The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

The Most Dangerous Game

I don't know when football season ends or starts, but I'm to lazy to check and I don't have WiFi right now soooo. Also if you don't understand the title of this chapter, we can't be friends anymore.

"Are you okay?" He stops pacing and turns to me, I look into his frantic eyes filled with doubt

"Yeah! I'm fine," he smiles, far too wide to be genuine.

"Look, I-I don't have to go..." I say softly, giving him a reassuring smile. He seems thrilled at the statement, sighing in relief.

"Really?" He grabs my arms, squeezing them, as if this scenario just isn't possible.

"Yeah, I'll be fine!" I lie, giving him my warmest fake smile. He sits next to me, resting his hand on my knee, giving me the sweetest smile, delighted by the fact that I won't mess something up and accidentally out us. He cuddles into me, laying his head in my lap. I travel my hand through his hair, playing with every blonde strand. I lay back, Sean, noticing this, lays back with me. I wrap my arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Just when i thought we couldd get any closer, he buries his face into my chest, pulling me with his arms that wrap around my waist.

The comfortable silence is broken by Sean's text tone. He pulls out his phone, immediatly jumping out of my grasp as he sees the screen. I shift my position around the spot that Sean was in.

"What's wrong?" I whine, covering my eyes and groaning because I'm already missing his warmth.

"Nothing," he sounds shaky and nervous, I uncover my face to see him looking at the screen intensely while biting his lip. I'm now genuinely worried, but he said it was nothing so I don't say anything.

"You can go," I shoot my head up in surprise before actually understanding what he's saying.

"What?" I question him, because this is the sceneeio that seems the most unlikely. He sighs, turning off his phone.

"You can go to the game," I'm fueled with excitement.

"Are you serious?" I say with a big stupid grin.

"Yeah," he sighs, putting on a fake smile. I'm so overjoyed that I jump out of bed and tackle him in hugs. We almost fall over, but unlike me, he has balance. I don't know what about that phone changed his mind, but I'm glad it did.
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I grab the sleeve of my large black sweatshirt, pulling it off the coat rack. I throw it over my body, feeling a slight relief that I don't have to put on a winter jacket because of the recent rise in temperature. But, just to be safe, I throw on a beanie.

I walk over to the door, picking up the pre-packed tote bag full of some snacks, a bottle of water, a blanket, and a few other things that could keep me company while I quietly cheer on my lovely.

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" I yell, mid-exit through the door. My mom turns her head around the kitchen corner, waving at me and giving me a soft smile.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear my dad's low voice say, not daring to look away from his oh so important game that plays on the TV. I stutter, trying to find the correct words to say, before my mom saves the day.

"Oh! He's going to a football game!" My mom's loud voice echoes throughout the rooms as her voice escapes the kitchen. My dad, to my surprise, removes his eyes from the whopping $2000 twelve by six inch flat screen TV, as he reminds me constantly.

"The game? A football game? I thought you didn't like football," I nervously laugh, lightly punching him in the shoulder, explaining that I always have. Though that is in fact a lie, I say it to keep him off my back. He approves with a nod and a pursed lip, returning to his studies of football.

I walk out the main entrance of my house, taking in the subtle coolness of the air. I walk across the cement driveway which is now coated with melted ice. I begin to speed walk down the sidewalk, looking down at my worn-out Converse shoes speed along the dark pavement.

As soon as my house isn't in view, I reach in the bag and pull out my small box cigarettes, grabbing the lighter from my jeans pocket. I inhale a dose of the nicotine, feeling the burning sensation coarse through my lungs. I take it in til I reach the school, and even by then the stick has reached less than half its length. I toss it in a small pile of snow, melting it's surroundings almost in an intstant. I take a deep inhale of the cool air, feeling the sweet relief when I feel it travel through my system rather than slice at my throat.

I hear cheering giving me the hint that I'm a little late. I check my phone that reads 8:23, which means the game shouldn't have started yet. I hurry to the entrance, buying tickets at the door. I walk through, seeing all the people covered in black and purple clothing and facepaint, screaming and chanting as the teams throw a ball around and girls dance in their mini skirts. I tense up at how loud it is, but keep going, finding my seat in the middle of the stands. I spot Sean, who, at first, looks surprised to see me, but then smiles for split second before returning to his game.

I see him running towards one of the large yellow things that look like a weird looking 'Y'. He slams the ball on the colored grass, causing the crowd to go into a frenzy. Oh, god. Every scream sounds like someone dying, what if someone is dying right now? We wouldn't know because there's too much screaming. I can't get the picture out of my head, someone under the stands, being brutally stabbed to death with a switchblade, or someone in the stands having a heart attack, or one of the cheerleaders snapping their neck when they fail to do a stunt. I have to get out of here.

"excuse me," are the words I have to say constantly just to get out of this fucking mess of a crowd. I make it out, running down the stairs, trying to get past people who are trying to get back to their seats, almost knocking over some guy's popcorn. I find my way to the end of the stairs looking out into the field, finding people crowding Sean, I can't see him. What happened? Oh, god, he's probably dead. I almost break down in tears just thinking about it.

The crowd fades off revealing that Sean is okay. What seems to be more okay and alive than ever... I run out, finding my way behind a tree, just outside of the stadium. The picture burns into my skull, revealing itself through my eyes covered in glossy tears. Everytime I blink I see their bodies pressed together, holding each other tight, lips pressed together in such a passionate way.

I guess their love affair was bound to happen. Its only the most obvious scene. Sean's the quarterback, and she's head cheerleader.

Alex is the perfect girl for him.

And Sean deserves the best.