To Forget it Ever Happened

To Depart~3

It was 8-10 and we were sadly behind on the score board. Everyone from my school sat all around me, swearing and clutching their stomachs in apprehension. Half of them looked nauseous, the other half, absolutely livid. They were seething in the bleachers, throwing the Jaguars team and crowd of people who came to watch them, the middle finger.

I was hugging Jacob's forest green jersey to my chest. I'd traditionally always wear it to his games for luck but tonight, the jacket wasn't doing us Oakies any justice, and I was freezing. I unwillingly shivered at the cold.The wind was tousling my curly locks in the night air. I kept trying to tame my hair down, pressing my palms to my scalp. My hair probably resembled tangled weeds within a birds nest.

"Jaguars, it's past your bedtime, Jaguars it's past your bedtime!" A group of seniors that I had recognized, screeched at the field.

Speaking of the field, Jacob's jersey number was 33 and I kept my eyes trailing that number like a hawk. I winced every time his body slammed onto the grass and cringed every time a player shoved his build into another player's. I hurriedly decided to get up to find some food for a distraction. It was painful watching the one you love get hurt and you being helpless against it just numbs you all over.

I ordered some french fries, despite that their was a pickle stand right beside me. I shivered again, feeling disgusted. I hated pickles. I jogged back to my spot and people shoved their way past me, leaving the bleachers in a haste and pretty soon everyone started leaving. I sighed angrily, the game did not just end! Jacob would kill me if he didn't see me on the bleachers. He'd always do a celebratory dance on the field and point at me, it was my favorite part.

Once I found my way to the bleachers,I looked up at the score board and the deafening sound of the announcer came on. "Have a good night, folks.  The depressing score of 28-17 leaves the champions going home with a nice victory. Nice win, Oakies, but we Jaguars, will get you guys next year!"

I let out a sigh of relief and ran as fast as I could with the french fries still in my hand up to the boys changing room doorway. I waited idly for Jacob to come out. He'd usually skip taking a shower after a game that I'd show up to and he'd miss the after parties just so we could hang out. But today he was strangely missing. I kept practicing my lines over and over again to myself, I had decided that today was the day I was going to tell him I love him. 

"Hey Jake, um I like your Einstein hair because it's really sexy and and-..." I shook my head, "No that won't work,"

Where is he?

Maybe he's out in the parking lot waiting for me by his car? That's it! I thought victoriously as I sprinted towards the parking lost. But the brown haired monster I missed badly was still missing.

But wait, don't the players drive to away games in the school buses? 

I tried withholding my hand from face palming myself before I wandered to the food stand, weighting out my chances to find Jacob there. The boy did love his food, I thought smiling. The wind was getting fiercer so I hugged Jacob's football jersey closer to my arms to keep humidity.

The sound of blood curdling screams made me whip my head backwards. A group of five males surrounded one figure who was holding on to his private parts in agony. The guy on the floor layed on the ground with his knees slumped onto the pavement.

"Your just a little fag aren't you, Holloway?" A deep voice sneered.

I blinked confused, that was Jacob's last name. Why are these guys beating Jacob? Jacob wasn't gay...he couldn't be. I mean, he always made perverted comments I just...assumed that he was straight.