Chapter 11: Secrets (part 2)
Just as I was about to score another goal, Princess intercepted. I can't believe I was so foolish; I should've seen the looks of jealousy she'd shot me. How she'd pouted when Brick and I took over, how she'd sneered when he smirked at me, and the most obvious one: how she'd stomped her foot in petulance after he smiled when he saw me scoring. I'd just done the impossible. Brick never smiled; him smiling, is like the world suddenly becoming free of all conflict and problems. It was just that spectacular of a sight. But this game, that was important, too. It was like a matter of pride for the guys; I knew I couldn't let them down. When Princess came closer I prepared to back away. However, what came next caught even me off-guard.
Princess wheeled around me in a smooth maneuver of which I had never seen the likes of (though I'll have to say I was quite impressed) and kicked the ball in to the other team's net while doing it in such a way and angle that anyone looking would've thought I'd shot it, all the while with that disgusting, cocky smirk of hers. But the truth was I didn't shoot that ball. Yet I couldn't help bathing in shame and stopping the tears that came up when the room became silent. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the looks of anger and shame from my team mates; even Boomer, the usually happy-go-lucky fellow was shaking his head. I'd just lost the game; and it hadn't even been my fault.
As everyone backed out of the gym, I ran for the girls' washroom, my tears already burning at the back of my throat. I couldn't hold it back, so I didn't. I cried, weeping softly; and even then, crying felt like the best thing I had ever done.