Into His Love

Twenty-seven

Kimberly

The rest of homecoming week was eventful and exciting, and before I know it it's Friday. Game day. The week was full of homecoming related activities, my mom came home yesterday, and, as of now, I'm officially done with college applications, so it's been a pretty great week, and winning this game will be the icing on the cake.

The game is to be starting in ten minutes. The stadium is packed with just as many adults, a lot of which are alumni, as there are students. The players huddle up at our end zone, preparing to break through the banner.

"And ..welcoming our own Oakside Eagles!" the announcer exclaimed through the speakers. The boys run and break through the banner as the crowd goes crazy and cheerleaders tumble across the field. Many of the players run to get water from student athletic trainers while some start lining up for the national anthem. One of the players runs up to a trainer standing near us, and it isn't until he takes his helmet off that I realize that it's Isaiah. A sudden tingle runs through my body, and I shift nervously in an attempt to rid the feeling. He picks up a bottle before looking over to me, making the feeling even more noticeable. It's hard to put words to what I'm feeling, but it'd be great to know why.

"Hey," he talks loud enough for me to hear him over the crowd. He smiles at me, his dimples making an appearance before he continues, "No underestimation, right?" He brings the bottle to his mouth and shoots in a swig, his eyes still focused on mine. I smile at him and shake my head.

"Absolutely not." He chuckles before handing the bottle back to the trainer. He starts to jog off but turns right back around and runs towards me.

"I hope you don't mind me saying," he starts, only a few inches away from me, "but you look good as hell right now." He gives a nervous smirk before running to where he should have been all along.

I turn around to make sure no one else heard or saw what just happened, and luckily, no one is paying attention. My stomach is flipping and I can literally feel my face heating, partly because it's nearly 90 degrees outside, even at seven in the afternoon, but mostly because of this brown-eyed, dimple faced boy named Isaiah. I head to where the rest of the dancer have moved to stand.

"Don't think I didn't see that," Nadia whispers to me moments before the anthem starts. Even with her being, well, her, I couldn't help the big kool-aid smile that covered my face. I could blame it on the lights and the football spirit that fills this stadium, but that would be a lie.

Isaiah

The game is over about three hours later, with us winning 63-3.

"You sure you don't want to ride there with us?" Joshua asks, closing his locker and grabbing his bag.

"Yeah. I'll meet y'all there," I tell him before pulling my shirt on. "You know I gotta go home and check on my mom and stuff."

"Alright, then. I'll see you in a minute." He leaves the locker room. When I leave school, I head straight home to find my mom cleaning, as usual.

"Hey," she says after I place a kiss on her cheek. " I thought you were going to a kickback."

"Yeah. I was- I mean I am," I stride to my room. She follows right behind me. "I just need to change real quick."

"Change for a kickback?" She half laughs, drawing her eyebrows together. "What else do you wear to a kickback?"

"I just need to shower so I might as well change too," I pull out two shirts and hold them up. "Which one do you think?"I look to her for her opinion.

"Boy, you are something else." She walks over to me and grabs one of the shirts from my hand. "This one."

"Alright." I stuff the other back into the drawer.