Hands (#MidnightSunMovieContest)

Caroline and Robby

Caroline knew she was in deep shit when she made eye contact with Robby in the stands.
He stood, in the student section, scanning the stadium, and a small smile broke on his lips.
He nodded at her and then turned away, watching the football game. The floodlights reflected off his varsity jacket shifting as he raised his arm to run his fingers through his spiky hair.
A short girl pulled on his arm.
Caroline watched him smile down at her and watched her lift herself to whisper something in his ear.
Caroline turned her focus to the football game, not wanting to witness this private moment between Robby and a girl who was not her.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she forcefully swatted it away hoping her mascara was undisturbed. She didn't expect to see him tonight- she should have, his team playing hers, but she didn't prepare herself for it. Caroline ground her teeth together, recalling the moment she first ever saw Robby.

It was a night game, two weeks earlier. She had gone to her friends school for their game, hoping to meet some new people and to watch some good football. Robby introduced himself with a bright smile.
"Robby Martin! Sophomore! I've seen you before, you play hockey right"
Caroline was immediatly drawn to him, his bright smile and dark eyes. He carried himself the way adults she knew did, with a confidence and poise most high school boys would never know.
"Yeah, for Livingston. I'm Caroline, Senior" She smiled back at him and reached to shake his hand.
He held it for a little too long. Caroline would remember that when she saw him two weeks later.
She remembered his rough hands, the way hers fit with it. He grinned at her, barely allowing his teeth to peek through, and admitted his hands were sweaty from all the clapping.
She pretended that made sense.
Caroline turned away from him, and returned to talking to her friends, but tossed her head over her shoulder allowing it to graze his hands.
Tonight, Caroline had something she wanted to tell him. Her hands were sweatier than his that night. She didn't mind that he was two years younger, or that they went to different high schools.
She wanted him to smile at her, run his fingers in her hair, show her how to be confident like him.
But that football game, that nod, that whisper, all showed her it was just a fantasy. Robby was for someone else. Not for her.
She had gotten so attached to a boy she met once that she forgot he possibly wasn't attached in the same way. He wanted to smile at someone else.
Caroline focused on the football game, the cheers of the crowd, and forced herself to forget how he held her hand and her gaze.
She felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned.
"Hey, Caroline, right?" Robby smiled, only at her.