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    I may not be a huge football fan, but I''m huge supporter of Ss. That''s why I''m dressed in blue and white. I debated wearing a jersey with his number on it, but I decided against that at the veryst second even though I had already purchased one. It felt like a girlfriend move and I''m not his girlfriend. We are just best friends. I''m still not used to that, but I love eve single thing about our friendship. We had breakfast together yesterday. The way I was excited about seeing him worried me. I''m not supposed to be this excited when I''m meeting, my friend I have never been this excited about meeting Everest. Is it because Ss and I have a special bond now? "You look beautiful!" Sabrina tells me as I meet her in front of the entrance of the field. The game starts in forty-five minutes, but we agreed on getting here carly to find good spots. "You too!" I grin at her. Sabrina looks absolutely gorgeous with the way her ck hair is pulled back in a high ponytail. She has a jawline that anyone. would die for. The eyeliner she has around her green eyes makes their color


    pop. We quickly buy hotdogs and I get a blueberry smoothie while Sabrina gets a Sprite then head to the benches. It seems like a lot of people have thought the same, because even though there are thirty-five hours to go, the ce is almost fully packed. However, we manage to find a good ce to sit. I look at the yers and immediately manage to spot Ss. He looks incredibly hot in his uniform. They are doing some warm-ups and the way he moves his body makes it impossible for me to keep my eyes off him.


    "How does it feel like being friends with the bulky one in number twelve?" Sabrina smirks as she nudges me. "Might I say that it''s very unusual for friends to eye each other the way you''re eyeing him?" Her teasing tone makes me groan. Sabrina believes that I like him and Kendall believes that he likes me. At least none of them thinks that we like each other.


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    I''m going to Italy tomorrow." I look at her in confusion. "Oh, I''m sorry. I thought we were mentioning things that aren''t true." She gives me a sheepish smile.


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    You impossible," í mutter and look at the field, only to find that said friend waving at me excitedly. How did he manage to spot me? "Good luck!" I yell, cing my hands on the sides of my mouth in an ampt to amplify the volume of my voice. "You know him personally?" The girl beside me asks in disbelief. "Yeah," I reply casually.


    "It''s just that he keeps to himself," she says, surprise still evident in her voice.


    "I know." I shrug. "I''ve known him for years."


    "I''m going to buy you a new book if Ss doesn''t ask you out within two months," Sabrina says. "But if he does, you''re buying me lunch for two days." She seems quite confident about what she''s saying.


    The thing is, if Ss really asks me out, am I going to say yes? Do I even like Ss to date him? It''s not only about liking him. I have always been against friends dating each other, because what if you break up? Wouldn''t that ruin your friendship? That would be such a bummer. Would I waste a good friendship for the sake of a possible rtionship?


    I shake my head at this rediculous thought. How can I even allow myself to entertain such thoughts? Ss would never ask me out. I''m the friend whom he feelsfortable with.


    "You''re unbelievable. I think I''m going to set you up with someone to keep you busy," I tell her.


    "Can you set me up with number 23?" She grins.


    "I will make sure to ask Ss about his avability."


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    Soon, the game starts and I like how our team, The Hawks, are doing really well, but the problem is that the opposing team is doing well too. The


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    audience roars with loud cheers when Ss scores another goal, making it his third one so far.


    I haven''t seen him y in a while and I must say, he has gotten so much better. He doesn''t spare any effort and is willing to do anything to make his team


    win.


    The first two quarters end before I know it. I''m very proud of Ss for scoring seven goals. The pride in me intensifies when I hear people screaming hist name, cheering for him to keep going. But the thing I cannot stand is how the girls around keepmenting about how hot he is. Why do I feel jealous? I''m not supposed to feel like that. He is nothing but a friend.


    The third quarter starts and our team is winning by three points, but I know that this can easily change. Ss manages to catch the ball and he strides. towards the opposing team''s end zone. He is about to score a touchdown, but a yer from the opposite team tackles Ss, making him take a hard fall.


    I gasp and stand up. Worry fills me and I silently pray for him to be okay. I wish I was able to go down the field and check on him.


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    "Come on, Ss," I mumble. His teammates are already around him and I see two medical staff, heading towards him. I breathe in relief when one of his teammates helps him stand up. He motions to the medical staff that he is okay and the game proceeds. I don''t think I can watch every game if there is a possible pity that he may get hurt. I cannot handle this kind of stress. My heart almost stopped when he was barely moving.


    "That was scary as hell," Sabrina says beside me and I don''t think I have agreed. to anything she has ever said the way I agree to her statement.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    "I need some water." I sigh and reach for the water bottle in my hand.


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    additional period is yed and our team scores the winning goal, the gamees to an end. I cheer with the crowd for The Hawks. Part of me wants to attend more games to support Ss, yet I cannot handle the idea of watching him hurt.


    I shoot a text to Ss, congratting him for winning the game, then ?abrina


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    and I head to my car. I drive her to her ce and head home.


    When I walk inside my apartment, I check my phone and find a message from Ss. Ss.


    Thanks cupcake! You left early. Thought you''d give me a congrattory hug


    Iugh at how adorable he is.


    If you make it home before 11, pass by for your congrattory hug!"


    I pick the book I''ve been reading for the past couple of hours and prop myself on the couch. I''m enjoying this book so far. It''s a marriage of convenience. romance and while I love everything about the plot, I don''t know if I can ever fall in love with somebody I''m married to out of of convenience. My parents'' marriage started as a marriage of convenience, then they eventually fell in love. Their marriage makes me believe that maybe love can blossom between a couple in the strangest ways. After all, Dad was supposed to get married to Mum''s step-sister. Mum told me about their story when I was quite young, because she didn''t want me to find out from anybody else but them. I was already aware of bits and pieces before she told me anything, but the picture became much clearer after she added the missing pieces. Personally, I want a kind of love that would make me think that it''s too good to be true and I don''t know, but I sometimes think that my standards are unattainable. I''m not sure if I can ever find this love in real life or not.


    I sometimes find myself wishing I could escape from this life and dive into one of my books for a while. It''s not that my life is bad. I''m grateful for everything I have. I know I''m blessed with an amazing family and although my social circle is small, I know it''s not made of fake people. My doorbell rings at exactly 10:50. When I open the door for Ss, he tackles me with a strong hug, making me giggle as I wrap my arms around him.


    "Attend as many games as possible. You bring me luck. I have just realized that I''ve never lost a game you attended," he tells me as we pull apart, yet he keeps his hands on my waist.


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    "I don''t think it''s possible," I say. "My heart almost stopped when you took that strong fall," I admit.


    "Oh, Rosie. Were you worried about me?" he yfully coes and Iugh.


    "Yes. Who would get me coffee in the morning if you got hurt?" I say with a sly smile.


    "Ouch! So you''re only my friend because I get you coffee?" He puts his hand on his heart as if I wounded him. "And here I aming to share my good news with you, but I guess I can''t since you''re not my real friend." He turns to walk away, but I pull at his arm with my two hands. "No, tell me!" Excitement suddenly fills me.


    "I can''t, Rosie, cause you''re only my friend for coffee." He dramatically shakes


    his head.


    "But you''re my only guy best friend," I whine, giving him my best puppy eyes.


    He stares at me for a couple of seconds before his shoulders slump. "Can''t say no to this cute face." He shakes his head as he chuckles and turns to face me.


    "You''re now talking to the co-captain of The Hawks." I don''t know what takes. over me, but I basically squeal and jump over Ss and wrap my arms around his neck. The best part about this is how quick he is to catch me.