I Don't Know My Protector?

Chapter6: Sleepover Night

We were playing soccer in my yard, it was, my brother, Pablo and I. At the moment I have the ball, I was going to kick it in the goal, but then Pablo got in my way.

"Pablo!" I yell as I fall on top of him. I could've made that goal. I am so disappointed right now, I ought to punch him where the sun don't shine, but, since I'm a nice person, I won't do it.

"I like this feeling." He gestured to our position, I was currently on top of him as he put his hand behind his head and use the other to tap my chin.

"Can you to quit flirting and get back to the game!" Juan yelled as I rolled my eyes. I got off of Pablo, and helped him from the ground.

"Rose, Zane and them are going to come over later." My brother said as he passed me the ball.

"And I care why?" I raised an eyebrow. As I attempted to kick the ball in the goal, Pablo ran into me making me fall over, again, but this time not on top of him.

"Are you serious!" I argued as I got up and dusted myself off. Pablo rolled his eyes and got up doing the same.

"What did you do to Zane? He said he's sorry, I don't know why though, but he's been really down since last week." He said as he ran for the ball.

"If Zane was sorry, he would tell me himself." I said as he passed the ball back to Pablo. I attempted to snatch it from him, but he made it in the goal.

"Wow, Rose, you really suck." He snickered as my brother passed the ball to me.

"Let's see you steal it from me now." I mumbled to myself. I did a few tricks, and I made sure he was far enough, so I could kick the ball without falling on my ass again. This time I made it in the goal and my ass did not meet the ground.

"Yes!" I cheered. "Ha! You didn't drop me this time!" I snickered. As I was cheering, I felt myself being lifted from the ground, I whipped my head around to see who picked me up.

"Zane!" I yell as he slowly and carefully  places me back on the ground as if I were a baby.

"Congrats on your goal?" He said as if he couldn't figure out to say in a question or statement.

"Thanks." I mumbled, as I rolled my eyes at him. I turn around to get back to the game, but he then spinned me around, and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Rose, I'm sorry about last week, it's just that, that stuff can kill you, and I don't want to have to attend a funeral and know that it's my fault because I didn't take it from you, please forgive me." He bit his lip, and looked at me with sad eyes as if he were about to break out with a tear.

"Fine, I forgive you." I hugged him and he tightened the hug. "Could you hug me a little less tighter, my bones are about to break."

"Oh, sorry." He let go of me as his lips seemed to pull up.

"Rose, are we playing, or are you just gonna' make out with your boyfriend the whole time?" Pablo asked sarcastically as he passed me the ball.

I gladly took the ball and we continued to play. Zane and I were a team, and Juan and Pablo were a team.

I low-key wish Pablo was my teammate though, since he's really good in soccer. The game ended with their team winning, Zane and I lost by 2, so we were close. Again, Pablo is really good at soccer.

"Daniel's coming." Zane said breaking the silence. A small smile formed on lips. I haven't seen Daniel in a while,

"When is getting he-" Before I could finish my sentence a black truck pulled up to the driveway, and Daniel got out of the passenger side, as he said bye to whoever dropped him off.