06- Is He Jealous?

oey.

The weekend passed like a blur, I had stayed up in my room, feeding on the snacks that I had gotten, no, Casper had gotten for me, as a bribe to make me attend their game.

It was today, later in the evening. As much as I had wanted to decline going, I wanted to reclaim a narrative and the only way was going to the game. It meant a lot of things, meeting Orion because he had always made it a thing to attend their games.

"Do you still care about him?" I questioned myself.

I didn't, I haven't since the day we broke it off, the day I signed myself to the boys for whatever this game was. On the bed was a custom jersey of the Ridgeview Titans, which Casper had brought with him.

It had theirs names on it. "A way to let everyone know that you belong to us and that will make Orion angry." He'd said.

I had never worn a jersey with Orion's name when we were together, he had marked me already, there was no need for me to go to that extend. But today, I was going to do something that I had never done before. Wearing a jersey that has a name on it and it wasn't just a single name, but four.

Fuck my life.

The pink custom jersey called for attention to itself, even in the soft light of my room. Smooth and oversized, it carried Casper, Rowan, Emrys, and Kieran printed boldly on the back, each name layered over a faint silver outline of the Titans’ crest.

The sleeves were stitched with their jersey numbers in white, and just above the hemline in front, in embroidery, was my name Zoey like I was part of something bigger than myself.

I shook off the thoughts of how bad this could go, dashing off to the bathroom. I had about an hour or less to get ready, something about Rowan coming to get me. Casper wasn't sure so it could be one of the boys.

If it was up to me, I would have taken a cab or even walked to the school ice skating rink, but since we needed the attention, we had to do it the boy's way. The shower was cold, sharp enough to snap me out of my thoughts. My body began to shiver at the drop of the water, it almost felt like melted ice, cruel and wicked, just like how that day had felt.

Instead, I stood under it longer than I had imagined and also intended, letting it washed away the spiralling thoughts that hung around. The moment I was done rinising off the leather of the soap, I towelled my body quickly, letting the warmth of the towel engulfed me.

I had everything laid out on the bed, the jeans that I was to pair with the jersey, the bag that I would carry and also, the old worn out airforce. The one that my father had gifted me last year, just some months before he died.

I couldn't stop wearing it, or kept it hidden because the guilt had always eat me up. It was as if he wanted me to keep on wearing it until it was no more. "Zoey?" There was a loud banging on my door and the voice definetly belonged to one of the boys.

"You decent? You know we are on schedule." He added.

I quickly grabbed the denim jeans, fighting it over my body until I had pinned the buttons together. "Just a minute." I screamed. "Or two." I had let myself to be overwhelmed by the cold cruel water, that I didn't even hear my phone ringing in the bedroom or realized how much time had passed.

Then I pulled the jersey over my head. It fell just past my hips, so strange against my skin, like I was wearing something that truly doesn't belonged to me. I stood in front of the small vanity mirror for a minute, trying to see the girl they thought I was, the one who could help them pull this shit off.

"Zoey." Kieran groaned, kicking the door.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my lip gloss, my bag and lastly, my phone. Taking a deep breath, I took long strides to the door, pulling it opened. My hands were not steady as I left their eyes on me. It was Kieran and Rowan that had come to get me.

Kieran had an easy grin on his face, the one that would make you want to wipe it off in a the heat of the moment, while Rowan, I had no idea of what could be going on in his head. He looked so much out of it.

"Hi." I breathed. "We should go so that you boys won't be late." I closed the door behind me, making sure to slip the key under the footmat as I had always done.

Rowan coughed, taking away my bag from me. "I assure you that we are everything but boys as you had called us just now." He bragged cockily. "Pink suits you the best." He commented.

Kieran nodded at the comment his friend had just made, his gaze lingering around my body, making my entire body warm and my stomach tightened. "You are right, we picked the right color for her." They high fived beside me, making me roll my eyes again at them and I brushed past them.

I ran towards the building elevator, pressing the underground button and I left them running after me. "Hurry or you will be late for your own game." I reminded them. I don't want to be the reason why they were late to one of their games. Because that wouldn't be what I had wanted to happen.

All I wanted? To get over with this, tonight's game and every other game that would be coming my way. If possible, I would be able to get out finding out the truth and everything.