Chapter 73

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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.

Her choice of words brings me back to another early memory.

"I have a surprise for you," His heavenly voice jerked me gracefully back to reality as his velvety tone stroked my ears.

"What kind of surprise?" I grinned, looking up at his expectant and enthusiastic blue-sky eyes.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Hey, no," I protested, tightening my arms around his torso. "You have to tell what it is,"

"Hmmm," He seemed to think about it as his fingers travel up and down my cheekbones. A feeling of victory crashed through me, though he defused it quickly. "No,"

"If was indeed a surprise you wouldn't tell me that you were planning it. So, the regular rules don't apply here," My angel nodded, and a rare shy smile formed, creating butterflies of anticipation.

"Good point, well made," He praised as he leaned down. My eyes fell down to his lips, and before our mouths connected, he said. "You will know in a few days. I promise,"

A wave of screams erupts all around me, jolting me back in my seat. I find my angel when he runs to Jacobs who laughs, raising his fist in the air; and I know he scored. The shouts of reward are elevating him; his face is split into a massive charming grin. His brown locks bounce around his forehead.

"That's my boyfriend!" Blare yells between cheers, causing a few people to gaze at us, questionably.

The rest of the game passes by rapidly as the ball dances and slips through our players to the other team's boys. I sensed in my bones throughout the game the reason this match was the most important; it's the final game that defines which school wins the championship.

I can smell it in the air of the night; filled with sweat and maddening anticipation, in my bones that rock from the blasting shrieks of encouragement and undying hope, in the somehow different aura and sounds of the dark sky.

I stand on my feet when a hand, aggressively, grabs my arm and drags me back to my seat.

"Where are you going?" Blare asks.

"I want to get some water. My throat aches from all the screaming,"

"We are in the last minutes," She cries, widening her eyes for a dramatic effect as she waves her fingers towards the running figures on the field.

"I'll be back in a sec," I promise and flee from her grip's length rapidly. I walk down the bleachers and towards the long line in front of the cantine when a ringing noise catches my attention. A notification pops and flashes on my screen. The university from New York I was praying to hear from, has sent me an email.

My anxiety spikes my heartbeat for a moment. An email. They have sent me an email about my acceptance or not.

"Miss?" A kind voice whispers from behind; a young boy. His chin indicates the front of the line. I realize I have stayed rooted on the ground, having a few feet before me empty.

"Thank you," I mutter, attempting to swallow my embarrassment. I take a deep breath; bracing myself for the rollercoaster of emotions that will follow afterward. I bite my lip, opening the file attached to their email. My eyes run through words till my heart stops.

Increasing cheers burst till screams of win companies the final whistle, breaking the gates of hell. Chaos blazes all around me; feet and arms moving and clapping, running and flapping, voices laughing and saying screeching songs.

I slowly gaze around; taking all the mess in. The known and unfamiliar faces I haven't seen before, the known smell of burgers and hot dogs dancing between the notes of the singing yells. Until, a face centers my vision, leaving everything else to fade into a blurry grey.

My angel runs towards me; his heavenly grin is infectious, his blonde strands unruly as sweat seems to have washed him over. I meet him at half distance, not exactly realizing how my feet have driven me to him. I climb on top of him; my thighs envelop his torso as his arms secure me against him. Our lips crash. I feel his seductive drug bring me under, yet, I want more and more of it.

When the kiss is broken I feel free; as if a spell of magic spelled on me has been unmade.

"We won," He laughs.

"I know," I mutter and pass my fingers through his hair, clearing my vision of his eyes. "I got in," I whisper.

His eyebrows shot up. A smile starts appearing again, blessing me with heavenly fairies within my heart.

"Me too," He whispers; his voice soft, but clear as if a prayer, a litany. The mess around us drags me back to our reality; yells and people running all around us, though, he doesn't allow me to flee our bubble.

"We're going to New York, baby," A chuckle escapes my mouth before our lips connect again with more heated passion and need than before.

We made it; the thought ignites my body. Despite all the nightmares we had to live through, the courts, the drama, the difficulties, we made it. And now, a whole new fresh future awaits us, together.

I stare at him, clueless, all the reactions and words taken aggressively out of me. His arms untighten their grasp on me, and he sets me on the ground, slowly. His eyes never quit staring back at mine with the same tension that I witness the first time he walked inside my room my first day here. Whatever is out there, whoever is above everything and everybody else, must have seen how much I needed a savior. And that's why they sent him to me so quickly.

"We made it, baby," He mutters before he kisses softly my lips. I nod. Tears run down my cheeks; I didn't know I forgot to breathe, or that I was on the edge of tears.

"Corbyn," A loud shrill interrupts us. Corbyn's head snaps backward.

"Go," I put my hand on his arm. "Go," He smiles at me and disappears between the mass of bodies and voices.

My eyes follow him as tears keep running down my cheeks. Tears of happiness. We have managed to love each other all the way up to the end. I wipe my tears, laughing. It's a peculiar emotion; tears in the ninth cloud of heaven. It's such a strong emotion one's soul can't experience all at once. Heavenly happiness.


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