Jill Valentine
Saturday night! The big game, the first of them all. Chris and I sit with the coach half an hour before the actual game. The rest of the team starts to arrive. "So what am I doing today coach," I ask cheerfully. "Well... You may not like this, but I need a mascot," he says. He sounded like he knew I wouldn't like it. "Why me," I pout. "Because we need all the players to ya' know... Play! Besides, you're not even really on the team. This makes you actually part of the team, it'll get you out of gym," he hopes to bribe me. "Fine," it worked. "Here," he pulls out the wolf costume. "Shouldn't it be a Raccoon," I ask. "The private school already has the Raccoon... We've got the wolf," he tries to make it sound cool, but it was still lame.
The game starts in six minutes and I'm stuck walking around in this stupid costume. I see Piers talking to Helena. I walk over. "Get out of here loser," Helena says to me. "Helena! It's me," I yell taking off the head. "Oh! Sorry Jill," she frowns, but then focuses back on Piers. I now look at him through his helmet. He looks like he's freaking out. "You okay," I ask. "He's having a panic attack," Helena explains, "He hasn't had one of these since Chicago... I think he'll be okay now though." "You sure Piers? I can get the coach," I ask. "No! I'm playing," he stands up more confidently. "Alright sweetie, kill 'em," Helena hugs him. "You'll be fine," I rest one of the giant paws on his shoulder. He looks at it, then at me, and then laughs, "Thanks Jill!" He runs off to join the others. "What's up with the suit," Helena asks. I put on the head, "Shut up!" She laughs and takes a picture with her phone. "I hate you," I sigh. "Come on Wolfie," she puts her arm around my shoulder and walks me out to the bleachers.
"See Piers' dad," she points. "Yeah," I say. My voice echoes through the mask. Next to him is Tommy and next to him is a woman I'd never seen before. "That's Piers' mom," Helena says pointing to the woman, "She was released just to see the game. That's why Piers was having the panic attack." I felt bad for him, but I knew he'd do a great job out there. I wouldn't let him play if he sucked, this was basically my team now, my family. "Should I talk to her," I ask her. "Yeah... He always talks about you, well and Chris. She'd love to finally meet one of you." I make my way over, taking a seat next to her. She looks over to me and laughs nervously. "What," I ask. She's still nervous. "Oh! The mask," I yell before pulling it off. "Mom! This is the Jill Piers' always telling you about," Tom introduces me. "Oh I'm sorry dear... I thought you were trying to raise spirits," she laughs. "Sorry Mrs. Nivans. I was trying to introduce myself, completely forgot that I was wearing the suit," I explain. "Feels like I already know you," she smiles shaking my wolf hand. I smile back. It was nice that Piers was talking to her about me, was I that important in his life?
"My son speaks very fondly about you," she smiles, "To be honest I think he has a crush on you!" I laugh not knowing what to say. I couldn't tell her that her son was gay, not my place. "He's a great kid! He's always looking out for all of us," I smile. "Glad to hear I raised him right," she says proudly. "I'm sorry I have to cut this short! I need to be laughed at," I put the head back on.
Claire Redfield
A few of my friends and I came to Chris' game. He was the captain of the team and I would always support him. We were a big part of each other's lives, especially since mom and dad were so... Whatever. Sherry and Jake came, Leon and Ada were out somewhere on a date. It sucks being the single one, but Sherry and Jake were always good at not making me feel like the third wheel. The teams begin to step onto the field, I don't even know the rules of the sport, but I begin to cheer when Chris' team steps onto the field. Sherry and Jake stand up too. The goofy mascot then runs across the field, I never understood while our school's mascot was a Raccoon but we didn't play any sports. Probably just to mess with the public school, who was stuck with the wolf. It had dawned on me a few times, why was I sent to private school, but Chris sent to public? Was it our different attitudes? Was it just some experiment? Or did they have a real motive they wouldn't tell us?
The game had officially started, like I said I knew nothing, but the kicker I could tell knew what he was doing. Chris might've been good at knocking down large guys, but he couldn't kick like this kid. It was definitely impressive. I get really into cheering for Chris that I don't even notice Sherry and Jake making out on top of my bag. The mascot comes over. "Give me a R," it yells. The voice is feminine, funny. We yell back with an 'R'. "Give me a C!" 'C' followed by 'W' 'O' 'L' 'V' 'E' 'S'. "What does it spell," the wolf yells. "R.C. Wolves," we yell excitedly. She runs off to the next set of bleachers, but trips over the oversized feet. I can't help but laugh at her. The head had fallen up and the girl gets up. I'd seen her before... Shit! It's Chris' girlfriend. I run down the bleachers to help her up. "You okay," I ask. "Yeah... Thanks. I... uh," she's cut off when she recognizes me. "You're Chris' sister right? Claire," she asks. "Yeah! Surprised you remembered... Anyway, saw you fall and I recognized you. Thought I should help," I smile. "Well again, thanks," Jill smiles back. She puts the mask back on and begins to walk away. "Hey," I call her attention. "Yeah," she asks through the mask. "Please... Take care of him," I beg. She nods, "I will."
Her words did actually help put me at ease. He's had a tough ride, he needs someone like her. She's sweet, pretty, and had nice hair. He'd talk to me about her all the time... When he was actually home. He really loved her, it wasn't like one of those other girls he'd dated. He really had feelings for her, but I wasn't going to get involved. At least no more then I just did.
Chris Redfield
We're down to the final seconds, the score is 16 16. We have a kick, if Piers makes this, we win. I set up the ball for him. He looks nervous, his breathing is heavy. "Piers... You can do this," I pat him on the shoulder before leaving him to it. I hear his deep breath before he runs to kick it. His foot collides with the ball and it goes flying through the air. Everyone watches as it moves. Everyone in the audience, on the other team, hell even our team, is surprised when the ball passes through the goalpost. "Holy shit! I made that," Piers yells. My first instinct is to run over to him and hug him. I decide to satisfy it, then lifting him up on my single shoulder. The whole team chanting as I did. He was the only reason we won this. Then the big goofy mascot comes running over. I know it's Jill, but I still laugh as she haphazardly walks toward us. "You did it," she screams taking off the wolf head. Piers smiles down at her, then to me. I smile back and he just stays there before looking at the rest of the team surrounding us.
He's so happy. It's like this was his biggest achievement ever, it might've been. I don't know, but I was proud of him. He jumps down from my shoulder and runs past all of us. "Where you going Piers," I ask. He doesn't respond, but Jill moves over to me. "Watch," she says resting her head against my sweaty arm. She slowly picks her head up, wiping the side of it. "That's gross," she cries. I watch as Piers hugs a woman standing with Helena, his brother and his father. "His mom," I ask Jill. "Yeah... She came out just for the game. That's why he was having a panic attack before this," she says. "He was having a panic attack," I ask genuinely worried. "Yeah, but Helena helped him through it. He was fine, and he made that fucking kick," she's all giddy from winning the game. I'm used to this feeling, most of the team is. I forget Jill and Piers were relatively new to the whole football world. "Oh! Claire's here," she says. "She is," I ask. "Yeah, I spoke to her earlier. You're still coming over right," Jill asks. "Yeah... Let me just talk to her," I tell her. "Okay," she nods. I run off to the bleachers. Claire's red hair and vest makes her easy to spot.
"Claire! Glad you could make it," I yell happily. "Congrats bro," she hugs me. "Thanks... Um, listen. I'm probably not coming home tonight," I tell her. "Oh... Okay, team party," she asked. "No... I'm going over Jill's," I tell her. I wasn't going to lie to her, she was my whole family. The only one that mattered. She throws something at me, I catch it before it hits my head. It's a condom. "I have my own," I tell her. "Just making sure," she shrugs. "Love you Claire," I smile. "I know," she smiles. I run back to Jill, who was still waiting in the same spot. "Hey, one more thing," I tell Jill before running over to Piers' family. "Piers! You were the reason we won that game! Hope you know that," I tell him, "See you on Monday."
Piers was my friend, and knowing he had that panic attack made me see that he's still just a scared kid. I hoped the captain's word in front of his family would bring up his self-esteem. It would definitely impress his parents. He seemed like one of those kids that was happy and all, but didn't think his parents knew what he was like. I could see they loved him, just by how they were talking when I came up, but maybe he didn't see it that way. Then I head back to Jill for the last time. "Alright let's go," I tell her. We walk back to my car, my arm around her neck the whole time. "Nice job out there Redfield," she smiles. "Yeah... You too Valentine," I kiss her forehead.
Soon enough, we're at her place, up in her room. The house is ours, I'm in her room alone with her. For some reason, I was extremely nervous this time. I think because I thought I knew what was coming. We both seemed awkward. "Have you ever," Jill starts but stopped. "Am I a virgin," I finish her question. She nods. "No," I answer truthfully. Her face turns red, she's clearly embarrassed. "Don't worry," I place my lips against hers. As the kiss got more passionate, my hand ran up her thigh. She pushed me back onto the bed, before straddling me. The kiss still going on, I now run my hands down her back. I'm surprised that she's kind of taking over, and I wasn't the kind of guy to let that happen. I turn her over, switching the position. It isn't long before she's pulling at my shirt. "Jill. Just say the word, we'll stop," I tell her. I didn't want her to feel pressured. She nods before pulling me into another kiss. We slip off her shirt together, and my hands unhook her bra. She seems nervous, maybe even embarrassed. But this was her first time, I was expecting that.
Piers Nivans
We had to take mom back to the hospital, but she was so proud of me. I loved the feeling, it was just perfect that the game she came to was the one I got to make that kick. You don't know how happy that had made me. When we get home, Helena and Tom tried to make a cake together, but that was a disaster. Just them working together was bad enough. The fact they messed up the cake was another matter entirely. After trying to eat the cake, Helena and I went back to my room. "So... I know this isn't my place, but are you ever going to tell your parents," she asks. I let out a long sigh, "I don't know Helena... I don't know how. I just feel like if I do, I'll disappoint them," I tell her. "Disappoint them? You don't think they'll just accept you? Have you met your parents," she asked. "Helena, you aren't their kid. You don't understand..." "Okay fine," she says, "I just wanted to tell you that you should tell them... Maybe not today or this week, but eventually."
The next morning, I sit on my computer as Helena takes her morning shower. Outside of my window, in the corner of my eye, I see Chris walking to his car. He stayed the night? Like the whole night? "Jill!" I send her on facebook. "Yes Piers," she responds quickly. "You two... You two did it," I ask. "Did what," she asks. She's either making me say it, or doesn't know what I'm talking about. "You guys had sex?" It takes a while before she responds. "Yeah... We did! It was great!" I was impressed, proud of her, but also a little jealous. Helena comes in wearing only a towel. "Chris and Jill had sex last night," I tell her. "Really? Good for her," Helena smiled grabbing clothes. "You okay," she asks. "Yes Helena," I say annoyed, "I'm over him." Helena smiles, "Okay." I wasn't really, and Helena knew that, but once again, they're my best friends and I wouldn't end their happiness.
Monday, Jill, Helena and I walked to school. "So how was he," Helena asks her. Jill laughs, "Great! He was my first so I don't really know anything else to base it on." Helena was one of those girls that've done it a bunch of times. Even if she was only a sophomore. I was the only one still a virgin in our group now. Chris, Richard and Forest happened to be waiting out front, maybe for us or just a coincidence. "Hey Jill," Chris pulls her into a kiss. We all greet each other and eventually start talking about random high school things. We all head to our lockers. Jill opens her's right when Jessica Sherawat approached. "You two were the ones that threw the paint on me at my party! You two are going to pay for this," she yells. "Get over it Jessica. No one likes you," Chris stood in between her and Jill. "Oh yeah... We'll see about that," Jessica smiled before walking away. "She's such a loser," I say aloud. We head to class like usual, ate lunch together, and eventually Helena, Jill and I walked home. It was a usual boring day, everything was becoming routine. We needed something to do, I needed a date. Everyone else got one, why couldn't I? I needed to find someone that was available, and actually into me.