Misconstrue

"...the THIRD time's the charm..."

"...take care of the next."

Today's the day.

I'll just sit through the entire ninety minutes as I pretend to understand what's going on, then we'll see what happens after. I can totally do it. This is me taking care of what comes next. So, if he asks to go on a date, I'll say yes, if he decides to kiss me after, I won't freeze up. 

"Balei." I place the dark red lipstick on the vanity as I turn to face him. "It's just a football match, no need to get all dolled up."

I turn away from the impatient man as I inspect my makeup once more. Poor Ben, he has no idea the work that needs to be done if I am to score tonight. "Just shut up and be happy that you got free tickets." I adjust my top. "This is an opportunity for me, I'll sure as hell make the most of it."

Ben sighs softly. "Whatever you say. By the way, how do you feel about seeing that guy again?"

I furrow my eyebrows as I go in search of my trusted low heeled ankle strap shoes. "What guy?" As soon as I find them, I hold them midair. "What'd you think?"

He nods his head in approval. "You might be dumb but at least you have style." I stick my tongue out. "I'm talking about Emilio, the guy whose eyes were blessed by the beauty of your fully endowed chest."

I scoff as the memory of that day comes to mind. "I haven't even thought about that, and I doubt we'll meet face-to-face today anyway."

"True." Ben quickly gets off the bed. "Can we leave now? Don't start to get all jittery when we get stuck in traffic."

I spend the first five minutes of the drive to the stadium checking and retouching my makeup, Ben decided to blast songs from his playlist as he ignored my actions. I smile to myself as I got the chance to listen to Ben sing softly in Hebrew. There are people in this world who build on themselves so that they can gain a talent. On the other hand, there are people in this world who are naturally talented, and Ben just happens to be one of those persons. 

"Do you need company, or can I sleep for a bit?"

I look over at him, with his eyes on the road, he nods his head at my question. "It's roughly fifteen minutes to the stadium, but with the traffic it'll take a while, get some rest."

Those minutes come and go in flash, I didn't really get to sleep as my mind did that thing again, my thoughts ran rampant like an angry mob and so I could only close my eyes in pretense. I realize that I might be fooling myself, as there's no way I'm ready for what's to come. 

To say the parking lot's a bit crowded would be an understatement. Numerous cars are aligned in various parking spots, as spectators donned in their red and light blue make their way to the different entrances. I've been living in London for a while now and this is actually my first time coming to a football match. 

I also hope it's my last. 

"Where's your guy?"

I pause mid-stride as I rummage through my bag. "Hold on let me look at his text."

"Let's go City!"

I jump slightly as a group of rowdy fans passes by us. "I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea."

"It's fine, I can manage." I look down at the phone screen as I blatantly ignore Ben's worrisome tone. "Oh, here it is: North Bank, B fifty-one. Someone will be there waiting for us."

Ben grasps my hand in his as he leads the way to the entrance. As we get there, I immediately notice the special sections for VIPs, and since Ben and I had nothing to lose, we head in that direction. True to his word, someone is stationed at the entrance to meet us. Although the large sign with our names on it wasn't needed, as a simple text message would suffice.