Same Stars

Chapter 32

Dedicated to Hez because ur cool af. I hope to see all of you next year :3 and that we'll spend some quality time before you leave. Merry Christmas, dia ra imong dedication hehe better late than never

The crowd cheers "Touchdown for the Vikings! Niall Horan sending their bare bear asses back home!" A typical commentator voice dominates all over the stadium.

"Yeah, he is acing it, John." The other remarked.

It's my first time being in one of these grand games, and the sweaty bodies surrounding me sure do love rubbing its pathogens on mine, the struggle is real.

Another set of woohs follow as they steal the ball from the Bears. I was exactly thirty minutes late but the game is going to be damn long.

I'm just standing here, being glum and all. It's palpable I'm not over the incident.

You should enjoy. Here comes the know it all voice... okay I'm going to give it a go.

Zayn. I can't tell where he is, cause yeah as expected, I forgot his last name. In addition to that, they're a bunch of hunks dressed like one another, how am I supposed to know the difference.
Too tired to even zoom in their faces.

"El Maliko giving us a bit of plot twist!" This guy looks very determined to get a touchdown.

"Touchdown!" He jumped with his mates in glee. Huh, I'm pretty sure they'll lose this year.

Zayn Maliko?
No stupid it was Zayn Malik

"Wooh!" I don't know what got into me, but I just threw my hands up in the air and cheered... for the wrong team.
"Nice cheer dumbass!" A girl who's totally in the team spirit, literally because she's dressed like a Norse villager, shouted in the corner. Great, I just embarrassed myself.

In less than five seconds I became the school's talk, ha. "Nice costume, prostitute."

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"What'd you just say?" She and her gang I suppose, started to walk up the stairs like a duck, they definitely need a hip replacement. Other than that, I should be terrified that I could get into my first ever bitch fight.

Even my eyes widened when I said those words, wow I'm really impressed at how colorful my vocabulary is.

Now we are finally up face to face "Bitch what did you just say."

The view is much more horrendous up close.
"Apparently your fake cleavage is blocking the game." I'm pretty sure she was just another senior I don't give a shit about.

"Haha" she began laughing, the rest of her ugly dicklings laughing at her side. "Whatever flat chest!"

Girl you need to upgrade your comebacks. "Look, if you wanna bitch about it, go outside, I'm too tired to deal with you."

This thing is once again just another low blow, and I must learn to let things go from now on. I guess a diplomatic talk would be a great start... which I am not quite good at.

After an intense moment of double-thinking, I made up my mind and I'm going to apologize.
"You do not want to mess with us."

"Um excuse me, Gigi I believe my brother called you." Just when I was about to do the walk of shame, hey someone saved my ass! It's like the universe does not approve of me to lower my pride, thanks universe.

"We do things the hard way, this isn't over." She gritted as if! As if I give two shits.

"Sorry about that, they're really, bitchy." I looked at my side, my savior looks familiar. But then again, I'm never good with names.

My other hand hid inside my denim jacket, because it's hella awkward "Oh, thank you very much..." I shook her hand, and wore the most awkward smile. How awkward.

I feel so ugly beside her. "It's nothing Alice." It's like Christmas with the family all over again, where you don't recall the people but they talk like they knew you your whole life. Meanwhile, I'm here nodding like a complete idiot.

How could I forget such a face?

"Hez, I can't believe you forgot." Ohhh that Russian lady I met. It was almost there. "I'm sorry." She nudges my side "Just kidding." She was that hot girl I met when Harry and I shopped for new... Harry.

Why does everything I do or everyone I meet lead back to him. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Anyway.

Small world. Is his brother from our school?
"Yeah, where does your brother study?" I tried to search for someone who looks, like her maybe. Light brown hair and hot too.

"He's a college student now, but he isn't really focused on his education in Washington State University. It's like he's obsessed with your school" she pauses to take a sip on her cup. "And he didn't even graduate here." How weird.
I diverted my attention to the field, peeking at the sides of a jumping man. Damn it. Guess I have to endure the whole game.

"And why is that?" Same old nosy me.

"I do not know too. Eh, I've only met him last year, he's like a son to me already." Right, half- brother.
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"Here's Horan going for an offense" With the least of view I could get, I can see Niall and Zayn, I suppose, pushing each other.

"What- what is going on" the commentators sounded so panicked and the monotonous sound of the microphone bugs my ears.

"Call the medics!"

(Yep, I lost some readers from the other countries, the last time I checked both books :( please do read, and vote. Fan and comment maybe, the comment section is very lonely.... and please please please share this to your friends, within your country or outside, this still has a lot to offer I promise. Merry Christmas, All the love -Audirectioner1Dxx)