She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 56: Jealousy!

Penalty, one shot." I heard the ref's whistle blow. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on my heart pounding along with my lungs against my rib cage.

When I opened them I kept my eyes leveled with the enemy goalie. Aim right, kick left. It was the typical stance and most goalies know that. So, why not aim right and kick right?

Goal. I smiled as the goalie hit the ground, letting the ball fly right over her head. The score was now 4-3, us in favour and I was digging it. The game had continued on, but not for much longer.

Looks like Cebu High School was going home too.

"You had us worried at that penalty kick, Tan." My coach started her the congratulation speech of winning another game blah blah...

I looked over not even ten feet from us to see Jemma once again sitting next to Jules, still in her uniform.

My chest was starting to hurt, and not from the constant running demand we had as soccer players.

I felt my teeth grinding against one another as I watched Jules laugh and smile along with Jemma. 'Was I really jealous? Is this what jealousy felt like?' I didn't like the emotions running through my veins.

"Jedean, pay attention idiot." I heard Marie snicker next to me. I looked at her and rolled my eyes as I started to walk over to the girls at the medical tent.

"Jedean, I'm not finished yet. Get back here, please. Don't make me ask twice, there is much to discuss with our last 3 games coming up." She said as she motioned for me to come back.

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Was I really a child or something? I rolled my eyes and put my sunglasses on and taking a seat on the grass, leaning up against the bench. I was about to place my ear buds in when coach said something I hadn't really registered yet. "Now, it's come to my attention that one of the last teams is Loyola Heights, the team that kicked our butts in the beginning of the season.

However, their next match is against San Jose. I'm pretty sure they won't defeat that team though, but if they do... well, you all need to bring you're a game. If win this next match, which I'm sure we will, we'll be playing either Loyola Heights or San Jose..." Thus her speech continued on. Why is it, for some stupid immature reason, I never realized that I might actually have to play against Jemma again? I don't know if I could handle that again.

So I did what I did best; placed the ear buds in my ears, stood up, pushed the girls aside and took off running off to the track. Could I hear my coach yelling at me to come back? Yeah, but I didn't really care.

My emotions were going haywire and I wasn't use to this feeling. I wasn't liking it, but at the same time I was thrilled by it. Thinking about Jemma all over Jules like that, but grabbing her away and sweeping her off her feet. It was like some fairytale prince and princess movie... 'Ok Jedean, don't get that retarded.' I rolled my eyes at my own thought though.

But that whole... us going at it on the field. I wasn't sure if I wanted that. I didn't want to go up against her again. Then again... I didn't bring my A game the last time we went at it. Plus, I took her for granted. I was running as fast as my tired legs could carry me now.

---------- Hour After-------

An hour must have gone by as I sighed and leaned against the fence where Sam was waiting. I took my glasses off, my ear buds following as I stared at her expression, one that was slightly confused yet amused.

"Two games today, it's eight pm and you're still not burnt out?" She asked as she tossed me my gym bag over the fence. Sweat was dripping off my face as I stared at her, fixing my hair tie and rubbing my face with a towel. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said as I took a seat on the fence, kicking my cleats off finally. 'Oh man... my feet...' I hissed as I rubbed the heels.

She turned around, leaning her elbows on it as she looked up at me. I didn't give her eye contact as I took a drink of water.

"Yeah, sure whatever you say. Anyway, are you still up for going to the beach party?" Sam asked as I jumped down and slipping on my flip flops. I chewed on my tongue as I thought about it, a yawn escaping my mouth.

A/N: Woah., the Player got jealous..