The Smirking Jerk (Blake's POV)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Lexi had been acting weird around me all day long.

I didn't really know why. Was she mad at me for some reason? Or was she trying to distance herself from me a bit because she had realized I was head over heels for her?

Or maybe it was okay to lean her head against my shoulder or hug me, but only at home, and not when there were people around.

I wasn't a rational person, clearly. I was an emotional mess.

Anything Lexi did or didn't do I read it as meaning something.

Maybe I should stop putting meaning to every little gesture Lexi made. I shouldn't worry, right? It wasn't because she hadn't looked in my eyes all day that it meant something bad.

Right?

Anyway, it wasn't time for me to freak out about Lexi when we had a game tonight and my team depended on me. If one person played badly, it had repercussion on the whole team.

I should stop worrying about Lexi, and worry about my head.

My priorities were all out of whack.

The game was on our field, so we'd have that advantage at least. It was always nicer when the crowd was on your side.

While we were getting ready in the locker room to head out on the field, Alex seemed to be a little bit more worried than he normally was, like something was bothering him. He'd been weird since the warm ups.

He'd seemed fine during practice in the morning though. Had something happened? With Lexi maybe? Was this why Lexi had been weird with me all day?

When we got on the field, we had a full house.

Suddenly, I stopped thinking about my worries. There was no room for that in my head now. I had to focus on my plays and on running fast enough to not get caught.

When it was time for us to make our first play, Clark snapped the ball to Alex, and I was supposed to run in front and grab the ball, but even before I had time to open my hands in front of me, Alex dropped the balls.

What the hell? He'd never made that kind of mistake before.

"What's wrong with you dude?" I asked Alex quickly, keeping my eyes on the clock.

"Just focus on your running okay, and let me worry about my part," Alex answered, annoyed, in a rush.

"I would if you did your part right. What the fuck Alex?"

"I made a mistake, okay? I'm allowed to make mistakes," he told me, snapping at me.

"Fine. Okay. Whatever," I answered, dropping it.

He was right, anyone could make mistakes.

But he looked more stressed out than usual, and he kept looking towards the bleachers.

What was up with him?

The next play went smoothly and the other and the other.

We kept playing until we lost the ball at the 20-yard line, which was Alex's fault again. He threw the ball at the wrong spot.

Seriously, what was up with him? I didn't ask him again, because I didn't want him to snap at me.

Once we were back on the sidelines and the defense was on the field, I tried looking at the bleachers, towards where Alex was looking and spotted Lexi.