Heroes & Villains

Ex: 11|Chatham High Knights vs. Villain Academy Hell Dogs

• • • • • • • • • • • • • •Sera's POV• • • • • • • • • • • • •
I wake up to an antsy Finn vigorously shaking my shoulders. It was 3:30 a.m when Kal dropped me off last night. When Finn opened the door to let me in, he was practically asleep, so we just hurried to his room where he already had his pull-out couch made (practically my second bed) and fell right to sleep. He continues to shake my shoulders as I let out a muffled annoyed huff. "Sera, get up. It's game day" Finn says while pulling the quilted blanket off of me.

Game day? Game day! Oh shoot...it's game day between the Chatham High Knights and the Villain Academy Hell Dogs. I promised Charlie I would come to his big lacrosse game, considering he's captain this year. Maybe it's the events of yesterday or my lack of sleep that made it completely allude me. "We're already late" says Finn while pulling my arm out of bed. When am I not running late?

I feel a twinge if pain surging through my left arm. "Oww" I mumble while nearly tripping across Finn's feet.

"What the hell happened to your arm?" I hear Finn say as I walk to the bathroom.

I don't really have time to shower, which is a bummer because I smell like lingering petrichor. I end up brushing my teeth and washing my face in Finn's bathroom which is lit by awful bright lightbulbs. The glow makes me look more exhausted then I am. My hair is all frizzy from the rain, but by some luck, I end up tying it into a bun with my faded yellow ribbon. I can hear Finn shuffling outside while he shouts annoyingly "Serrrraaa". I was exhausted to change last night, so I ended up sleeping in what I wore to SAROM. I quickly slip into whatever I can manage: a pair of leggings I left here and one of Finn's old grey t-shirts with Chatham High written across in gold. It's so long that it reaches my mid thigh, so I end up tying it up.
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We do show up late, but luckily the game has just started. We make our way to the silver bleachers lining the field. The grass is dewy from the storm yesterday and the sky is still colored a muted grey. I ended up stacking the leather jacket on top of the shirt to cover the gauze. The chilling cold reminds me I made the right decision as the harsh wind makes my eyes water. I follow Finn as we shuffle past people in their Chatham High apparel, from the corner of my eye I see all the other girlfriends of the guys on Charlie's lacrosse team, with painted faces, hopping and screaming in one of the first rows. The sight gives me a migraine. When we finally sit down Finn turns to me, with his curious hazel eyes, "So are we not going to talk about it?"

"It?" I say casually as I scan the field for Charlie.

Finn leans closer against my right shoulder and speaks in a hushed tone "The fact that you showed up at practically four in the morning, in a sketchy black car" he pauses to lift his eyebrow theatrically before proceeding. "Or the fact you have a giant scar on your arm and wearing that" he gestures to the leather jacket.

"I thought you were so out of it when you opened the door" I squint back.

"Not out of it enough" he smirks. I push my right shoulder into his left. "You better tell me everything later" he whispers back. Charlie's eyes scan the crowd until they lock with mine as a smile spreads across both of our faces.

"You're late!" I hear him shout from the sideline.

"Pay attention to the game Davenport! You better win!" I shout back, he shakes his head and shines his gorgeous smile before running back into the field.
An old lady turns around from infront of us and gives me a scrutinizing stare, "Missy, how do you know Mr. Davenport?"

I shift to Finn who looks just as confused as I am, "Um, I– we know him" I say hesitantly "We're together." Her eyes light up at this, like the gossip is fueling her will to live.