The Normals

First Game

The crowd was in a compete uproar. Hands were waving, people were screaming at the top of their lungs, and I was sitting on the metal bench, eating a shitty bag of popcorn.

Mia on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself greatly. She was dressed up in the school colors, red and yellow, showing off her spirit. She jumped up and down next to me, her brown-rimmed glasses bobbing with her movements.

But I was never one to watch and enjoy a football game, or any school-related sport for that matter. Hence the reason why I wasn't in any athletic activity.

So, was I here?

Well, partially because Mia wanted to go, but the main reason was to humor Al the asshole and his little gang of friends. Ever since he asked me last week to attend tonight's game, he hadn't let it go. Both him and the identical twins, Aaron and Daren, were determined to shove me into a crowed stand full of teenagers that I despised.

I figured if I at least went to the game, they would leave me be. Also, I didn't have to enjoy attending nor did I have to watch the game. I just needed to know the final outcome.

With Mia ecstatically supporting the team for both of us, I carefully snuck away from the crowd.

I pushed past several loud fans as I headed to the end of the bleachers. I then stomped down the stairs and threw away my distasteful popcorn. After walking past a couple more bleachers, I headed to the wooded area just beyond the football field.

Since our school was located toward the middle of town, there was a thick wooded tree line that separated the school and a private neighborhood on the other side. I knew most of the students hanging out under the pine trees weren't my particular crowd. But then again, what was my particular gang?

Needing to get away from the noise, I practically ran for the trees that were shrouded together just beyond the field. I was soon greeted with two teenagers (that I didn't recognize) in a tight, passionate embrace. Well, passionate isn't exactly a good word to use. They were more hungry and desperate, ripping each other's clothes off.

I scoffed whilst walking past them, heading deeper into the trees. I soon found a decent place to sit and relax where you couldn't see or hear the couple. My form sunk down lazily onto the damp ground, resting my back and head onto a tree behind me.

Rubbing my temples in an attempt to relieve my headache, I released a heavy sigh.

It had been two weeks since school had begun, and surprisingly it hadn't been complete hell. I had shockingly made a friend, whom I'm pretty close with now.

So far, regardless of Al and the twins, things were actually much better for me.

"Not one for football?" A voice alerted my attention. My head rose up, only to see a small, dull light. The darkness of the night shrouded the figure approaching. Therefore, all I could make out was the small gleam of the end of a cigarette.

"What gave you that impression?" I spoke a little coldly.

I received a soft chuckle in return as the male approached closer. All the while the tiny light of the cigarette grew brighter as he took another long puff, illuminating his face slightly.

It was then, that I recognized him.

"Maybe it was the look on your face." He said simply, answering my snarky question.

My lips slowly pursed in annoyance. "You don't particularly look as if you enjoy football either. So why are you back here?" My gaze remained on the boy who attempted to hijack my little Volkswagen.

"It's nice here." He replied bluntly, staring me down from where I sat. "So? Why are you back here? You obviously don't enjoy the game. And by the way you were rubbing you head before, I assume that your not one for large crowds either."

"Well, if you already know the answers, why ask?" I grumbled, leaning my palm against my cheek.

He exhaled, releasing another cloud of smoke into the air. "Let me rephrase the question then," He took one last drag from his cigarette before dropping the stick to the ground, and putting it out with the sole of his worn converse shoes. "why come to the game if you hate football?"

I readjusted my position on the ground, sitting cross legged. Then, raising an eyebrow, I gazed back up at the dark haired male. "Let me ask you something. Why do you expect me to answer when we don't even know each others names?" I challenged. "Not to mention, you tired to break into my car. And most likely after I left, you broke into someone else's."

"No thanks to your tip." He mumbled under his breath. "And not all of that is necessarily accurate. I know who you are, Vera." After saying this, he bit the bottom lip piercing with his teeth, moving the small black hoop around. "That's all I know though."

My countenance twisted into confusion. "How the fuck do you know that?"

He shrugged, leaning lazily onto his left leg with hands shoved into his jacket's pockets. "My name is Wesley." He spoke quickly and smoothly, tugging a his bottom lip.

I scoffed, arising to my feet whilst doubting his previous statement. "What's your real name, Wesley?"  Wiping the dirt off my jeans, I sent him a small glare.

A slight look of confusion crossed his features. "Pardon?" His voice softly shook before he released a cough to clear his throat.

"The first time we met, I was threatening to call the police. Something tells me I have not been the first to do this. So why would you give your true name to a person who threatened you." I said, trying not to be intimated by his height as I pointed out the facts. "Also, your body language changed right before you said your name." I added for good measure.

He studied me, his grey eyes half lidded, acting as if he were bored with my speech. However, his half-closed eyes held a slight amount of shock.

Then, the raven haired male inhaled before speaking slowly. "Jett." He mumbled as if his voice were betraying him. "I'm Jett." With a glance down at his black converse, he kicked at tree debris that littered the forest floor as if he were having difficulty accepting what he just spoke out loud.

This time I knew the grey orbed being revealed the truth, and that me feel slightly honored in an odd way.

So with a miniature smirk spread across my lips, I mentally made a brief decision that I knew eventually I would regret in some way. "Let's try this again then," I suggested awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. "My name is Vera." I blurt out, quickly reaching my hand to him with my eyes cast downward so I wouldn't have to see the humor in his expression.

Nailed it, girl. I sarcastically scolded myself.

However, Jett just stared at my outstretched hand. He then glanced up at my slightly frightened appearance, and let a tiny smirk tug at his lips. "My name is Jett." He said, carefully taking my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He breathed out quickly, taking my hand to quickly shake before releasing it completely.

Thank God I'm not the only one who has social issues. I thought to myself.

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A/N: I can not tell you how many times I have both changed and revised this chapter. Even now, I am not fully comfortable, and I am feeling slightly uneasy about posting it. However, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. 

- S