Persona Book I (BWWM)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Afia P.O.V. (Third)

Afia was confused, no she was more than confused she was dumbfounded. How in the hell did he think she was going to take this new-found information? She had a headache and she wanted to skip the game and catch the public bus home, she could only handle so much crap. But she didn't she stayed after school and she put up with the girl's shit.

She sat there a couple of feet away from them and just watched Ben practiced, She, could not believe how graceful he looked, he looked kind of like a ballerina but in football form, Afia remembered her sister telling her when they were watching Angelo play football, she said, 'Even though you don't understand you have to realize that it is beautiful.' Afia still didn't get it but she almost did though, the way he caught the ball and how he shifted plays when one didn't work out amazed her. How even though him and Ryan did not get along they came together as a team and found a way to solve a problem. She hated the sport but she loved the players who played it, because they were the ones who made it beautiful.

"Hey Afia are you there?" Ashley said, Afia did not notice that spot next to her became filled.

She turned her head towards Ashley and said, "Yes."

"Is this your first game?" Ashley questioned ignoring the suspicious stares they got.

"Yes, what about you?" Afia said turning back to the players seeing that they have already started warming up.

"Of course, not, haven't missed one since Freshmen year, Omar insists that I am his good luck charm." She laughed rolling her eyes.

"That is a lot of games." I laughed.

"Yeah it is, and I remember clearly my first game, I did not know anything about football and so I went along with whatever the crowd did and so when our team lost I didn't care because I hated football but when I saw Omar walk out of the locker room disappointed, that's was when I started to care because I hated seeing him disappointed and so that night I went home and learned damn near everything I could about football." She finished with a smile reminiscing the memory.

"I just don't understand it," I said looking at the different numbers that lined the football field. "In my country, you would play football with your feet." I laughed.

She laughed and said, "You have so much to learn."

So, when the game started she started to explain everything to Afia, the types of calls, the positions and their purposes and the different ways to get points.

It was halftime and the opposite team were up by three points and Afia was already into the game.

"Do you have a feel for the game?" She said twisting the cap to her beverage.

"No, but I do know that I want them to win." Afia said looking at the cheerleaders go through a complicated routine.

"Then you do have a feel for the game." She smiled bumping my shoulder.

"But don't you get worried, when they make so much contact with one another." Afia said thinking back to earlier when Omar made head on head contact with the player.

"Of course, I am nervous every time he steps on the field," She said looking like she was deep in thought. "Since he is a cornerback he makes the most contact out of all of them, I always tell him 'do you have to be aggressive' and he always says 'it's my job'." She had tears in her eyes and for the first time she looked terrified.

Afia felt bad so she quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into her shoulder crying and she said, "It's painful to watch the one you love be in pain."