Be my Girlfriend

When the game started, everyone was not stopping from shouting and cheering for their respective team. I admired how strong and energetic the players were but Marco really got the highlights of scoring for the team because of his three points shots contribution and effective rebounds.

He really deserves to be the team captain because of his perseverance and motivation to win the game. I could say that he really got the most of the fans cheering for him and here I am confused on why he chose to be friends with me rather than to befriend those people who wanted his attention.

When the game ended, our university won and everyone yelled in happiness because of it. It was a good match of a game because the opponent was strong too and gave a good fight. This was the first time I experience watching such an intense game in my twenty years of existence and I admit it was fun.

When Yvonne and I were about to head out of the exit door, Marco called my name and ran towards us.  I turned my head and I'm a bit shy because I noticed some were looking at us but I just acted normal. When he reached us, I faced him with a smile and congratulated him on winning the game.

“Where are you heading now? He was panting as he asked the question. “I guess to our dorm,” I replied the truth because we are not bound to go anywhere after the game. “Oh, can I invite you for a dinner?" he looked at me like he was hoping for a positive response.

Yvonne immediately cleared her throat to get our attention. She said her mom sent her a message and wanted to meet her nearby. I know it was her excuse again because I remember she mentioned last night that her mom was in Chicago for a business trip.

I shook my head at her for giving a lame excuse again coz I know she doesn’t want to be a third wheel on us. It’s not that we are dating, but hell Yvonne has been like that whenever Marco invites me or he's around. She instantly bid goodbye and turned her back at us to go see her mom in which I know she will not. I felt she's really starting to get on my nerves because of it.

“Don’t you have a victory party with your team?” I asked him because usually when a team won a game they are bound for a celebration party.

“Yes we do but I can skip it," I'm in disbelief with the thought of him skipping a victory party just to have dinner with me. What's wrong with him?

‘Oh, it’s not necessary, you should go to your team’s party. You are the team captain you should be there," I resisted him because it was the right thing to do.

“I insist. Going out for dinner with you is the best celebration party," he smiled. "Don’t mind them it’s no big deal that my presence isn’t with them," was he kidding me?

"Please wait for me outside near the parking area, I’ll just take a shower and be back real quick,” he turned around and ran instantly to the dugout. He left me with parted lips not able to utter my answer to him. I didn't want to be rude so I waited for him outside.

True to his words, he was at the parking area in no time. I’m not sure if how long I’m scrolling on my phone doing some research on the internet when I felt like someone’s coming and it was him. He was full of smiles showing his perfect set of teeth. I could tell that he was really happy. Was he not worn after such a tiring game?

He checked out something in his pocket and I noticed that it was a car key. He pulled me towards an Audi which I don’t know what model it is because I’m not into cars and not fond of it. Of course, it's not on the list of my concern in life. He opened the door and let me sit in the shotgun and he ran to the driver's side.

“You have a nice car," I complimented as I buckled up my seat belt. He got a really comfortable one and I guess the newest model.

“I just don’t use this often since the campus is just a few blocks away. I only drive this when I go to my parents' house or to some areas that I needed to bring a car," he said and it was like an explanation to me.

“So where do you want to eat? What you like or anything you prefer?" he asked as he was driving and focusing on the road but he glances at me sometimes.

I felt worried because I didn't know much about the restaurants around and I have no idea what restaurant he’s referring to. If it’s about fine dining, I’m conscious of what I was wearing and I’m not really into fancy ones. 

“Ahm, can we just have some drive-thru take-outs of burgers and just go somewhere like a park? I mean, if you don’t mind," he bit his lip like he was suppressing his smile on my suggestion.

“That would be great, anything you want I’m fine with it,” he assured me that it's okay but am not sure if he really wanted to eat those kinds of food.

We sat on the bench in the nearby park with those burgers and drinks from a fast-food restaurant. The weather's good and quite windy so it’s nice spending time in the place. There were few people in some areas having some talk with their friends and colleagues and it’s nice to see new surroundings other than my usual place.

“You played very well tonight,” I sounded a bit cheerful to ease the tension I’m feeling. He opened one burger and handed it to me and I thanked him for it. It’s not necessary but he’s just a gentleman. Actually, he ordered a lot of food earlier but I defied him to cancel the others because we might not finish all of them. And it’s nice that we didn’t argue because he let it go and just listened to me.

“Thanks, I just don’t want to let you down since you mentioned the other day that it will be your first time watching a live game,” he chuckled like he was amused about it.

I nearly got choke with my burger and I didn't know why I hit him fast in his shoulder. Maybe because I felt ashamed about it.  Then, he handed me my bottle and drink on it right away.

I think we’ve started to get comfortable talking to each other, unlike the past few months since we got to be friends.

We talked about a lot of random things and we're able to share our thoughts on different topics. Most of the time we laughed at something hilarious especially when we have the same views about it. I realized that we could really get along with each other.

Suddenly, we were silent and just stayed calm looking at the stars above. He coughed lowly to break off the silence and shifted from his seat to face me. I looked at him and he's smiling at me like I did something right for him.

“Faith, you’re really good for me because you make me happy," he sounded serious. "These past few months we have no problem at all and got along very well," he looked me intensely in the eyes. "I hope you won’t freak out if I asked you something,” and I felt like he's nervous saying those words.

“What is it?" I asked him with my furrowed look. He cleared his throat, “Will you be my girlfriend?”