I am so sorry that I haven't updated this! School was hectic, plus I had a lot of doctor's appointments and medical tests, and time just got away from me!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Myer and I do not own Twilight or any of the characters!
•Renesmee•
I am an idiot.
How had I let some boy I didn't know—some La Push boy I didn't know—talk me into coming to the game? Answer: I was a lot more masochistic than I thought.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hide from the cold. I hated coming to the football games, even when Mike and I were dating. I didn't understand football—it was just a bunch of boys tackling each other for a ball.
My attention really wasn't on the game, anyway. Looking at Mike, watching the way he moved with such self-assurance, threatened more tears; and I would not cry again. Instead, my attention was on trying to make myself deaf. I had thought that since Mike had waited to break up with me until after school that he wanted to keep it private—I was wrong. He just expected that I'd eventually break down and didn't want anyone to see me as a wreck, because it would ruin his image. Honestly, I should have seen that one coming—Mike always won to care more about image than anything else.
"…dumped her right after the final bell…"
"…he waited until everyone was out of the school so she wouldn't embarrass him…"
"…took it hard. Look at her face…"
Pretending to warm up my ears, I pressed my mitten-covered hands to my ears in a vain attempt to block out the gossip.
Half time had come and gone and Forks High was beating La Push by a few touchdowns. I was starting to beat myself up. Not only had I willing promised a La Push boy that I would come to the game, I willingly told him I trusted him, and the most messed up part of all was that I actually believed him when he said he'd put Mike in his place. Once again, I am an idiot.
The game was coming to a close now, and Forks and La Push were tied. As another batch of shivers racked my body, I pulled my coat tighter around my body. Mike had the ball and it was obvious that Forks was going to win, and Mike would once again by Forks High's 'hero.' By now, I didn't care if he was. I had learned that I was wrong to trust the strange boy that consoled me in the hall and I just wanted to go home.
My head had been down when a large gasp resounded from this side of the bleachers, the Forks side. I snapped my head up and was instantly met with the sight of Mike on the ground, groaning. My mouth fell open as I located who had knocked Mike down—the boy from the hall, the one I promised and trusted.
I couldn't help but smile as he scored the winning touchdown for La Push High School. It was good that Mike wouldn't get to be happy on a night where I would be so miserable. I stood up along with many of the other Forks students. I was heading towards the stairway that would lead down to the track when I glanced out onto to the field and caught the La Push boy watching me. When I caught his eye, he flashed me a grin and I couldn't help but to smile back.
It had taken a lot longer to get out of the school than I thought it would. Since I was one of the first people to leave, I figured I could just snake through the halls and out into the student parking lot—yeah, it didn't work out that way.
The halls had been cramped and congested with Forks students morning over the lost to our biggest rival, and with La Push students rubbing their victory in our faces. By the time I pushed open the door leading to the parking lot, it was already twenty-five minutes after the game had ended.
The football players were already outside. I sidestepped the Forks players, not wanting to have to confront Mike or any of his egotistical friends right now. However, in doing that, I had to step right into a group of La Push players. Luckily, most of them were too busy reveling in their victory to notice me, so I only got teased about 'my defeat' from a handful of people.
I was almost out of the group of large, tan boys when a certain boy stepped in front of me. Looking up, I was met with the lazy grin of La Push's quarter back, the boy who had been in the halls.
"So, how was that for a game?" He was entirely too cocky.
"I've seen better," I remarked, crossing my arms over my chest. "But I did quite enjoy when you knocked Mike on his ass."
His grin turned into a mischievous smirk. "I thought you might like that."
I couldn't help the eye roll that was triggered by his cockiness. Most footballers seemed to have this quality. On Mike it had been absolutely annoying. However, on this boy, it was actually quite…charming.
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