Blurred Sentimentality

Hope (Ch. 14)

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Chaz

"I'm going. I have a similar jersey and everything.." Olivia said.

"What? You'll get hurt." Dan replied.

"No I won't. I'm not fragile." She said fiercely.

"Then hurry up. We don't have all week" I said in an annoyance, avoiding eye contact. I didn't want to look at her after what I've done.

"Okay." She said rudely, and jogged towards the fence. The brown team was cheating, and since basically all of the spokesmen, coaches and main leaders were on their side, we had to face the evil with evil too.

"Olivia are you sure?" The blond girl shouted. -The one Jay is obssessed with.

"Yes!" Ginger said, People from all around the stadium were staring at her.

She tried to hop over the metal fence, but it was too high.

"Come on." I muttered.

"Umm.. help?!" She said rudely. I wasn't about to touch her again. Thankfully, Matt came from behind to help.

"I'll help her." Matt whispered.

"Why are y'all so slow? What type of cursed royal wedding is this?" I rolled my eyes. They were taking their time a bit too much.

Matt grabbed her waist and picked her up from the other side. Some people started to cheer as if they were an internet-famous couple. I only laughed.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"You can't even get over a fence by yourself. How are you going to play with us?" I rolled my eyes.

"Are you doubting my skills, Mr. Arrogant shit?" She said as she walked by me.

"You're so annoying." I muttered under my breath.

When we got to the middle, my mood turned back to seriously anxious. I've been waiting for these tournaments for forever. If we don't win this, I don't know what I'd do. Football was one of the only things that could distract me from my problems. Matt's words ecoed in my head.. He used football to avoid his ugly past and death of his brother. I huffed and clenched my fists.

"Chaz, hurry up! Pass the ball" Coach shouted. Shit, I was daydreaming again- scratch that, day-maring again.

I passed the ball from the inside of my foot to Matt, who passed it back to me when I jogged forward. I got the ball in my control and slid sidewards with it, dodging a kick by one of the other players. I heard loud cheers, and continued on. Ginger came in front of me, motioning for me to pass the ball to her. I got in a small argument with myself. What if she doesn't dribble it properly? Worse, If it ends up hitting her face or something? Last time she blew up the damned ball.

"Screw it." I muttered and shot the ball to her.

Surprisingly, she hit it with a low head and then dribbled it forward. Now that was impressive. She passed it to Oscar, who quickly slid between two players. By the time he got up, a player snatched it from him and kicked it high enough to reach our side.

My heart started beating quicker. If they scored, they would get their 2nd goal and we would have a tie. The ball was far away from me, and I could only depend on my teammates to kick it back to this side.

A damned guy got the ball with a chest hit. I was getting more nervous by the second. He very quickly, and with great agility passed it to his mate who caught the ball and shot it like a bullet to the net. Travis, our goal keeper jumped like his life depended on it- because it did, I was going to kill him- He touched it with a finger, which lit up hope in me, but the ball came with so much force it slid past his glove.