Spirited Away To You

Chapter-18: Caught Red-Handed

THE WEEK PASSED by in a jiffy and it was already the big game day. Mikayla and I had decided to go there together, with her picking me up.

I did not see William since Tuesday night and was beyond upset. It truly felt like he was my hallucination or I had officially gone crazy. Which was very convenient.

I wondered if any of my words had upset him and he decided to never speak to me again. Fine by me. I huffed out in frustration, not wanting to attend the game but knew Mikayla would be gravely disappointed, so I sucked up my sorrow.

With some more sulking around with Trixie, I shot up and searched through the cupboard for that one jersey. After some misplacing and efforts, I pulled out the jersey that my Dad had always worn whenever he went out to see football games. He was a huge fan of the Dallas Cowboys and once traveled up to three hundred miles on a plane to watch a match that they had unfortunately lost. But he had fun, he was happy.

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A honk outside made me jump up as I ditched my plate of fruit salad, which Aunt had forced me to eat.

"Aunt, I'm leaving," I called over to her, who was busy talking to someone and noting something down but still waved at me and mouthed 'take care.'

"Hey Abby," Mikayla spoke out, beaming as always, from her shiny Chevrolet.

"Hi."

"Your house is really nice," she said raising her shades to have a proper look.

"Thanks," I smiled stealing a look as well. With further renovations and cleaning around, the place looked even more spacious and inviting. 

The drive was quick, with Mikayla singing to whatever song came on the radio and pointing out places she liked. It took nearly ten minutes to find a parking spot for the place being so jammed with students, although the game had quite some time to begin with.

We both sprinted to the stadium, Mikayla bubbling with a new burst of energy. She was wearing Elijah's practice jersey, with his last name and number on the back. The bleachers were literally crammed up with people, who were fanning themselves in the intolerable heat. I was sweating already, my hairs sticking to my forehead as we made our way, wishing I had brought the baseball cap I had gotten from Target.

"Would you like a soda?"

"Very much so," I said.

With that, Mikayla went away somewhere fast enough to lose herself in the crowd. I looked around for her before falling on the bench that was also heated up. My poor butt.

The game was already starting as the cheerleaders of both teams came out swirling and performing complex stunts. I was frantically looking around, calling Mikayla to make sure she was still alive while getting our drinks.

All of a sudden, I saw William, the stupid Spirit, waving at me as he passed the people like they weren't there.

He's not there.

He's just an illusion.

"Hello?" Someone spoke from my phone. Oh, yeah, Mikayla.

"Where are you, Mikkie? The game's 'bout to start," I spoke directing my gaze at the shiny head of the bald guy sitting in front of me and not anywhere else.

"I'm coming with our drinks, sorry, had to meet up with Elijah for a good luck kiss."

I chuckled, ending the call and focusing on keeping myself cool from the unbearable heat.

"Hey,"

I gasped to see William sitting beside me with his legs crossed and a smile on his face.

I looked ahead ignoring him. Your mind's playing games.

"Come on now, don't I get a hi, hello, anything?"

"Go away, I know you are not real."

"Don't start with that again, please."

This time, I turned towards him, checking for any onlookers before I literally hissed out,

"Oh really, what am I supposed to believe when I don't see you for days? Like, seriously," I huffed out but somewhat happy that he was still here. I was angrier at myself for being relieved to see him. That meant I'm not crazy. Yet.

"I'm sorry, okay? I had some work."

"What work?"

"I can't tell you."

"Fine, then you can leave." With that I turned the other side and saw Mikayla making her way with two huge cups of beverages. I stood up, helping her by taking my share. There was a loud cheer with people howling while we tried to peer in to figure out the reason.

"BHHS won the toss and chose defence," William informed me but I still wouldn't talk to him.

The game started off good, with our team able to tackle down the offense and having a touchdown, by Elijah. He might seem like a douche bag, but he knew his game quite well. Jaxon and most other players were playing very hard tackling down the opponents and running around at quick paces.

It seemed like an easy win but there were tough moments where I thought our team would struggle to move past. By the end of third quarter, our team was ahead by eight points and I was still avoiding William. He kept his snarky remarks to himself and asked me for a few sips of my cool Cola, which I denied but ended up giving him some seeing his pouty face.

The stadium seemed to burst with cries of joy and sorrow (for the opponent), as our quarterback, the great Elijah, made the last touchdown scoring six more points and bringing in the big win. All of the people, including Mikayla, rushed to the field as the players rejoiced for their hard-earned victory.

I caught Britney and Elijah looking at each other before Mikayla jumped into his arms causing him to divert his attention solely to Mikayla. Britney's shoulders slouched as she walked away to the lockers. My brows creased at that scene.

There's something going on between them. But it wasn't my business to poke in.

"Would you be coming to the party?" William asked breaking me out of my trance of thoughts.

There was an after party arranged by Elijah, who was so confident about them winning. I had a feeling William would know about it since he also played football before or had such parties.

"Yeah," I said involuntarily, thinking about breaking the reunion of Mikayla and ask for a ride home.

"Can I tag along?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please," he still pressed on giving me his best puppy eyes. He was wearing a V neck shirt and loose khaki pants with his usual ruffled hair. He still looked so good. 

"It's not like I can stop you," I said nonchalantly looking away quickly.

"Stop giving me the cold shoulder then," he blurted out, letting out a frustrated sigh.

It felt like I hurt him but that didn't stop me,

"And do what? Keep talking with you like the best of friends so you can disappear, and I keep waiting for you and convince myself I'm not crazy?"

I was also hurting. Hurting by my own feelings for him, for how my heart swelled at his sight, still I couldn't be angry at him.

"I'm sorry, I really am, it was never my intention to leave without informing," he sighed looking down.

"Look-" I started again but my words got stuck as I heard someone talk behind me.

"Who are you talking to?"

Oh shoot.

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