The Blood-Bound Bond

Chapter Three: Fight Club.

The week seemed to fly right on by and before I knew it, it was Thursday evening. I got ready in my usual black attire, ditching the school spirit. I knew that attending this was going to be a mistake, I knew that I shouldn't go. However, I wanted to, at the same time. There was a part of me that craved trouble, a part of me that liked the idea of danger. Putting on my thick eyeliner and straightening my hair, I pondered all the possibilities of that night. When I was finally done, I went downstairs, walking towards the door.

"I got you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for your game, if you get hungry. Made with love, I promise." He admired, handing the brown paper bag to me on my way out the door.

"Funny, I didn't know platonic affection was a commonly-used food ingredient." I jokingly fired back, walking out of my home and closing the door. It was dark as I drove myself to the game, the headlights from each individual car almost blinding me on the way there. My car was a piece of shit SUV in a garbage green shade, a loan from my grandma. It could spontaneously combust at any moment and I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. When I finally arrived, I hit the brakes, parked near the football field, took my bag, and started walking towards the bleachers. I got myself a coke, to go along with my sandwich and sat down near my friends.

However, I wasn't very familiar with the girl on my left. She had raven black hair in unkempt spirals, and a light brown skin tone, clean and free of pimples and other imperfections. Her personal style looked very loud, with the bright neon shades, multiple types of prints, and witty sayings on them against her voluptuous figure. However, her actual self looked anything but loud. I wondered on whether or not I should say anything. Ultimately, I decided that introducing myself couldn't hurt.

"Hey!" I called towards the girl, my call met with a look my way. "I like your shirt." I finished off, with a smile returned towards me. "I'm Zoe."

"Teresa, and thanks. It was a gift from my mom on Christmas. We have this ongoing joke that none of us can survive without coffee, so that's where it came from." She explained, laughing a big, hearty laugh as she recalled the joke, as I attempted to laugh at it without context.

"Nonetheless, it's a pretty sick shirt. Have you ever gone to these games before? I'm a junior, but this will be my first time and I kind of want to know what I'm getting into." I inquired, examining the field in order to attempt to brace myself.

"Yeah, I went to this game in my freshman year. I'm a sophomore now. It's pretty boring if you're not into it. All you do is watch guys tackle each other. It's great if you're into that sort of thing, though." Teresa remarked, rolling her eyes.

"And are you into it?" I pondered, with a teasing grin.

"I'm into it when my guy's in it. He's got the jersey with the number one on it." She admitted in reply, blushing even at the mention of him.

Muscles, I knew him. There was no way she scored him, but I wasn't going to rag on her about it.

"The quarterback, nice catch. Are you dating him?" I asked, beaming at her excitement.

"Not exactly. It's just a crush, for now. I've liked him since the eighth grade, though. I'm sure he'll return the feelings sooner or later, I hope."

"With your personality? I'm pretty positive of it, actually. Plus, two years is pretty consistent, he might admire that. Even if he doesn't, most football players are stupid, so I'm sure if you speak slowly and don't use big words, he'll get the hint." I reassured her, before looking at my other surroundings.

"I almost forgot to introduce my friends. These are Beavis, Butthead, and Weeaboo. Common folk call them Ryder, Zane, and Emily. Guys, this is Teresa." I introduced, leaning back so I could show my new-found friend their faces.