In Love with My Best Friend

Chapter 4. How We Suffered Pain Together

How we suffered pain together...

"Wait for me in the bleachers until soccer practice is over. And watch of course," Another order came from my high-and-mighty master.

"B-but, my mom's gonna pick me up in a few," I reasoned though the idea was tempting. I'd watched him in his practice but not to the point that I had to wait 'til it's over. Because mom always had to pick me up early.

"Are you defying my orders, my slave?" He asked. I shook my head, smiling inside of how I was starting to love that possessive address. "Just tell your mom you're going home late. I'll take you home." I groaned.

"Why'd I have to watch him anyway?" I asked myself though I must have said it aloud because he heard me and looked at me disapprovingly.

"Give your master some moral support, will you? Besides, let's take this as a test of your loyalty."

"I am loyal to you, master. You just want to make my life miserable," I said.

He just chuckled and left.

I called my mom telling her that I was going home late and she didn't have to pick me up. I had to make alibis, of course.

So there, I watched him run back and forth the field. What kind of game is this? Is there a point in just running back and forth chasing the ball? I didn't get why they had to invent this kind of game. For goodness' sake, it's a huuuge field to cover! Didn't that sound exhausting? I'd faint before I could even reach the middle.

I had fun watching him though. And I couldn't contain the joy when he scored a goal, his head automatically whipped to my direction and smiled at me like he just won in FIFA. While I jumped up and down in the bleachers like some crazy audience watching FIFA.

"So how was my play?" he asked when we're on our way to the bus stop. His ride didn't came that night so we didn't have a ride home and we had to take a bus.

This would be my first time in this area since Mom would always pick me up. Now that it's dark, the street gave me the creeps. It's like I was in The Nightmare on Elm Street setting that if Blake wasn't with me I'd be screaming for help (even though the killer's not here yet.) Plus it was chilly too that I kept on shivering.

"Good," I said.

"That's it? Just good?" he asked disappointed.

"What? Do you want me to describe how you played in my nice, poetic words, master?" I asked teasing him. I don't know where I got the nerve to ask him that.

"Nevermind. Do you wanna borrow my jacket?" he asked finally noticing me shivering.

"Is it okay?" I asked. He shrugged his jacket off and placed it above my shoulder. "Well, thanks."

"Can't have my slave getting sick, who else am I gonna boss around?" he mumbled.

Before I could even react, two men both with baseball bats in their hands showed up approaching us slowly. Blake, sensing the danger, instinctively stepped in front of me. I panicked. Was this really happening?

"Well, evening, kids. What are you doing out here? Don't bother answering. We just need your money," said one of them flailing the bat. He sounded drunk.

"We don't have any," Blake answered sternly.

"Jeez, Blake, I have some cash here. I'll just give it to them," I said in whisper. I cannot wait to be out of here! I was so scared I could pee anytime.