C H A P T E R 3
"But she wears short skirts,
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers"
S t i l e s
We are watching the football game today. Hell, this game is fucking cool!
"GO SCOTT!" I practically yell but shut my mouth immediately when derek glare on me. What? Like, I'm the only one who's yelling. It's not my fault that he had sensitive ears.
Jackson pass the ball on Isaac and he started running. Honestly, I really wanna join in their team but coach said my body and skills can't take this kind of game. Well, darn.
I know I'm skinny and all but I am not weak. I can run fast, pass the ball, push the other rival member and even make a goal!
"Oh fuck, jackson. Make this team win." I mutter repeatedly watching their intently. He should make that as a goal because the other team got 45 already, while Scott's team got 44. But if he make it really good it can make a point and dang! They will win.
And as if time fucking with me, the crowd starting to cheer really loud that can make my brain split and my ears go crack. Processing what the hell is happening, soon I am cheering too.
"GO BLUE TEAM! GO, GO, BLUE TEAM!" The cheer leaders cheering too. Immediately I hug scott and jumps like a five year old kid when I make my way to the field. That's pretty amazing game you know?
"You did really good job Scott!" I said, pulling off my self on him turning my eyes on Jackson that is currently being lifted on the air.
"I know, we did a good job." Proud brothy-best friend here.
I grin really wide when Allison run in here hugging him really tight when he look like gonna pass out, Lmao.
Well, I'll join in this team soon and I'll make the team's win! That's what am I trying to achieve. Even thou I ak skinny and not that muscle-toned-man like jackson and scott I can make it too.
I watched as people cheer and the number of them slowly decreasing. Some of them maybe gonna celebrate on Jackson's house and make a celebration because he pretty did a good job.
I tear my eyes off the crowd slowly, but maybe I regret turning around and saw the heart breaking scene that I already watched before many times, but still, there's some thing in my chest that burning. It's like, squeezing my gut that I can't barely breath.
But the longer this feelings keep filling my system, the more pain I keep receiving. I can feel the smile on my face slowly turning down when I watched them sharing small kisses.
Is that hard to notice me? Or, You're just blind?
This feeling is just, too much.
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