He lost both his parents, but unlike me, he doesn’t act like it’s the end of the world.
But again, something is wired wrong about Levi.
It feels strange to see him in his lion’s den — the stadium — looking all ready to tear someone to pieces. It’s like getting another insight into who he truly is.
The two teams stay behind as Levi and another player from the other team advance to the middle. Unlike the other players, they both have a neon yellow armband. Pretty sure that means they’re the captains.
An older man wearing a black jersey and shorts stands in the middle. I assume that’s the referee. He says something and both Levi and the other player nod.
The crowd grows silent as anticipation fills the air until I can taste it on my tongue. I’m standing here like an idiot, having no idea what the hell is going on.
The referee throws a coin in the air and then nods towards Levi. The crowd cheers as the two players shake hands then shake the referee’s hand and each run back to their team.
I’m captured by the way Levi runs. It’s agile and effortless and so damn beautiful.
Everything about him is thick and hard and mesmerising.
His T-shirt sticks to his back muscles, rippling with every step he takes. His biceps bulge against the T-shirt’s short sleeves. I can’t see the throbbing veins of his arms, but I can almost feel them all pumped for the game.
His thighs and legs are a sight to behold. All muscular and toned like he’s human aesthetics.
Or more like a Greek statue.
Stunning, but cold.
All players take their positions on the pitch. The kickstart is between Levi and his cousin. The cheering from earlier must’ve been because Levi won the first ball.
The crowd sits back down, and I do too.
Although I don’t understand much of the game, I can tell Elites are doing better. They approach the goal more and the ball is almost always with them.
Every time Levi or Aiden touches the ball, the girls erupt in uncontrollable screaming. I can’t help the rush of adrenaline at seeing Levi commanding his team and giving instructions left and right.
I came here to watch Dan, but I barely gave him any attention. Every time I do, I find myself searching for Levi all over again.
Guess who the worst best friend award goes to?
With my sketchpad on my lap, I keep doing lines and trying to capture the moment Levi throws the ball. He has such a magnificent posture. One of his arms flings back, the other forward. One foot on the grass and the other is suspended in the air.
It’s like he’s about to fly.
The first half ends with a draw.
As the players start filtering back inside, I rush down the stairs and catch the Elites on their way to the locker room. The crowd are throwing encouraging remarks their way. Once again, the kings and the other three star players get most of the cheering.
Dan has his head tucked down. He must be feeling so down on his first game as a starter.
“You can do it, Danny!” I scream so he can hear me. “You’re the best of the freaking best!”
Two heads snap in my direction. The first is Dan. He grins from ear to ear and taps his chest then points at me.
The second is Levi and his expression is the complete opposite of Dan’s. The pale blue of his eyes darkens and he stares between me and Dan then stops. He stops walking inside, stops listening to a player who was talking to him.
He just… stops.
Everyone ceases to exist as his gaze focuses on me and me alone.
A strange awareness grips me by the gut at the strange, destabilising look in his eyes and his stiff posture. My air turns suffocating as if he were able to suck it all away from this distance.
The moment ends when another player slams his shoulder into Levi’s. Number Nineteen, Knight. Levi winces, breaking eye contact, and lets his teammate lead him inside.
I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and trudge back to my place on the benches.
My fingers tremble as I gather my sketchpad and stare at Levi’s silhouette. My cheeks heat and my insides feel like a jumbled mess.
What in the ever living hell was that all about?
He didn’t touch me, but I can still feel his fingertips all over my skin and somewhere deep inside me.
I continue sketching as rock music fills the stadium.
I tell myself that I’m finishing the game only because Dan needs moral support.
That’s all.
A chubby girl with cute braids sits beside me before the second half starts. Her eyes spark with something similar to both excitement and fear.
“Oh, sorry,” she says as if only just noticing me. “Is this seat taken?”
I smile. “No, help yourself.”
“Thanks!” She retrieves a bar of chocolate and offers me some. “I’m supposed to not eat these at night. Don’t tell my mum or my nutritionist — or anyone for that matter.”
I laugh, accepting a small bar. “My lips are sealed.”
“I’m Kimberly. Second-year.” She offers. “You’re Clifford, right?”
“Just Astrid is fine.”
“So, Astrid, I’m not used to seeing you at the school games. Do you come often?”
“This is my first game.”
“Oh.” She pauses. “Oooh. You have to know what you’re missing out on.”
Kimberly spends the next ten minutes trying to shove as many football terms into my head as possible.
“I’m not a big fan either, but I like to come to watch sometimes.” There’s a dreamy tone in her voice. “My best friend is a fanatic fan of the Premier League, but she never comes to the school’s games.”
“Why not?”
She lifts a shoulder. “She hates them, I guess.”
“Here they come!!” Someone screams from behind us. “Go, Elites!”
Like in the first half, the music comes to a halt and everyone stands up. Kimberly and I follow.
As the second half begins, I can’t help noticing that there’s something different about Levi. While Aiden and the others play relaxed, he’s tense. His shoulders are tight and his instructions are more curt than in the first half.
“I wonder what’s the captain’s beef,” Kimberly says.
So I’m not the only one who notices it.
“He doesn’t usually play like that, right?”
She shakes her head. “He’s always cool and confident. He’s the captain after all.”
“So he’s like a good player?”
“Good?” She laughs. “Try perfect. He’s the best player we have and the top centre midfielder in the schools’ championship. We’re talking Premier League level here.”
We’re interrupted by the crowd’s cheers because of a triple play from Cole to Xander and then back to Cole and straight to Aiden. He scores.
A roar grips the crowd and everyone screams — Kimberly included. All the other players attack Aiden, tackling him to the ground and ruffling his hair.
All except for Levi.
He only high-fives his cousin and returns to the starting point at the middle of the pitch.
It’s then I notice the defect in his posture. His left shoulder is slightly drooping downwards.
My eyes widen. It’s the same shoulder he slammed into Jerry last night.
For the remainder of the game, the four ‘horsemen’ take possession of the field. Aiden, Xander, Cole, and Ronan seem comfortable in their own skin and the crowd goes rampant whenever they touch the ball.