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Naomi Black

"Are you coming to the game today?" Nat burst open my door while I lay in bed surrounded by biology books. I could go to the game, I really could. But that means I would have to watch Matti.

After I left the ice cream shop, I really couldn't pull myself together well enough for the girls to not notice the look of disappointment on my face. I mean, it was all going so well. And it went so bad, so fast.

Should I blame him though? He doesn't know any better. He can't help the way he was raised with the privilege. And I tried to prove that argument to the girls but they all responded with, "Naomi, do you see us degrading you like that just because we have money? Absolutely not. And he is only going to get worse when he signs that multi-million dollar contract."

That was enough to end my argument.

I looked up from my books to see Nat with half her toothbrush in her mouth and toothpaste all over her face, not to mention the ridiculous amount of hickeys surrounding her collarbone.

"Should I? Or is there a chance there will be a vampire there?" I chuckle as I hear Finn start screaming from the next room, "Hah! Bitch I told you that you look like someone chucked a whole sliced pepperoni stick at you!" Nat just looked at me and smiled, "Get the fuck out of bed. He's a nobody."

Not really Nat.

He's Matti Williams.

She walks out of my room while a bang is heard from the room next to mine, "If you whores don't shut the hell up! I've got five more minutes of beauty sleep until I have to put on my glitter!" Sloane yells.

I roll out of bed and look at my closet.

God, what the fuck am I doing? I'm going to a football game, where I have to see a person who made me feel like shit to the point where I added another load onto my plate just so I didn't have to be around them degrading me anymore?

It is fine, It's whatever. It's not like I'm going to the game to see him, I'm going to the game to get shitfaced.

I throw on a random jersey, a jean jacket, converse, and I'm ready to fucking go.

"Pregame?" I ask Finn when I see her with the essentials: pepperoni pizza and pink Whitney.

I take a bite out of her pizza while I wait for Sloane to glitter my face. Nat is in the corner curling her hair. Her hickeys look pretty much covered up for the game.

"Well, I'm glad everyone decided it was Jean jacket themed day today," I said when I saw all of them had a blue denim jacket. Cute.

Finn tilted her head and winked.

"Nat, are you and Griff like a thing yet?" Sloane asked. Natalie chuckled, "We are us, but without the title, you know? Like nobody would try to get with either of us because we are so public. But we aren't attaching ourselves. He might declare for the draft next year. So we aren't risking the chance of having to split up." She looks down.

"I just want whatever is best for both of us. I really want to become a teacher. He wants to be in the NFL. I can't be a teacher at a school steadily if I'm constantly moving from city to city." She continued.

I nod, "But at the same time, you guys are happy with each other. Why put yourselves through this?" She just shrugs. Finn speaks, "Alright, enough with the sappy shit. Let's do shots!" I clap as I reach for the Whitney.

"Are you coming out with us tonight, Black?" Nat asks and I nod. "You know it's at the football house right?" She continues and I nod. "He isn't gonna stop me from having a good time! He will probably be motorboating an Alpha Gamma sister anyway. I'm not sweating it." I responded.

Will I see him tonight? Probably, but the chances of him actually stopping me are slim to none. I won't let him talk to me unless it's art-related at this point. I mean, why would I want to talk with him? My social class really means something to him and I know about ten people that it doesn't bother and that I would rather hang out with.

"My parents aren't coming today, dad got called into a court session," Finn says and I throw back the shot and cringe.

"Awe that sucks, who is gonna take our pictures for game day now?" Sloane whines. "Probably one of the frat boys that are obsessed with Naomi." Nat states as the girls laugh. "As if!" I laugh.

I looked at the clock, it read noon. Time to go.

"Girls let's go! Kickoff at two!" I remind us as we all grab our last few things such as lip gloss and disguised flasks, locking our door we head to the stadium.

You could see cars and Penn State fans for miles.

There is absolutely nothing like a Happy Valley on a game day.

And then I hit something or someone.

"Woah, I'm sorry!" I look up.

Holy handsome.

What or who happened to knock me down was a really cute guy in a suit.

"It's all good! Have a good one!" I said and he smiled and jogged away.

Correction jogged all the way into the Michigan State locker room.

Oop.

"Dude, why do you always have the hot one's fucking hitting you? Unfair. I want a lineman to plow me like a field." Sloane says while all the girls look at me flustered.

I mean I guess I just have good luck. I happen to have two really good looking football players hit me. One with a door, one just with his own body.

We all laugh and get our tickets scanned to enter.

While entering we make sure to use our fakes to hit the fucking beer station.

This flask wasn't going to be enough for the night.

We walk to the fan section and hear the crowd roaring and the speakers announcing players. The best part of game day, other than winning, is the student section. As we finally reached open seats towards the bottom middle right behind the bench, we started seeing the condoms.

Someone blew up condoms like balloons and they were flying on the field, in the crowd, even out of the stadium.

"And last but not least, your starting Quarterback from Michigan, playing against Michigan today, Number Nine, Matti Williams!" The announcer yelled as the crowd started yelling. I look towards the field as he's waving.

What a superstar.

Suddenly "Trophies" by Drake starts blaring throughout the stadium as the captains start shaking hands.

Caden, Griffin, Blake, and Matti stood across from the Michigan players.

The coin is tossed.

And we won.

Matti shook number four's hand but paused and tensed up as did Caden.

"What the hell is going on down there that they are looking at each other like that?" Finn asked while the crowd's eyes danced on the handshake that was still going on between number four and Matti Williams.

"Ugh leave it to go, Griff!" Nat yells.

"Williams I hope you don't pause like that when you wipe your ass! Get over here!" Coach Webber yelled while standing in front of the bench and then blew his whistle. That clearly snapped the four boys out of that because they all retreated to the bench after that.

What the hell was that?

I thought nothing interferes with his football playing?

A big roar sounded throughout the stadium alerting that it was now time for kick-off. The crowd started cheering and chanting, waiting for Caden to kick the ball.

As soon as he kicks Solane loses her mind cheering for him.

I nudge her in the shoulder and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." She turns bright red and her head whips towards mine."Don't worry, yours is safe with me too." I raised an eyebrow at that.

What exactly was she trying to insinuate?

I hope she wasn't insinuating that I like the black plague that was currently wearing the number nine on his back because I don't like him. He's nothing but selfish and his personality is as bland as a multigrain bagel.

"I hope we aren't talking about a certain Mr. Williams," I respond and she chuckles and side hugs me. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." She repeats and before I could say anything back she starts screaming, I look down at the field and Matti has just thrown a pass to Griffin, and Griffin was entering the endzone.

The crowd went crazy.

At the end of the game, the score was 21-7, Penn State over Michigan.

"Yeah! Let's fucking go bitches!" Finn screams as we charge the field towards Caden. Finding the tall, lanky kicker right away we all dogpile groups hug onto him.

"Good game Cay Cay!" Finn says while her big brother lifted her and spun her around. He smiled at all of us and went to reply but he was interrupted when a presence was apparently behind me.

I felt a hand on my lower back and suddenly a voice spoke softly yet so deep in my ear, "Can we talk?" I turned around already knowing who it was.

It was a sweaty, tall, overly built, face painted, quarterback that looked desperate looking down at me.

I looked back at the girls and all of their mouths were on the ground.

I nodded towards Matti and he grabbed my hand to start pulling me towards the back of the stadium. "Wait," I said and turned back around to the girls, who were staring in amazement at William's fingers and mine interlocked. "Football house after this?" I asked and they nodded.

I looked back at Matti and nodded.

I kept my head down for most of the walk because I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was holding hands with Matti Williams in his sanctuary.

Zooming through the hallways was easy for him but definitely not easy for my short and stumpy legs. "Matti you're yanking me I can't keep up," I said. And he looked down at me.

Has he always had green specks in his eyes that sparkle under the right light?

Suddenly, I was hoisted up and carried like a football until he opened the door. It was an office to be more exact. He threw me on a couch and sat across from me.

We stared at each other in silence until he cleared his throat.

"I want to talk." I nodded for him to continue. I mean, no shit Sherlock, you didn't just drag me through ten ESPN reporters for fun. "We had such a fun time at the creamery and in my jeep. I thought that we could've actually been friends. However, I crossed the line and I'm sorry." He looked me in the eyes and I'm pretty sure I choked.

Did he just apologize?

"I had no right insinuating that you were a rich girl and I feel bad for insulting you. I'm sorry you have to feel this way." What way?

"I'm sorry, in what way do I feel?" I question him. "Well, the fact that you need to act rich to fit in and for me to like you. I'm really sorry you felt that way and actually, a lot of people do feel that way about me. I'm a genuine guy though so I'm sorry if I made you feel that you had to act a certain way for us to be friends. I felt so bad that I actually did the color project so you don't have to do mine for me anymore." He spoke.

I sat on the couch quietly and contemplated my next few words.

The actual audacity of this man to drag me across a field full of reporters and give him the time of day when he did nothing but make me feel like shit after our creamery session. Only for him to tell me that he's sorry for making me feel like I had to act rich to get people like him to like me.

I cleared my throat and looked him in the eye.

"I want you, Matti Williams, to know that I have accepted your apology. But most of all I want you to know that I don't have to act rich to get friends or to make you like me. I know that doesn't matter to me. I couldn't care less if you had money or if you were dirt poor. But just know that outside of art class, I want you to stay the hell away from me. I mean, after all, you should want to. I mean who wants to hang out with someone that 'acts their social class'." I spit venom at him while his eyes widened.

I stand up and walk out that fucking office door.

I might be the daughter of two drug addicts but no needle could've ever pierced a vein full of blood that flowed to my heart like the insulting words of Matti Williams.