Holden Steele's Ruin [Completed]

Chapter 14

I had been uncharacteristically jumpy since the weird incident yesterday, my shoulders were stiff with paranoia as my eyes snapped towards even the smallest noises, it was infuriating but I couldn't make it stop. Avery had commented about it almost four times now, considering I had practically almost had a heart attack when she burst through the door.

My fingers were practically vibrating yesterday as I stumbled over my keyboard to call my mother. I could barely compose my voice, solely focusing on knowing if she was in any danger, the threat clouding my judgment. I know she sensed something was off but I never gave her the chance to question me, making up an excuse before hanging up. It could all be in my head so there was no need to worry her, I'd put her through enough as it is.

Outside my mental breakdown everyone was bustling in excitement, completely disregarding my aloft mood. It had been absolute torture for my thudding head, the chatter in the halls was no longer low whispers but loud babbling. The overly excited aura everyone was spotting was due to the football game later tonight.

The level at which the school practically worshiped football was outrageous, it was like they breathed it. From the ridiculously large red banner handing in the school's main hall, coupled with the flashes of red and gold littering the whole campus, I could already tell that they held the sport in at a higher pedal stone than the others.

I had witnessed outstanding shows of term spirit all through out the day as people pledged their loyalty to the school's football team and frankly it was getting quite sickening. My irritation from yesterday had not simmered in the slightest, so the loud show of support everyone was portraying only furthered it.

So here I stood outside my dorm room, debating whether to open the door or not. I knew past the barrier sat a very impatient Avery waiting to persuade me into coming to the game with her, we had been at this since this morning when she noticed my luck of enthusiasm. Suddenly the door burst open ripping me out of my thoughts and successful startling my fragile heart, small fingers curled around my wrist dragging me into the room roughly.

"You have to go to the game, how have you never been to a game!" She said this while flaring her arms around an incredulous look printed on her face. I had been to a game before, countless actually, she just assumed I hadn't and I didn't have any drive to correct her.

Blake completely idolised football, it was the only thing he was ever serious about and he was amazing at it even at a young age. Everyone knew he was destined for greatness and he was, even as a sophomore he had been elected as assistant captain. I had been to all his practices and games, it wasn't really a choice seeing as he drove me to and from school. Sports wasn't really my forte, so I had never really paid attention when he went on a rant about football; I wish I had though, then maybe I would have known a little about something he loved.

"Do you not want to go because of Holden?" This had me farrowing my eyebrows in confusion

What does He have to do with the football game?

"You don't know, do you?" Her eyes widened, shock swimming in her sea of blue "how could you not?! His the football player!" She said incredulously. I raked my brain for any chance I had missed a sign that he was a football player, he didn't particularly strick me as a typical jock with his brooding attitude and hooded eyes.

I immediately felt stupid when I thought of the fact that the room we had slept in was probably his and it was in the football house. Furthermore the next day he told me he was going to practice, why the hell hadn't I pieced things together? In my defence I was a nerves mess when we talked, what sport he played was the furthest thing in my head.

"He didn't strike me as a football player" I voiced my thoughts. He was not overly muscular like other footballers, his muscles were lean and trimmed but very prominent too.