He hates football games. The entire school turns up for these. Screaming people, dancing cheerleaders, the players taking off their shirts in the middle of the game for no apparent reason. What's there to like?
Well, his school isn't half so bad at football and he likes the sport. If only he could be there for the practices and not the actual games.. But obviously, he can't.
What he hates most, are the bright stadium lights. Absolutely blinding, brilliant, bright lights. The ones that make you feel like a deer in the headlights, like you're under a microscope, as though you were some sort of laboratory specimen.
You look directly at the lights, and the lights will be visible even when you close your eyes. Momentarily dazed, distorted, disillusioned, concentration lost. And for the star player, not an option.
But of course, he can't help it. Every time he scores a goal, the first thing he does, is look towards the stands. At one person, out of at least three hundred teenagers, all of whom seem to want nothing but his attention. He practically blinds himself doing this, but that doesn't matter.
It's one of the many reasons he hated Levi Nathaniel Jones. That boy always sat in a place, where if you were to look, you would make immediate eye contact with the bright, white lights. Levi seemed to thing that sitting there would stop him from looking directly at him.
He knows Levi comes to these games with Lexa, for the sole reason of watching him play. He knows that Levi has his gaze completely fixed upon him, and he knows that Levi knows that he would stare at him too, with the exact same admiration, if he was in the stands, and Levi was the one playing on the sports field.
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Everything Doesn't Always Have To Make Sense
RomanceAaron Scott knows that Levi doesn't take his eyes off him, Levi knows that even if he tried to, he wouldn't succeed. None of this made any sense, but then again, it's high school, what part of it does? But maybe, just maybe, things don't have to ma...
