Save Him

Chapter 73

The moon seems hidden behind the glamorous lights. The strong lamps surround the field with so much light that it causes the fresh-cut grass to glisten in pride under it. Shouts and distant cries embrace my body as I walk between a mass of bodies. The unrhythmic stroll is interrupted by a scream that reverberates from behind, causing me to swirl around to its origin. From the corner of my eye, I catch the yellowish and blueish lanterns and posters decorating the exterior of the school. The preparations for the graduation ceremony are almost finished.

"I can't believe this is the last game," Anna murmurs mostly to herself. Every single of us was so worried about the college applications, the recommendations letters, the tests, and the entitled grades on them that we almost lost the magic of the last weeks of our high school life.

"Me neither," I mutter as a memory of the early afternoon passes in front of my eyes as the fragments of my favorite movie.

The strong sunlight was gleaming; his blonde strands were unruly and messy as usual. His sweaty shirt was attached to his skin; his pores filled with warm sweat. His eyes scanned the field as his legs were running. He halted and moved rapidly towards me.

His lips found mine, and my soul blossomed in lilies under his angelic influence. As if I was trapped on a deserted island without the clear water he was, now, offering me, freely.

"What are you doing here?" He muttered upon my lips; my pants were still audible.

"I was going home and thought I should pass by before. I won't see you till the game,"

"I know," A smile kissed his lips. "The coach has driven us crazy all day," Today's win was the most crucial of all the seasons and the last of every boy on the team, including Noah, Jacob, and my angel. It would be memorable to everyone, but mostly to them.

"And," I added. "I came to tell you that I love you no matter how much you score," A chuckle fled his mouth.

"Oh yeah? What if I suck at it? Or if I trip over my feet?" He arched his eyebrow in a questioning manner to challenge. I shaked my head in denial. "Oh, I see, I will score at our net to help the other team get the point," I laughed at his playfulness. "See if you love me then,"

I giggled, loving this playful and carefree side of him that resurfaces more and more often lately after the end of the trials. He seems more peaceful and free. I wouldn't change that for the whole world.

I raised on my toes and place a kiss on his lips, though, after a second of pure connection, we were electrified. I pushed myself at him as he brought me against his hard form. His tongue chased till it found mine. Sweet desire lighted my veins.

I walk between packed bodies, trying unsuccessfully to find an empty seat on the bleachers. I almost trip over a guy before we eventually find a few seats.

Shrills of names and hustles of directions between the players and the cries of the coach from the opposites side of the field create a chaotic atmosphere.

From a bag, Blare's red-painted fingers emerge a camera.

"You have a camera," I shout over the cries as the match starts. The whistles cut the noisy crowd as a sword, only to increase its volume. I glance at the green surface for my angel, and when I track him down, a smile graces me.

"Yea, I like taking pictures with it," Blare answers. "It gives vintage vibes and the photos in it," Her fingers tap at its black surface. "Have a good quality. Well, of course, it's not as good as my iPhone's camera, but I like the imperfection of it,"

"I did not have you for that type," Anna remarks as she eyes the old camera in Blare's lap.

"I know," Blare grins. "I'm full of surprises," She winks at Anna, causing her to giggle, shaking her head.