“Go, Jeremy!” Elizabeth shouts, jumping out of her seat as Jeremy receives the ball and makes a mad dash down the field. Emily and I jump up as well, both of us screaming at him to run, not like he can hear us. “Go, go, go!”
“And with a 45-yard dash, number 45, Jeremy Slater, has scored the winning touchdown!” The announcer’s voice booms over the bleachers and across the field. Our side of the bleachers starts going wild with excitement.
“He did it! He did it!” Elizabeth jumps up and down on the hard bleachers and then dashes the field with the rest of our school. I stay behind to let family members and friends of the players get down to the field to celebrate first and take pictures together.
I can sense him seconds before he appears, “did you like my romantic gesture?” Axel appears next to me with a smirk on his face like he is proud of himself.
“That was supposed to be romantic? Sweetie, that was terrifying. What are you doing here anyway?” I ask and back away from him.