Off Limits

Homecoming Game

The ride home with Noah and Chris was awkwardly silent. Chris kept staring through the  rear view mirror and back at me. All I  heard was them talk about football. I didn't really know what was happening in our school right now. I tried to stay away from the drama or news. But, when we got home, I knew why they were so awkward. A banner strung on the back of my parents car. It read, "#23 is king! Happy hoco!" Well, that's enough to tell me what time it was. The start of homecoming. My parents always went crazy over Chris. He was the favorite child. They always painted there faces and screamed at his games. It was embarrassing, but I eventually got used to it. I ran up to my room when Noah followed me. I walked into my closet as Noah asked, "Hey shorty, I know you don't like these games. But, its homecoming and your parents will be sad if you dont come. Are you going too?" I walked back of my closet and smiled, "Well, I guess. But I hate those games so if I leave early don't get mad." Noah simply smiles. I love when he smiles. He only uses his cheesy smile on me. His face and ears to red and he just smiles, ear to ear. "Good. Want to ride with Chris and me?" I nodded. The worst decision a person could make during homecoming is riding with my parents. They are certified crazy when it comes to Chris's football career. Chris and Noah were in the run for a full-ride scholarship to their dream college. They both deserved it because they were incredibly good at football. It was both their passion. So,  that  is the only reason I decided to go. Noah then walked out and yelled back, "We are leaving in five!" I hated being timed so I just sprinted to my closet. As I grabbed something warm to wear, I felt myself start shaking. This is how my panic attacks start. I sat down like I was told to when I felt one coming on. I was told to breath whenever these happended, but that never seemed to work. I hate that the doctors think sitting here is the best option. I fucking hate my  panic attacks with all my heart. It had surely been five minutes and sure enough, I hear footsteps walking into my room. At first, the footsteps were faint, but they grew louder as they approached me. I couldn't see who it was, being that my head was resting on my knees. I felt the pressure on my wall as someone slid down it. Next thing I know an arm wrapped around me and pulled me close to whoever. I immediately recognized the voice right when  he said, "Hey shorty? Are you okay?" I wouldn't have done this, but I leaned up aganist him, giving all my troubled weight to Noah. I never respond to Noah, until he gets up from holding me and walks out of the closet. I lift my head and my eyes follow his every movement. Throught my crys I manage to ask, "Noah? Where, what are you doing?" He looks back and continues on his journey into my bathroom. I hear my cabinet open and he comes back with my medication. "Forget this?" I shook my head and laughed, "How did you know where to find it?" He smiles and replies, "Everyone keeps their meds in a cabinet shorty." He wasn't wrong. Noah sat back down next to me and playfully nudged my shoulder, "Want me to stay here with you? Or are you still going to go to the game?" Why was he saying this. Its legit his chance at a scholarship and he is worried about me? Why? I smile even though through  my teeth I am so confused. "Let's go! You can't miss your game Mr. Bigshot!" We both laugh and off to the game we went.