is that your excuse?"
She nods affirmatively. "He's definitely attractive, but I honor their relationship. No worries."
I return the nod. Julie's integrity is something I've witnessed for years; she's not one to betray trust or inflict pain. Doubting her isn't fair—she's far from cruel.
The game halts abruptly, and the crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers so loud I'm compelled to cover my ears. The pirates, fueled by victory, dash wildly across the field, their cheerleaders in tow.
"Pirates! Pirates! Pirates!" The chants are thunderous, the source of the fervor indiscernible.
Julie and I descend from the bleachers, our feet pounding the stairs as we rush onto the field. Down here, the atmosphere is electric, the sense of conquest palpable.
We're on our way to nationals.
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Romeo and Juliet
HumorSHORT CHAPTERS ------ He rips my phone from my hand again and puts it behind him. "Tell me how it works then." "We have to kiss." He looks at me for a few seconds, then grins. I recognize that smile. He's thinking of something mischievous. "A kiss?"...
