The frozen winter breeze brushed against my red burning cheeks and I shiver as I breathe through my mouth as my nose was too painful from sitting still for so long.
"Are you okay?" I turned my head towards the voice coming from behind me and saw a guy.
He's sitting comfortably just two stairs above mine on this bleachers.
I looked at him carefully as if I'm taking his face all into my memory. He has a dark curly hair that's slightly shaved from the sides and I'm guessing also in the back as he wears his hoodie. His pale complexion highlights his cheeks and nose as they're red from the cold.
His ears has one of those black circular earrings that separates him from a normal teenager to an "edgy" one. Or at least that's what they'd like to think.
To top it all off, he has a cigarette burning lazily right between his fingers.
"You want some?" He asks offering it to me, he must've noticed me staring at it.
He's wearing a red hoodie like I've mentioned, paired with ripped jeans and marooned converse.
"No thank you, I don't smoke." I scoffed. Even if I wanted to and voluntarily indulge myself in such a bad habit I couldn't, I need my lungs for sports.
That's also the reason my I'm in training in the middle of a freezing hell.
"Alright." He says dismissively as I decided to turn around and go back to looking at the field where my team mates run like a pack of wolves chasing a deer.
The way he speaks, it's very smooth and confident, I thought. It gives me the impression that he knows me and we're already friends, not necessarily a bad thing I guess.
Unlike me, all I have is a deep voice and almost too monotone to the point that it's boring. Although it doesn't really bother me as I've already figured that people only like me because I'm a "Jock" or something like that and one of the "cool guys" from a cliché chic flick movies.
And I'm also not blind to the fact that my face being attractive probably contributes to people taking an interest in me.
"Aren't you supposed to be in there?" I heard him ask out of nowhere and I'm guessing he's talking about the football training.
I didn't answer, instead I spat infront of me. I don't want to talk to anyone right now, especially a stranger. I've been told that I come across as a dick sometimes because of my body movements and mannerism but when I'm not in the mood, you can visibly tell.
"That was rude." He says under his breath as he lets out a tiny laugh but enough for me to hear.
I took a deep breath, calmed myself and answered without looking at him. "I was, but I got into a fight so the dumbass coach put me in a time out." I answered looking at the coach shouting from the distance towards the team with his sturdy stance and his arms crossed.
He scoffed "Funny, your dumb coach happens to be my dad. At least we have something in common." He says.
It was then I realised who he is.
"Oh...Brandon right?" I turned around and looked at him. I only know his name because coach mentions himself having a son sometimes.
Coach always jokes about his son being a disappointment towards his expectations and how we are all are more of a son to him than Brandon ever was since he hit puberty.
We all laugh about it. I laugh about it. Never really thinking that he's a real person that exist.
But I can definitely understand where coach is coming from, Brandon doesn't seem the athletic type coach has to work with everyday.
"Just Bran." He saluted with his free hand and looked at me and nodded his head as if to ask 'how about you?'
"Kyle. I'm sorry about what I said, dick move." If someone said that about my dad they wouldn't even have the time to apologise with a busted lip and a broken rib.
"Well Kyle, he's dumb so there's no point in apologising for being observant." He says and inhaled another smoke. He's movements are very carefree and calculated at the same time. I don't even know if that makes sense.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for him. I don't have my car at the moment so I need to suffer with him like the good old days." He makes it sound like coach is just the absolute worst, which I shouldn't be surprised with but I've thought that he's only an asshole because he wants us to become better and he actually loves his family and his son aside from all the side remarks.
I also for a long time have the thought that the son he talks about was younger not a teenager like me.
"Did he take your car away?" I asked. Most likely considering how coach really puts him in a negative light whenever his name comes up, and I wouldn't be surprised if Bran likes to make his dad angry. I know a lot of teenagers who loves doing that.
"No, I had a little accident and now he's paranoid that I'm trying to kill myself." Maybe coach isn't a bad dad, maybe Brandon is just the problem?
"What with all that emo thingy going on? I wouldn't think so?" I said sarcastically and smirked.
"Right?" He answered as sarcastically that we both giggled like children, then there was a pause.
"Listen, I know we've just met but I'm gonna think that you're alright and not a serial killer. It's Friday so me and my friends are gonna hangout later, you can come with us if you like." He says, his face is more serious now instead of smiling at me.
It has been long since I've come out of my house and chill somewhere else, he's also right, it's Friday so why not. I waited a couple of seconds to answer as I did not want to sound so eager.
"Ok. Where is it?" I asked.
"It's in my friends house so, here." he says as he pulls his bag underneath his legs that I didn't even notice.
He takes a crumpled paper and straightened it and grabs a pen. He writes something down quickly and gives it to me.
"That's my phone number, I'll just text you when we decide which house. It's kind of a 'who can give the lamest excuse why we can't be in their house' kind of thing." He says and puts his pen back inside his bag and stood up.
I turned towards the field and realised that the training was over, so I also stood up and grabbed my helmet.
I looked at him as he's putting his bag on and stepped on the cigarette that he dropped on the floor. He started walking downwards and looked at me.
"So, see you tonight? You better not flake out?" He says jokingly as he widens his eyes to threaten me.
"I'll try. See you." I slightly waved at him trying to act normal and smiled.
(To be continued)
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