CHAPTER 15

Lovesick

"WELL PLAYED! Thank you for participating here today. Y'all really did a very good game. I hate to say this, but we will only choose those who standout and play their position well." Blake crossed his arms over his stomach while letting out a small grin.

I sat down to the nearest bleachers and massaged my forehead. My head is fucking aching in the middle of playing the scrimmage. Although we won the match, I am quite certain that I would not be able to get on the team since my play at the last five minutes sucks, still I got to score twenty-six points. If I was just really feeling good, I might score more and eat them alive.

One more thing, I kinda lost my appetite in playing. It's a good thing that no one ever saw me standing like an idiot while I was looking at Leon like an abandoned cat the moment he went to Blake. I need to erase the filthy and reeking emotion I've felt I admitted to myself. Even if I don't fully understand the way it was, I just don't wanna think about