Broken

| 5 | Number 43 Going for the Win

"Let's hear it for the South High Lions!!!" roars the guy in the box, and I watch as the football players from my school burst through the doors and run out to the field like a pack of wild animals.

I hear the screams of everyone around me. Guys are stomping on the bleachers and girls are acting like sluts throwing themselves at their boyfriends while popping out their boobs to shove in the guy's faces. I roll my eyes, but I'm not bothered for long when I see a certain number lead the way out to the field.

Number 43.

He brings a smile to my face immediately.

The game starts off with the visiting team winning. I only know that because my side is booing a lot, but then the best thing happens. Number 43 has the ball, and I'm positive it's a good thing because it seems to have every single person on their feet... including myself.

Come on, Tyler. Run.

He takes off down the field, and I feel the excitement boil inside of me as he dodges every single person that tries to attack him. All of them busting their ass on the turf.

He's so close to the end of the field. Come on Tyler!! Run!!

"Ladies and gentlemen we have number 43 going for the win!!" screams the guy in the box.

That's when he finally makes it. He freaking makes it to the end zone or whatever this football shit is, and I jump up and down like a mad woman. I can't help it, I am just so incredibly excited.

The whole teams rushes up to him and they pick him up. He sits upon the shoulders of all of his teammates. He just won the game for them.

I can't help but feel so happy for him. Then it happens. We lock eyes from across the field and he gives me a small smile before he hops off the shoulders of all of those guys and starts running towards me.

What the hell is he doing?

I stand at the edge of the bleachers that is up about 5 feet higher than the ground and watch as he now stands right there with a giant smile on his face.

"So, how'd I do?" he asks me like I'm the only one he sees. We've gained the attention of some others around me. I feel my heart rate pick up at all the eyes, but his eyes are telling me to look at him and only him, and I do.

"You did good." I say and smile at him only a little. He did do good. He did better than good.

But he surprises me when his hands are on the bar in front of me, hurling himself up and over on the bleachers. Our bodies clash together making me think I'm going to fall, but he holds my arms to keep me from doing so. He's so unbelievably close, and I feel my cheeks turning warm with all of the extra attention from others around us.

"Shouldn't you be down there with your teammates?" I ask him with my voice shaking.

"No, the games over. Now it's time for the after party." he says with a wicked grin.

"What after party?"

"The party at my house, and you're going to be there." he says finally letting go of me. I laugh a little and shake my head.

"I don't do parties."

"But you would do it for me, so you're coming." he says and I can't help but grin.

"Fine. I'll go, but that doesn't mean I'll have any fun."

"You will." he says to me and then he turns around and jumps off the bleachers. He even looks good while being a complete show off.