I hate everything about you,
Why do I love you?LETTING IT OUT
Lance
She hates me.
She really hates me.
Lioness Soph hasn't shot me a smile in a month. If it weren't for the picture in my desk, the one from Middle School Graduation Day, I would have forgotten what her smile looks like.
Amy continues to follow her like a puppet. But yesterday I saw her sitting with a girl I didn't know. Her hair was obviously dyed black; her roots were a fine blonde. She wore a black hooded sweatshirt and skinny jeans. Goth. Not Soph's usual crowd. Something about that girl seemed too familiar... Like I knew her from somewhere.
Of course, the circulation starts. "Who is she?" "Don't I know her?" "Why does Soph hang out with her all the time now?" "Are they dating?" So many questions fill the air. I was hoping that last one wasn't true. Or was Lars right?...
I'm sick of listening to this. It pisses me off to hear them gossip about her. It hurts me that she wants nothing to do with me. Even after what she said on the bus that day. "He cares about who we are, and that's why I love him!" Did she really like me this whole time? Could I have told her before without ruining anything?
No. Don't think about her. You'll lose it again. I had to do something to release all this pent up emotion.
Then I remembered: We have a game tomorrow night. And I can play, since Roy and I already served our suspension. Football. My answer.
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The silver coin lands on the ground, tails. Their ball. Time for the game to begin. Pure adrenalin rushes through my body. I go to the side and watch. The other team gets ready. Roy kicks the ball. Fourty, thirty, twenty... The ball is caught on the seventeen. Nice kick. The crowd roars, sending a fresh wave of energy through my veins. The receiver runs. He gains thirteen yards before being stopped by Steve. The ref says it's a fair catch, and the next play begins. Jeff is the first to the line of scrimmage. He takes the three finger stance, as usual, and anticipates the hike. The other quarterback yells, "Break!", and his team falls in on the line of scrimmage. The quarterback calls, "Blue 42! Blue 42! Hike!".
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You hate everything about me,
Why do you love me?
