Yours Musically

40. Playing

Chapter Forty - Playing

The moment I sat down on the bleachers the next morning, my eyes started scanning the area for Matt.

There he was, right in the middle of the field, talking to a teammate. Upon observing him, he appeared to be instructing him as the player gave a quick nod and sprinted back to his position. Matt did a quick scan of the rest of the players around him, eyes inadvertently falling on the bleachers—on me.

Caught off guard, I waved at him unsurely, but he immediately looked away like he hadn't seen me at all. My jaw dropped.

Did he not see that, or did he just deliberately ignore me? It was hard to tell from such a distance.

Maybe he really didn't see you, Becks.

Oh yeah? Then how come he looked everywhere but here throughout the rest of the practice?

"Trouble in paradise?"

I turned my head just in time to catch Mack yawning. The players had started to leave the field, so I was thankful for the distraction before I could've started to chase after Matt.

"What?" I raised a brow.

"I saw that coming from a mile away. There was no normal for you guys after what happened yesterday."

"Mack, words," I snapped, irritated.

He turned his head and looked me dead in the eye, calling bullshit on me being oblivious.

"The kiss, Becks."

Just the mention of it had my mind flooded with flashbacks of the kiss, making my cheeks turn hot as I opened my mouth slightly. "Oh, that. The kiss, right."

"The moment you guys locked lips, I was like, 'Oh shit. There's no going back from that'."

I swallowed. No going back from that? What was that supposed to mean?

"That kiss didn't mean anything," I scoffed loudly, but my words didn't seem to suffice my own self, so I added, "to either of us."

He exhaled, then leaned back, lazily pointing his thumb between me and the field. "So, what's this?"

"What's what? He's practicing, and I'm watching the game. It's literally what we do every day."

"Sure."

My eyes narrowed. "What are you even doing here? Since when do you watch the practice?"

"Since you were so freaked out about the kiss and desperate for a chance to talk to Matt, my girlfriend instructed me to get us all to school in time for you to watch the practice."

Another yawn. His eyes became watery as he tipped his head back half sleepily.

I chuckled. "I swear she was more stressed out for me than I was. Where is she and Meera, by the way?"

"Coffeeshop."

"And you're here because?"

"Sometimes..." He grinned. "I love drama."

I rolled my eyes, almost smacking him in the head, but my hand was stuck mid-air when Matt began to walk off the football field.

I hadn't come prepared to not get a chance to talk to him. And the sight of him turning his back on me, both literally and figuratively, made me do what I'd just stopped myself from doing a minute ago.

"See you later, Macky."

I stomped down the bleachers and raced across the field to catch up with him. He was already heading inside the building, so I picked up pace, dashing through the entrance and down the corridor, and right before he could disappear in the changing room, I jumped between him and the door.