This is the last and only time I'll ever come to a football game. If I thought I was crazy, I was so wrong. Everyone was so riled up, mostly the men. They'd shout out obscenities to the poor players when they would do something wrong.
I yell out in fright and cover my ears when the whole crowd gets up to cheer loudly, all because a player scored a touchdown. I look over at the player that caused everyone to go crazy. His jersey number was 13, Hunter. When he and his teammates are done cheering he looks over to me and waves so I wave back.
"Hey." I hear a guy beside me say.
'Please don't be talking to me.'
"Hey." He says again, only this time he touches my shoulder.
"Don't touch me please." I mumble.
"Sorry."
"Do you need something?" I then ask.
"Well, I noticed that you're here alone, so I came to keep you company." The guy replies.
"I don't need your company."
"Too bad, I'm staying anyway."
"So what's your name?" He asks.
"Ronnie."
"Aren't you going to ask me for mine?"
'Don't be a bitch Ronnie, he's being nice and friendly.'
"What's your name?" I ask nicely.
"Dylan."
"Nice to meet you Dylan."
"Do you go to Mission High?" He asks, referring to Ivan's school.
"I'm home schooled."
"Home school? That's really interesting."
"It's no different than regular school."
"But it's at home. That's super cool."
"You're cheering for Ivan?" He asks changing the subject.
"How'd you know?"
"Your shirt is a huge giveaway."
"He made me wear it."
"Is he your boyfriend or something?"
I make a disgusted face.
"No, he's my big brother."
"Oh, sorry."
After that we stay silent, watching a bunch of huge guys tackle one another.
"Want to go get some snacks?" He suddenly asks.
'Should I go? I am hungry.'
"Sure." I reply.
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We stayed silent the whole time we were in the line to get food.
"What can I get you two?" A lady asks.
"I'll take a corn dog and a root beer." I tell her.
"I'll just get a hot dog." Dylan says.
"That would be $9.34. Do you want me to charge that all together?"
"No." I say.
"Yes." Dylan says.
"But I have my own money." I tell him.
"It would be impolite of me to let you pay." He replies passing the lady a ten dollar bill.
"Thanks."
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To Mend Her.
RomanceRonnie is homeschooled because she has a couple of disorders. She terribly hates leaving her house without needing to. In her mind, she has it that no one is trustworthy in enough for her except for her family and Arthur. One day she finally had the...
