It All Started In 10th Grade [Dante Albidone]

Chapter 15

It was now about 5:30pm, there was onlu an hour till the football game started. After my mom dismissed me, I took a shower when I got home and went on my phone. Dante called me when he got out of school asking if I was okay, which I said yes to. He begged me to go to the game but my mom wouldn't let me. I wouldn't even be on the sidelines, man! And even if I was, I wouldn't stunt or flip or anything, just the easy-motion cheers. But my mom says "i NeEd tO rEsT."

"Are you sure your mom won't let you go?" Dante whined.

"You're not the only one thats upset I'm not going." I said sarcastically. I could sense his eye roll through the phone. "I wish I could at least sit on the bleachers while holding your hand."

"Can't you just sneak out or something," He suggested.

I look over at my bedroom window and say, "I gotta go," before hanging up. I get off my bed, making my way towards my closet. I grab some extra pillows and strategically place them under the covers to resemble a body.

Wait, I don't have anything that looks like my hair, FUCK! But then I remember, and run to my old play room. I desperately scavenge through my toy chest and find a wig that's the color of my hair.

"Yes!" I kiss the fake hair in relief. Don't even act like you've never done this before.

I walk back to my room and Display the wig over an emoji pillow I had to resemble more of a head. To be honest, I don't know why i'm rushing, my moms not coming home till like 8:30. But I did try to to come up with the best outfit and do makeup, and I do you look pretty snazzy for someone with a freaking sling around their arm. I decided to curl my hair just a bit, for that extra flair😎.

I finished getting ready around 6:10pm so I called an uber.

Before I left, I turned off the lights and left my bedroom door unlocked. I didn't want my mom to suspect anything if it was locked cuz she'd probably start banging on the door and if I didn't respond, the jig would be up. I made sure my window was unlocked so I could sneak back in.

I carefully went through the window and onto the small piece of my roof that was under it. In hindsight, I couldn've just gone through the front door and locked it afterwards...but where the hell is the fun in that?

Now, what I did next was probably a bad idea contributing to the fact that I'd literally just broken my collarbone, but fuck it! I leaped towards the trampoline in my back yard and bounced pretty high when I landed. I unzip the opening of the net and run to the gate thinking my uber was probably here.

"Hello," I smile as I hop into the back seat. The driver says hi back and that was about all we said to each other for the rest of the ride. It was HELLA awkward.

Michael's P.O.V

"Are you 100% sure she's not coming?!" I ask Riley, agin.

"I already told you! Dante said she's not coming cuz her mom won't let her! You need to chill out, Bro." He replies, clearly irritated.

"But didn't he also say She hung up the phone when he asked her if she could just sneak out?" I add.

"Yeah?-"

"So then she might come!" I cut Riley off.

"I highly doubt it," He rolls his eyes. "Why do you even wanna ask her to homecoming so bad anyways? You hooked up with her best friend and now that you see another guy hitting on her, you wanna try to win her back?"

"Shut up!" I say through gritted teeth.

"Why? You afraid I'll tell people you used me to get information from Dante to know if (Y/N) was coming to the game or not so you could ask her in front of him, and break his heart when she says yes?" He mimics the last part in a girly voice.

"If you tell anyone about this, I swear to G-"

"She's here," He points behind me with a blank expression.

I immediately spun around to see her hugging, barf, Dante.

"The best part is that both of you are on the football team, so I don't know what your gonna do about asking her, Man." Riley blurts out. You know, I really wish I could tackle him right now, and I'm not talking about Dante.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I arrive at the game and see Dante talking to the football coach. I walk up to him and when we make eye contact, a huge smile stretches across both of our faces.

I really wanted to jump and hug him, but of course, I broke my stupid collar bone.

"I thought you couldn't come?" He says in shock.

"I might've...snuck out," I purse my lips.

"Stop it," He says with an 'are you being deadass right now?' look.

I playfully roll my eyes at him, then suddenly get the chills.

"Damn, It's colder than I expected," I shiver.

"It's the middle of October in Canada," He adds in a 'duh' tone. I playfully smack his arm and he raises his hands in the air defensively.

"You so annoying," I mutter.

"Yeah, but only to you." He winked, taking off the famous Gucci sweatshirt as outing it on me.

"Wait, I don't want you to get cold," I said.

"I'll be fine," He chuckled. He then looks down at his apple watch and says, "Oh shit, I gotta go!"

"Go where?" I ask, Confused.

"Play in the game," A smug smirk grows on his face.

"You got on the team?!" I couldn't believe it.

"Yup! Coach said I was so good, he would love for me to be here the rest of the season!"

"Seriously?!"

"Seriously!" He repeats after me and we both laugh, smiling brightly.

"Okay, now go!" I peck him on the cheek before he runs to go get changed.

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