Soccer Romance

Odd.

Last chapter recap:

All goes silent and he leans in for a kiss, the air between us electric. His face is so mesmerizing. He places his hands on my hips and grabs my face, looking my directly into my eyes. "You're beautiful, you know that right?!" I simply nod and look back into his eyes. They overwhelm me, I feel like the depths his eyes take me to are depths no one else can. I get lost in his eyes. His lips travel towards mine.

Matthew?! What do you think you're doing?! We are at church! Get in the car right now.

Matt turns a brilliant shade of red and let's out a deep sigh.

Matt: Sorry Naomi. See You Around.

Me: Bye.

The previous event left me depressed and I longed for the next time I would see him.

I find it odd that I get attention from guys outside of school, but on campus the opposite gender hardly acknowledges my existence. Naomi? Who the f**k is that? Maybe it's because I'm a ginger or maybe it's because I only hang out with a few popular people. I might get SOME existence acknowledgement In P.E. I am the #1 Girl athlete in all of my coaches classes and that says a lot. I run the mile in 7:00 or less. I can do a tonne of situps, pull ups and I can squat more than most of the guys. Even then. They don't see me as Girlfriend Material, but competition instead.

Hurt feelings are never good, but lost friends really depress me. Lately all of my friends have been getting into really cute relationships and I'm here in the loner corner eating poptarts and petting a cat. And At home isn't any better. Family problems consume most of my time and my thoughts usually wonder to a far off land, where Matt and I are a couple, my family is perfect and life is dandy, but of course life can't be like that. Without bad would we even have any good? I don't really know. Can we know happiness without suffering? I get really deep when I'm sad.  My room brings a bit of sadness, but family, friends and a battle with myself consumes most of my tears. My room. An interesting place that holds my secrets. The walls are covered in old maps, different traveling quotes and mason jars filled with things like compasses, foreign money and other knick knacks. Partly because I find it beautiful, but also because I am desperate for travel. Even though my dad is in the military it isn't the same. I long for Adventure. Sometimes I just sit on my bed looking at the maps as one salty tear trickles down my cheek. When it rains it's even worse. I see the rain pouring, the smell overwhelming my nostrils. I dream of Europe and sitting in a warm bakery, eating pastries and drinking tea, with a good book in my hands. The rain falling down on the cobblestone streets, the people walking through the streets with their polychromatic umbrellas. The black and deep blue sky swirling with rage, while the people down below laugh and dance in the rain. It only takes a while for me to snap back into reality, to see the maps on the walls once more. I stop dreaming and run my fingers on the rough paper, Germany, Africa, Paris, Russia, Tokyo, Ireland, Rome, Spain, Turkey. I swear I will walk on the streets of these places one day. Feel the ocean breeze, eat their delicacies and live like there is no tomorrow, but for now I slip under the covers, listening to the rain pitter patter against my window.

It feels like forever since I have seen Matt and Tomorrow is Wednesday.

Me: So, do you think Matt will be there tomorrow?

Luna: No. He hardly ever comes. I mean I never even see him.

Me: I'm not just going for him anyways, so it's cool if he does go and if not, that's cool too. Although my hypothesis is that he had soccer practice on Wednesday nights, just like I did. But now he'll start coming.