Love Story...

Interview.. 2

ASHTON

             I left early today as today was our soccer match. But rather than getting excited for the match like I am always I was much more excited for the interview that will be happening after the match.' No Ashton, you are not excited for the interview, you are actually excited to see your "Em".' my mind said to me. 'Whatever' I replied as I was in no mood to have an argument with myself right now. I was in too good mood for that.

          I reached  at school and instantly went to boys changing room. I saw that almost everyone had reached but what surprised me the most was that Jake wasn't there seeing he's the always first one to reach. Maybe, something might have come up..I thought to myself. I soon started giving everyone the pep talk that I always do before the match. After 10-15 minutes later coach called us out.

          " Jefferson High rocks ", " You go guys: Jefferson high".... there were shouts everywhere as soon as we all came out on the field. Cheerleaders were cheering our team enthusiastically. We guys formed a circle and coach soon began telling us all the important points. " OK boys... Now go and rock it" We all grunted enthusiastically.

          From the corner of my eyes, I saw someone approaching. I turned to see it was Jake. I relaxed inwardly. "Hey man, what took you so long... you are never late." I told him. He was looking a little pissed off. Jake hardly ever gets angry but whenever he's angry he switches to his furious mode.

           " I had an accident because of a stupid girl, so I had to leave my car and  walked the whole distance" he explained me furiously. "Are you OK to play the game man? If not, we can always arrange for a player." I told him seriously looking how pissed he was. " Nah am alright man, common we have a game to win" he said enthusiastically. I grinned knowing fully well that he can't stay angry for a long time. I liked that about him.

          I scanned the bleachers like I always do but today I was scanning for that particular face. As soon as that face came into my view, a small smile formed on my face. She was looking smoking sexy in her formal dress. Her hair were also opened giving an appreciative look in her appearance. But all these thoughts soon disappeared when I saw a boy sitting next to her and she was leaning on her like they were about to kiss. This thought instantly made my eyes darkened and I became angry. I don't even know why I was angry. It's not like she's mine. She can kiss whoever the hell she wants. I am not at all bothered.' Yeah yeah, I can see how much you are not at all bothered. You are angry because you simply feel like being angry right!' My inner me told me sarcastically.' Just shut up' I snarled at my inner me.

           I shook all the thoughts aside and instead concentrated on the game. I removed my all anger and irritation in the game. I played like there was no tomorrow. The whistle blew once again indicating the game was over. I looked at the scoreboard and relaxed. We won by 10 goals. As always all my team players came and patted me on the back but for some reason I wasn't so happy to win like always.

            "You don't seem happy man.... What's the matter?" Jake asked me once everyone finished congratulating me.

"Nothing....I am happy" I replied giving him a pat on the back. He doesn't look like he was convinced but didn't question me. He knew me too well to know that even if he will ask me now I won't answer him.

            I saw that Emma was climbing down the bleachers with the same boy whom I saw her with in the beginning. My mood worsened. I turned back and started drinking water. I saw that Ashley was standing beside me giving a dirty look to someone behind me. At the same moment someone tapped on my shoulder, I turned around to face none other than the reason why I was so angry at the first place.

           I didn't even let her open her mouth and turned back. I don't know why but I was irritated. A minute later I heard her soft but firm voice " Ashton, I am here to interview you". I detected a hint of sadness in her voice.I turned again and gave her a bored look and was met with her blank eyes. I wanted to do something to take my mind off my thoughts and being the jerk I am I reached my arms towards Ashley and kissed her.

           What the actual fuck! I know she's hot and all but I don't even like her.' Then why did you kiss her?' My inner me asked. And for once I had no answer for that.I released her after few seconds and saw that she was giving a victorious look to Emma. Am I missing something here? I thought,not at all understanding that why the hell was Ashley smirking at Emma.

         I turned my head to finally look at Emma and saw that her eyes were more blank than before, completely lifeless not showing a single emotion. Her posture was also very formal. I knew that I had hurt her. I don't even know why I did but I was not liking this feeling.I was the one to ask her out on a date, I was the one to kiss her on the cheek , I was the one who was feeling angry so Emma didn't deserve my ass  like behavior.

           "Yeah okay, I am ready" I replied and she just nodded. She sat on the chair opposite me and that boy sat beside her. Who the hell invited you? I thought furiously. "He's Oliver, he is responsible for the sports column in our reporters club" she told me monotonously. Oh! So he is just the member of her club and as he was responsible for the sports column he was also tagging along with her.

             Now I really feel like I am a big jerk.' You already were, don't feel bad' my inner me consoled me sarcastically.

              "OK, so my first question is how long have you played soccer?" She questioned me robotically. I wasn't liking this side of Emma but I only brought it in the first place so I have to deal with it.

"From the age 10" I replied replaying the memory of me first time playing soccer.

              " Who is your inspiration?" I thought a bit for this question and then answered " My dad". Her next question was immediate "why?". I once again replayed the memory of my dad teaching me how to play soccer whenever he used to come back from the office.

" He was also a soccer player in his school and college and when I reached at the age of 10, he encouraged me more towards soccer. He always used to teach me different techniques. If it weren't for him I wouldn't even be playing soccer" I replied sincerely.

             Next 5-6 questions were of basic stuff like what I like to do in my free time or how I react everytime when our team wins ...bla bla. Then some of the questions were also asked by Oliver as he has to prepare a report for his column.

          " Last question: what do you wanna become or what do you wanna do after you leave the school?" This was actually a good question and it took me time to answer seeing I didn't think about my future at all." I don't know now what I wanna do ahead in future but if time comes, I wanna be a soccer player in the national team" I answered genuinely. My dad always wanted to become a soccer player but his dream didn't come true and I wanted to fulfill his dream.

        No no no...I wasn't getting soft or all that crap... I like soccer too in fact I love the game and so I want to give it a go. My thoughts were interrupted by a smooth voice , " Thank you for your time.Have a good day ." Emma said and stood up along with oliver. Without even waiting for me to say anything she turned and sped walk. I simply stood there thinking how to stop her but by the time my voice came back she was already out of my sight. I have to do something to make her smile. Oh God! Give me the strength coz making Em smile is the most difficult task.I sighed to myself and made my way towards the changing room.

    Mission making Em smile, here I come...