VIOLET

Chapter 5

"This is quality content," Claudia drooled, her focus on the field until halftime.

Callan had played hard, earning a ton of warning whistles and one yellow card. I could tell he had anger issues, and every time something pissed him off, he would spit to the side. 

Ew. 

But hot...

What the hell was I thinking? Only he could pull that off, with his stupid muscles and tattoos. Any other guy would've reminded me of my dad when he moved the lawn.

I remember when Callan got that yellow card, which I think he deserved, he glared at the stands. Maybe he was looking for someone to blame. Maybe he was looking for me...

When the buzzer stopped the players, I saw Wil run out to the field and hand the team something. Probably those towels again.

I felt a pang in my heart, knowing he was doing his best.

I wonder if he would stay after to clean up?

Probably.

Maybe I would stay to help him out, instead of going home immediately like Callan would. Or maybe he wouldn't? Guys liked to party after a game, right?

"Thank God I wore these glasses," I was pulled out of my thoughts when Claudia sighed blissfully, slipping the plastic shields onto her messy black hair.  "Cause I swear that one guy kept looking over here."

I raised my brows, trying to look surprised. "Oh?"

"Yeah, that guy with the pink hairband and anger issues," She commented, pulling out a chocolate bar from thin air.

"What the fvck," I exclaimed, "where were you hiding that?!"

"Don't ask." She said, snickering.

I watched as she opened the wrapper, smelling the chocolaty goodness. She closed her eyes, humming to herself. 

Her eyes shot open, glancing at me from the side. "Oh, you want some?"

I sat there, blinking. This girl was such a weirdo, but for some reason, I didn't mind. I felt like she didn't care what other people thought, and went against the crowd. She was shy, awkward, but independent. 

And I liked chocolate.

"Sure," I smiled, taking a piece from her. She smiled, chocolate brimming the sides of her lips.

Halftime only lasted about 10 minutes, and we were winning by one point. We watched as the teams separated into their break benches. Wil was standing outside of the team circle, his hands on his hip as he listened attentively. The coach had the strategy board, but Callan had the marker and was writing some hullabaloo which I couldn't understand.

After some time, they shouted some type of team phrase and dispersed. The other team was still in their huddle. 

"I wish they'd notice me," Claudia sighed, crunching up her wrapper in her hand and looking for a pocket to shove it into. But she had none. I watched as she looked up to the sky, as if asking why. She sighed again, this time it was heavier. "I gotta find a trashcan. BRB, don't disappear."

"Roger that," I smiled, watching as she walked down the stairs. She stumbled slightly at the end, as if she couldn't tell where the bottom was. I chuckled, shaking my head. I think we were gonna be good friends. I just had to loosen up and get use to my environment.

I had transferred to get away from a controlling guy, who dictated my emotions, actions, and everything under the sun. Every time I tried breaking it off, he would silence me and tell me we just had to work on things. It worked the first three times, but I left on the sixth try. I didn't even tell him where I was going. And I hoped he never found me. I would most likely be dead if he did.