Days past and after a while I didn't think much about what was said. At the time, I won't lie; I was interested as to how she knew.
I'd never told anyone about what was on my class speech. I can't see Joe or Kevin bringing it up. I knew she knew a lot about us, for fan base purposes but I couldn't see a way she could have found that out without my saying.
A smile formed in my features when the first sight as I entered the cafeteria was Joe and Kevin sitting there, quiet, not saying a word, just keeping themselves to themselves. I couldn't have asked for a better picture.
"What's up with you guys then?"
The question seemed appropriate, the chuckle and smirk lingering on my lips on the other hand...
"Macy had a break down. Some boy told her she was useless or something, I don't know"
I couldn't help but not believe them. Macy had always seemed tough. She didn't seem like the kind of girl that would lose it just because of some ignorant boy and his childish ways.
"Where is she?" A weird and unlikely question for me to ask, I know, but I felt it was my responsibility to talk to her. Neither of them looked like they were up for a chat. The vibes I was getting from that table told me I would have probably have had more fun at a funeral.
"Gym with Stella."
I smiled at the gloomy boys, attempting to try and put a better mood on the whole situation. For my brothers to be affected by something that didn't involve them meant there had to be something wrong.
As I left the cafeteria and headed towards the gym, I couldn't help but feel surprisingly sad for her.
"Hey. Is it ok if I come in?" My voice couldn't get much higher than a whisper as I entered the silent sports hall, the weak, quiet sound of sobbing coming from the far end of the huge space.
"Do you think you could stay with her for a minute? I need to speak to Joe"
I smiled at the desperate blonde taking her place next to Macy. I mimicked Stella's actions, rubbing her shoulder and hushing her slightly. I waited till Stella had left before I spoke.
"What's wrong?"
When she looked up at me, I noticed her mascara was running. I wiped her eyes, attempting to try and comfort her. I was never good at the whole cheering up thing.
"We lost!" The words would have seemed stupid coming from any others lips but sports meant everything to her, before I could make a proper judgement I had to know what she meant. "What?"
"It's my fault we lost. If that guy hadn't of pushed me over, I would have scored and we would have won."
I didn't know half of the story and yet I was fuming. What person in their right mind would cheat on a fair game?
I continued to console her as she rested into me. "He's right. I will never get anywhere. There are people who have been training since day one, they'll fight till they get what they want. I don't think I can handle the competition."
How did she get all that from one game?
"Macy, no one wants to be an athlete more than you. You spend every single moment of the day in this hall and when were not at school, you're at the gym! Nothing is just handed to you in this world. Yes, there are people who are trying just as much as you. But trust me, when they knock you down, you have to and I repeat have to get back up. If you don't push for anything in this world, you're gunna be left behind. And then they'll know you're weak. I think I'd rather be laughed at for being the fighter and not the guy that just gives up." Considering this whole cheering people up thing was new to me, I have to say I was doing a pretty good job.
"Wow, that's inspiring Nick" I chuckled, letting her know I knew it was true.
She had stopped crying, that's all that mattered. I pulled a piece of paper out of my school bag, attempting to carry on making her feel better.
"I thought like you once. When I was five, I dreamt of being a singer." I laughed, knowing the 'dreamt' part was inappropriate as we both knew that it had already come true. "When I told the class, they laughed and called me gay. I was going to give up on that dream but then a little girl made me see that that was a stupid way to look at it. You could even say she's the reason I'm where I'm at today." I opened the pink piece of sugar paper, revealing the messy letters.
I know you're probably thinking 'You keep it in your bag? You saddo' but to be honest, when ever I felt down that was all I ever wanted to see.
"What is it?"
I smiled at her question, not taking my eyes off of it. "It's what my best friend gave me. It's what she gave me."
"What's her name?"
I looked at her, noticing her tears had dried up and she was back to her normal self. "I don't know." There was no point in trying to make myself look better; she needed my honesty.
"Well whoever she is, she's lucky to have a best friend like you."
I'd half expected her to laugh at how stupid I looked calling someone my best friend and holding onto a piece of paper for twelve years without even knowing her name. "Yeah."
Her features seemed so pure, so innocent, not a mean bone in her body.
"Oh good, you're better."
I smiled at Stella, looking at Macy one more time before getting up and greeting her.
I don't know about Macy but I was defiantly in a better mood.
I personally thought that was incredibly cute :).
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