The next day, David was really quiet. More than usual. Football practice had just ended, and he was drinking from his water bottle. His hair drenched in sweat. It stuck to his forehead.
"Hey day?" He looks at me, continuing to drink from his water. He must have been thirsty, since he was a bit more aggressive than everyone else today. He raises an eyebrow, letting me know he's listening. "Is everything okay? You've been quiet all day." He takes the water bottle away from his mouth. He stares at me, I swear I saw his lips trembling.
"I'm fine Exer." He says, a bit of a stern tone in his voice. I stare at him, I can tell I have a worried look on my face. He looks away and down at my shoes. "You got them muddy." I look down at my white cleats. They were indeed muddy. I must've slid in the mud during today's practice.
"I guess I did." I say, my voice sounding a bit more agitated. I look up at David, he doesn't look up. I sigh, I really care about him, he's been my best friend for years now. I hope he knows he can tell me anything. He doesn't say anything, but I notice his grip on his water bottle tightening. "I wish dad could come pick us up, my legs are killing me!" I groan, and stretch my hands down to my feet. This was a lie, my feet did not hurt. I just want to get this tension to stop.
"Yeah.. mine too." He mumbles, finally looking up from the ground. He grabs his backpack, and places his water bottle inside. "Well, if we're walking, I guess we should hurry up and go.. so it doesn't get dark while we're walking." I nod, and grab my bag too. I place it on my shoulder.
"Let's go then." I smile at him. It's more of an awkward smile. I don't know if David trusts me. I trust him with my whole life, I tell him everything. Well, almost everything. If he knew.. about my magic, he'd probably freak. I think it's better if he doesn't find out. Ever. David begins to walk and I follow him, waving goodbye to our other teammates. Once me and David get far away, where no one is near us, my attention turns back onto him. "David. Are you sure you're alright? If something is going on, you can tell me—"
"Exer! Enough!" He shouts, cutting me off. He stops in his tracks, and I do as well. He looks at me, his eyebrows are narrowed, and theres some type of hate in his eyes. My eyes widen in shock, maybe I was being a bit pushy, but I've never seen him get this mad before.
"I was just—" He begins to shake his head, the hatred in his eyes growing. Did I really make him this mad? He brings up a finger and points it in my face.
"You do not know anything! You cannot help me!" He says, moving his finger away and beginning to wave his hand in the air. "My parents got a divorce! Is that what you wanted to hear?!" I stare at him in shock, I knew his parents had arguments, sometimes to the point where they get really bad, but I never thought they didn't love each other.
"Day.. i'm sorry.." I didn't know what to say, this was the only thing I could get out right now. He puts his hand on his head and pushes his hair back.
"That's what they always say.." He shakes his head again. "Just, shut up about it." He says sternly, part of me feels as if this is my fault, even though I couldn't control what happened. That was a lie, I knew I could. I could've magically made them stop. David begins to walk again, not caring that he's leaving me behind. I decide to follow him, not knowing if he's mad at me or not. The sound of my shoes hitting the ground as I'm running to reach him. My shoes make a "skirrrttt" sound as I come to a stop, beside him. He raises an eyebrow, I could've easily just walked to catch up to him, but running is way more fun.
"Race ya to your house?" He frowns at me, shaking his head.
"I'm not in the mood." He says, his tone changing from stern to more soft. He still sounds upset nevertheless. "Besides, dad will probably get mad. He's always mad at everything." I sigh, he was probably right. His dad is always upset at something. I go to start walking again, not turning back around until I hear his shoe scrape the ground. I look back and David is on the ground.
