This game is actually quite brutal. Already I've seen two players get tackled so hard they couldn't get up. And its barely the first half. Skye, very reluctantly, say beside me on the bottom row of bleachers. I was shocked to hear she didn't get suspended. She didn't even have in school suspension.
Sitting with her, I abesently watched the field as the characters tackled and ran at each other. I couldn't help but think about my weird daydream. It had felt so surreal, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
"If you sigh one more time......." I joked, laughing as she glared at me, but I could see her lips form a slight smile.
"Why exactly am I here?" Skye asked, looking to me.
Shivering, I shrugged. "I couldn't get anyone else to come with me."
"So, I'm your last resort? Thanks, that's a real confidence booster." Nudging her shoulder, I laughed as she attempted to pout, but ended up bursting into a small fit of giggles. I was glad that we were on good terms again. I found it very stressful fighting, or silently fighting, with her. Not only because I somewhat had feelings for her, but I actually enjoyed talking to her. She made it easy. It was comfortable. Not in the same way that I had with Sloan. Sloan and I could literally talk about the most obscure, ludicrous things. Like how taking a shit in the girls bathroom is practically impossible because there's always someone in there fixing their hair.
But with Skye. It's different. Like I feel safe talking to Sloan about anything, because I know she cares about me. When I'm with Skye, I don't even realize I'm telling her things, until she responds to it. Is that weird? I feel like it is. But it's true.
"You know," Skye started, glancing at me, "The game is actually a lot better if you're actually watching it." Blushing, I shrugged. Had I really been staring that long?
Shivering again, I wrapped my arms around myself. Once again turning to watch the game absentmindly. Laughing quietly yo herself, Skye stood and shrugged her jacket off. Draping it over my shoulders. Plopping back down on the bleachers, she pulled out her phone. It was lit up, with Baileys name on the screen. Declining the call, she shoved the phone back into her pocket. Shaking her head lightly.
"Everything ok?" She looked over at me, smiling a bit. I could tell she was aggravated with something. Either that, or she was starting to regret giving me her jacket. Seriously, it was way too early in the school year for it to be this cold. Like, come on.
"It's complicated. Girl drama. It's a wonder why I didn't go straight a long time ago." Leaning back, she rested her elbows on the row of seats behind her. Stretching herself out.
Debating whether or not I should tell her about what I saw today, I inched my hand closer to my phone. If I told her, it would either end in one of two ways. She'd brush it off and act like she doesn't actually care. Or, she'd get pissed, and shut me out again. Not wanting to take the chance, I decided I would just delete the picture later on. There was no point in showing her now, if the relationship between them is already going to end. There's no need to add onto the hurt.
"Well, do you want to talk about it?"
"At a football game? Are you serious?" Skye said sarcastically. Knowing this was how she acted when she was upset or bothered, I pressed on lightly.
"Well, apparently, Sloan saw, or thinks she saw her with some random guy. Which, you know, I'm not really bothered by it. Especially considering I only started dating her to stop myself from thinking about-......" Stopping abruptly, she shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, it's complicated."
"Stop thinking about what?" I asked. She didn't think I caught on to what she had said, but I did. Â I catch onto everything.
"To stop thinking about you." She said dejectedly. Before I could think of a reply the vast amount of people around us, stood and roared with cheer. Looking at the scoreboard, I saw we were up by ten. And it was the last minute of the game. Looking back over to my side, I was met with a fierce pair of eyes. They were swirling with different emotions. Ranging from something that was like anger, to what I thought was fascination. "Are you hungry?" She asked.
"I could eat." I said shortly, watching her eyes. She looked conflicted. But about what? Â About what she told me? It was hard to think that she started dating someone she wasn't really attracted to because of me. Getting up, I silently followed her to the concessions. Where we ordered two nachos and two cokes. I'm still trying to work on reading Skye. I feel like I've gotten pretty better at it. But now, I feel as if we're back to where we first met. Where she would barely even look at me. Like she was there, but she wasn't.
"Here you go." She smiled fakely, heading bald to our seats.
"Skye?"
"Mmmm?" She sounded, her mouth full of cheesy nachos. God, she eats like a pig sometimes.
"What did you mean?" I asked, looking forward to the field. I didn't want to look into her eyes again. They seemed to leave me breath,ess each time I did.
"I mean a lot of things." Here we go again. Her walls were going back up. I didn't want that. So I suppose I would either have to tread extremely carefully, or I would just have to wait and bring this up at a later time. Perhaps when there wasn't a whole bunch of my fellow classmates around to witness if Skye did indeed get tired of my shit and curse me out.
"I meant...." I said, going with the treading extremely carefully option. "What did you mean when you said that the only reason you started to date Bailey, was to stop thinking about me?"
"Can we not talk about this here?" She asked, setting her empty tray of nachos down beside her.
"We will talk about it?"
"Yes, but not here."
Nodding my head silently, I sat there, wrapping myself tighter into Skye's jacket, watching silently as the game progressed into the final quarter.
*******End of Game*******
Walking out of the gates, I watched as my fellow classmates jumped and hollered, celebrating their recent win. The final score ended up being, 47:23. It was the best game of the season for our varsity team.
Heading to Skye's car, we waited to meet up with Sloan and her new boyfriend. This was the first time I would actually have a proper introduction with him. Rather than seeing him over Skype or FaceTime.
"Hey girl!" I heard as sloans voice call from behind me. I turned around, watching as she approached, wrapped in a letterman. That I'm assuming belonged to the boy standing beside her. He was quite tall. I was impressed that she finally find someone who was actually taller than her. "Skye, Megan, I want you guys to meet my boyfriend, Chase. Chase, this is my sister, Skye, and my best friend, Megan."
"Hey, it's nice to meet you guys finally. I've heard nothing but good things." Chase said, extending his hand to both of us. So, he had manners, and the looks. He's a keeper. Winking at Sloan, I hopped into the passenger seat, cranking up the heater as soon as Skye turned the key.
The whole ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about what I wanted to ask Skye. What she had meant. Why she had said it. I wanted to get her alone, and the fact that Sloans boyfriend was over would be the perfect excuse.
Walking into the house, I winked at Sloan as she took Chase upstairs. Seeing that Skye had no intention of going upstairs anytime soon, I sat beside her on the couch. Looking to her expectantly, I didn't say anything as she got settled.
"Go ahead and ask." She said softly.
"What did you mean?"
"I meant......." Turning towards me, she once again took my breath away with how fierce they looked. How full of emotion they were. "I meant, that I started dating Bailey because I knew I couldn't have you."
Watching her, she shook her head. Like she didn't think her words were important to me, but I found myself hanging on every word. Analyzing them. Does she mean she likes me? That she only wanted to distract herself with Bailey because she didn't have me?
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, that ever since I met you.....and I'm not talking about when we first actually started talking, I'm talking about when Sloan first brought you over and introduced you to our parents, all I've ever wanted to do.....all I want to do, is kiss you." It was hard to keep my mouth from hanging open at her words. Here we were. Sitting on Skye's couch. Her admitting to me that she basically like me since day one . Why now?
"What's stopping you?" Feeling the tension build as she stared at me again, her eyes swirling even more fanatically than before. I found myself leaning in.
"I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"A lot of things." Playing with her fingers, she looked away for a second before looking back into my eyes. " I'm scared of hurting you......of being hurt by you."
Wrapping my hand lightly around hers, I was at a loss for words. I wasn't sure what to do next, but I did know something. I wanted nothing more than to see if her lips would feel as nice as they did in the daydream. So I started leaning in. Closing the distance slowly.
Just as our lips were about to brush, Sloan came bounding down the stairs. Laughing loudly as she jumped down the last step. Jumping apart quickly, we turned our attention towards the Tv. That was yet to be turned on.
"Hey, Skye, can you drive Chase home?" Sloan asked, giving me a weird look, but I avoided her eyes. I knew that would only set off her radar even more, but I would cross that bridge when I got to it.
"Yeah." Standing, she grabbed her keys from the counter, and headed out the door. Once they were gone, Sloan sat down beside me. I prepared myself to be questioned.
"What was that about?"
"Bailey drama." Which wasn't totally a lie. Sloan seemed to buy it. Shrugging as she took the remote.
The rest of the night was spent with me thinking about how if Sloan had walked in a few seconds later, she would have walked in on her best friend making out with her sister.
And once again, I felt myself feel guilty. I had a promise. I need to keep it.
But it's so hard when every fiber of my being, feels like it's being drawn to Skye.
If I'm being honest, I'm afraid of the the same thing. I don't want to be hurt. And I don't want to hurt her.