Science fiction was a bore. Oh whoops, I meant to say that Theology was boring. And after that, was English. I love English, and writing, but this class was really loud and not behaved. I figured I'd be doing a lot of personal reading during that class. She assigned we write an autobiography, and gave us all the information that needed to be in it. She said it would be for our guidance counselors, but she would also be reading it for a grade.

After school, my dad picked me up, immediately dropping me off at home. I informed him on where I would be going soon, and that I wouldn't be back until about eight.

As I began walking towards my old high school, I couldn't help but think of the guy from my Latin class. He was actually really attractive, and not really my type. But I couldn't help but look at him. He actually sort of reminded me of Sheldon Cooper, from the Big Bang Theory. He was tall, and had the same shape face. Apart from Sheldon not being very muscular, they looked pretty similar. And his smile… it made my body go numb. I just met him – don't even know his name yet! – but I'm already hooked on him. And the way he smiled as he tilted his head, staring intently into my eyes. Some people would find it creepy, I couldn't help but feel flattered. He must have liked me. Or seen something about me he liked, for him to look at me that long.

"Dylan!" I ran into the arms of my best friend, as he embraced me in his muscular grip.

"I missed you," I mumbled into his chest, wanting to cry. His scent so familiar, yet so far away and forgotten.

"I missed you too, Miles," I could feel his cheeks smiling onto the top of my head. We finally stepped away, looking over each other, as if examining. It was just something we always did to each other when we met up. We would see how we had changed, and what we loved that stayed the same.

"Ready for the game?" he was already in his uniform, and wearing all of his gear. They are playing a rivalry game today, so there also should be a lot of people showing up soon. Good thing I got here early, or else I probably wouldn't have even been able to meet up with him alone.

"Yeah. I wish you could stand on the sideline with me, since we don't really play all that much since it's high school football," we laughed. It's our joke, saying how unprofessional and different it is. For the most part, there's nothing similar about pro football. It goes much slower, the players are much worse, and the offense hardly ever does well.

"I can't believe your mom is letting you play football," I shook my head, wondering how she would actually allow him to play a sport where almost every person who plays, gets hurt.

"I know right? She's changed a whole lot. Letting me do more things now," he smiled, taking my hand and leading me towards the sidelines of the field.

"Time for you to warm-up?" he nodded almost glumly, kissing my hand and taking off for the field.

"I love you Miley Ray!" he shouted over to me, causing most of the people in the stands to look over at us. I kissed my hand on the spot where he just had.

"I love you too, Dylan," I whispered to myself.

...

"We are winning by 3, with only five minutes left in the game!" the announcer said over the speakers. I was still standing on the sideline, since Dylan convinced the coach that he needed me, as I was his good luck charm. Dylan had caught two touch down passes, and had even saved them from an almost interception, by hitting a guy so hard as he caught the ball, it came out and they recovered it.

"You think we got this?" he was out of breath, chugging Gatorade down his throat, while his arm draped lazily over my shoulder.

"I think this game is in the bag!" Giggling to myself, he smiled and continued to drink, attempting to lower his heart rate.

"So, thinking about homecoming?" I smiled at his question, wondering if he had found a girl to take yet.

"Yes, I have thought about homecoming. And I am going to go. I'm just waiting for someone to ask, or decide whether I want to go with my soccer team. Depends on whether we become better friends before the dance. I think it's October 16?" I replied, squinting, and trying to remember the exact date of the event.

"Our homecoming is on a different day, you know that right? It might be the week after yours," he looked me in the eyes, smirking.

"I won't allow you to ask me to Homecoming this year. You need to ask someone else. Please, do this for me. I was deprived of my homecoming last year, and I was happy that you went and had fun. I had the best night, hearing all the things your date did. I mean, that would never have happened if we went together, because I would be the one doing those things and making a story to tell! But I would already know it!" I smiled.

"Fine. But if I don't have a date by October 2nd, then you are going to come with me," he smiled evilly, sticking out his hand for a shake.

"Deal," and we sealed the deal.

"You played great sweetie!" Dylan's mom was driving me home, while Dylan changed out of his stinky uniform beside me in the back seat.

"Yeah, you played great son! They never would have even gotten a first down if it weren't for you. Or Riley, he kept running the ball for all those yards!"

Dylan rolled his eyes, waiting until I smiled before he replied.

"Thanks mom," she smiled happily in return before turning back to the dark road and beginning a conversation with her husband.

"Can I come to your homecoming? Since you won't allow yourself to mine?" he looked hopeful, making me feel guilty in my answer.

"If nobody asks me by October 2nd, then you may come with me yes," I smiled slightly as I felt the car come to a stop. I grabbed my bag and stepped outside, to only be greeted by Dylan's chest.

"Thanks for the ride guys!" I said to his parents, shutting the car door.

"I'll come visit again, don't worry. And if something is ever wrong, just come by here and we can talk okay?" I threw my arms over him, puling him closer to me. Sometimes it felt like I was the older sister for this guy, and he needed me more than I needed him. But, we needed each other equally, and I knew that.

"Bye Miles," he kissed my cheek before climbing back into his car, and drove away.

"I'm home!" I yelled, stepping into my house.

"I made burgers," my dad said, sitting at the kitchen table while eating and watching NCIS.

"Sweet," I grabbed a plate, giving myself a burger and sitting down at the table, watching TV with him.

...

The next day, didn't start off so well. So first off, Marcus wasn't there for whatever reason, so I had absolutely nobody to talk to during homeroom. Once again alone, and then later it took me forever to get my lunch, so I ended up having nowhere to sit since the soccer table was full. I ended up going to the Chapel and chilling there. You know how wrong that is to me? Spending my free time in a church, when I don't believe what they teach, and it looks like I'm constantly being tested of my patience on their beliefs.

The worst was Latin class. I heard his friend talking about a girl as they walked into the room. Sarah was her name. I also found out that he's a junior. Which basically means, I have almost no shot with him. And once he finds out that I'm just a sophomore that he wouldn't bother. Something about that is supposedly unattractive.

I refused to look at him for the majority of the class, which only made me want to feel like crying. I still don't know his name, and I still can't get him out of my mind. I wish he would just talk to me, or at least acknowledge that he sees that I'm not looking at him with as much interest as before.

"What's wrong with you today?" Nate tapped my shoulder, waiting for me to answer. He was acting concerned, and I honestly didn't feel like dealing with it right now. Sure, he cared about me in some form, but I didn't feel like appreciating it.

"Just worried about the game today," I looked out the window, hoping the questions would stop.

"You play soccer?"

"Yeah, I do," I began the homework for the night; just wishing he would get the message. But of course he didn't, and all I saw was the look of confusion on my guy of interests friend, RJ. See, isn't it weird that I know his friends name as opposed to his. I must admit that it made me interested that that statement intrigued him. I just hoped it meant that my guy was interested and had talked about me. I think I'm just going to call him 'Live strong' until I find out his name. He's wearing the yellow band, so it seems easy to remember.

"Oh sweet, I'll come watch the game," Nate smiled turning back to the board to listen to our teacher continue on her lecture.

"Great," I mumbled.

...

"Are you ready? I hear they're hard," Liz said. She's on the team too, and was walking with me to the bleachers.

"Yeah, this should be fun. It's our first game!" I tried sounding excited as we stepped onto the track, heading towards our bench. The coaches were already there setting up the cones for warm-up. We were the only two players already there, and it felt kind of good. We were two of the most dedicated players on the team, so having this kind of reassurance of our superiority was kind of nice. I grabbed the warm-up playlist CD from Mr. Lucas, walking up the bleachers to the announcer box, where the music would be initially played. On my way back down, I noticed a group of guys. From the things that my friend Jenny has told me (she has two older siblings at the school, one sister and one brother) these guys were all juniors, apart from the two seniors who had girlfriends on the team. The thing that caught my eye wasn't that they were all looking at me curiously as I walked back down towards the field, but he was there. The guy from my Latin class. The guy that I've been obsessed over for the past week. He was there, with all of his friends, staring at me. I tried to look away, but I couldn't help myself. I was only thinking about not falling on my face, and how mesmerizing his eyes were.

"MILEY!" I heard a male voice scream from the left of me. I immediately turned to see Dylan standing there. I started to run down the bleachers, meeting him halfway. The junior boys from my school just continued looking as I walked over to my friend, passing them in the process. I couldn't help but look over at the guy before heading to Dylan.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, as he pulled me into his warm embrace.

"I came to watch your first game, of course," I felt him smile through our hug. I felt kind of guilty about having this kind of encounter with him right in front of the guy I sort of have come to like. Dylan noticed as I looked towards the group of guys from my school, again, and started blushing immensely.

"Since when did you start becoming a girl?" he asked, making me scoff. Clearly I would be offending by that kind of statement.

"I am a girl, Dylan," I rolled my eyes at him annoyed.

"Don't pretend that offended you. As in I know you're a girl, with all the female bits and pieces. Been there, done that. But you are not one of those annoying ones who do something every 2 seconds that reminds everyone that they are a girl," was his response.

"My bits and pieces, hmm," I considered that for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Just sit down and don't say anything for a while, okay?" I patted him on the head before heading back down to the field and meeting up with the other players on my team that were just now showing up and getting their gear on. Since Liz and I were two of the youngest players on the team, we were stuck with getting all the equipment out of the bags, and removing the pennies as well. It wasn't hard, it was just a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially today, since I knew who would be watching me. I don't know what I am more nervous for. Dylan yelling during the game and embarrassing me in some way, shape or form, or that he was watching; the guy whose name I still don't know.

…

"You know you looking' at a winner, winner, winner!" Sydney and I sang and laughed at each other, walking away after we just announced the starting line-up. I was starting as the center middy, and she at left wing full back. We continued walking back to the bench, grabbing some water as the coach began to talk about the key points for the game, and things we needed to be ready for.

"Go Kasey!" one of the junior guys yelled. It was directed towards another new sophomore girl, who was also on this team. She wasn't starting, but she was pretty good from what I saw in tryouts, and from the last few days at practice.

"Hey Mark, RJ, Nick, Danny, and Sam!" she yelled back, winking to whoever.

So I figured out his name. It's Nick. I'm still deciding on whether that's a good thing or not. All I know is, he wasn't too thrilled about Dylan's remark a minute later.

"I love you Miley, kick ass!" my biggest fan yelled from the bleachers, with a giant grin plastered on his face. I blew him an air kiss before going into our huddle as we started to take the field moments later.

This is going to be a long first game.

Sorry it took so long for me to update. LONG story. So i had a game every day this week, and then after my game on friday i had to go to a soccer tournament with my other team - it was 5 hours away; then i had to get up 4 hours later! EW. No sleep + Emily = Unhappy. And then i had games, and well there's more but its so boring so lets skip it ? ;) TELL me how your columbus day weekend is going! I don't have school tomorrow, so i will be writing more tomorrow, and hopefully posting something... thursday. I have games on tuesday & wednesday. OH, and guess what. My homecoming is this week! so excited.

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