Survival [completed]

Football Game

I sit on the bleachers and stare nervously at the field. Everyone around me is also doing the same thing. Jasper had driven me back to school after we’d dumped my things at his house. I had tried to find Tristan but he was with his team and non-cheerleaders, or players weren’t allowed in.  So I had only till after the game to throw myself at him and also beat the crap out of him. I was happy to have sat at a corner but Jasper made me sit next to him, with his friends, and explained to me what was happening as the game progressed. I was barely listening to him cause it really was hard to hear him over the cheers and also I was only concerned about Tristan.

My eyes are on one person and one person only: Tristan. He looks so, breath-takingly hot in his attire. I wanted to melt.  Our school was down by a couple of points and it was almost close to the end of the game.  The boys were in control of the ball right now and with less then twenty seconds to the end, it was really do or die.  My palms were sweaty despite the slight night breeze and my hoodie. The top of my hoodie had come off and I was sitting on the edge of my seat holding my breath. It was either I died, or Tristan won. I felt like my veins were filled with electricity and not blood. 

Currently, from my little knowledge of football, Tristan was in possession of the ball and he was quite a distance away from the goal area. The other teams were quickly approaching him and there was only ten seconds left. I just hoped he wouldn’t get trampled and thus severely injured. Tristan looks back then at the clock behind the bleachers, I watch him as his eyes scroll down the supporters and I think he sees me but I can’t tell cause his face changes and he has that look that he has when he has thought of something that’s brilliant or could possibly be a bad move. He raises his hand carrying the ball and aims and just before the first player from the opposite team tackles him to the ground, the ball disconnects with his hands. I don’t know where to look at Tristan or at the flying ball. My eyes make the decision and they stay fixed on Tristan. The player that’s on top of him gets off him and the other players from the opposite team continue running ahead. Tristan stays down for a while as they pass and then only stands up. I bite my lips hoping he hasn’t hurt himself, cause then I wouldn’t be able to hurt him physically.

Tristan looks at the bleachers and his eyes connect with just as everyone around me stands up and cheers. The guy from the opposite team next to Tristan slaps him on the back and congratulates him. But Tristan barely looks at him. The cheerleaders start jumping around and then the timer goes off signaling the end of the game.

“WE WON! WE WON!” Jasper exclaims and cheers happily. I barely hear him. Everyone is celebrating the cheerleaders run on to the field and surround Tristan and the other members of the team come to him and pat him on the back and praise him.

He smiles and nods his head at them, then I watch Saturn as she comes to him and places a hand on his chest and leans up to press her lips to his.  My jaw drops as I stare in horror. What nerve that girl had. She was aware that Tristan had a girlfriend right? Anger welled up inside me and I wanted to rip the black hair from their roots.

Tristan looks at her in surprise and, fortunately, quickly raises his hands up to her face and holds her away. I sag in relief. Then he looks back at me and pushes her aside and walks away from the cheering, celebrating crowd and towards the bleachers. My face breaks in a smile and I run to the side to the walkway, Jasper had picked a good spot: near the front. So it wasn’t much of a run down. I serve around the crowd and look ahead so I don’t lose track of Tristan. He comes to the stands and waits for me to reach him. The stands are elevated and there’s a barrier preventing the supporters from going onto the field. Tristan waits for me there and I run towards him.

When I reach him he lifts me over the barrier and holds me steady. He smiles at me and I lean up and cup his head in mine and pull him down to me. I press my lips to his and he pulls me close so I there’s no gap between us. Tristan’s arms are wrapped around my waist and I mold myself to fit his body. I cling onto his extended shoulder pads as Tristan kisses me harder. He seemed to be pouring all his anger, happiness over the few days or day into the kiss. It was filled with tension and laced with love. He was apologizing to me for what he and I was forgiving him.  The noise around us is reduced to a soft hum and I am alone on the field with Tristan.