Shades of Cool

s. i. x.

Sex by The 1975 (Ryan Hemsworth Mix)

"I have a question."

"I don't have the answer." I weave through over zealous teenagers underneath the bright stadium lights.

"You most def have the answer."

"It depends on your question." I try to balance the nachos in on hand and my phone and drink in the other.

"You just said you don't have the answer."

"I'm a compulsive liar."

"And full of shit."

"I thought you knew that already." Annie and I found open seats in the crowded stands. We settle down and I pop a nacho in my mouth.

"Do you like Finn?" Annie finally said, looking my way.

I chew my nacho and think about the question. I really didn't have the answer. I don't know if I like Finn, I don't really know him that well.

"I don't know." I tell her honestly. She looks down at her soda and nods. I don't ask her why she wanted to know; I didn't want to know the answer.

I like the way he looks. He has shoulder length blonde hair, golden tanned skin, and a goofy smile. He's really funny. I guess I'm interested in him.

"TOUCHDOWN!" The crowd cheers and I clap my hand occupied with nachos to the one that's holding my soda.

I don't know why our football games always interested me. I love the hype and the cheering; the spirit of it all. I know enough about football to follow along and cheer. Annie doesn't mind coming with me, she loves talking to new people.

I have my headphones in one ear and Annie in the other. She is talking about having a get together with everyone tonight. I'm half listening because of the game and my music. I feel a small pressure against my head.

"What the fuck?" I grab at the spot. I turn around and look behind me. I don't see anything. I eat another nacho and turn back to the game. I feel the same thing, like someone was throwing something at my fucking head.

I whirl around. The only people looking at me are the people sitting behind me, probably trying to figure out if I'm crazy or not.

I turn around again. Slowly. Glaring at my surroundings. I feel a bunch this time.

"Okay!" I stand up. I hear a chorus of laughter. I see Finn and Harrison rolling around in laughter a few rows up from me.

"You're mine, Wiley!" I yell up at him.

"About damn time, Tilde." He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. 

I start to climb up to where he is sitting and he gets up, running away from me.

"You little shit."

I run after him. He runs down the aisle, making his way out of the stadium and to the concession stands. I follow him. Obviously I lose him in the fucking ocean of people. I slow down, gauging my surroundings.

I see him peeking from behind the bathrooms. I point at him.

"Stop where you are, Finnegan."

He holds his hands up in surrender and I walk towards him.

"Drop it." I form my hand into a gun. I could see pieces of popcorn fisted in his hands. He opens one fist and popcorn pieces fall. "Now the other."

He smirks at me and throws the remaining pieces of popcorn at me. He laughs, holding his stomach and doubling over. I look around and pick a half drank Pepsi off the ground and pour it on him.