The screams of the hundreds of students rang in my ears. Their cheers were deafening.
But I just joined in with their chants, waving my hands above my head in the student-created Knights symbol.
I had been sure to wear my blue jacket with a pair of black jeans to match the college’s colors.
This definitely was not my first time coming to one of the Knight’s soccer games. But it was definitely the first time I had my eye on a certain defender for the Calvinsville Knights.
It was not hard to spot Hudson’s figure from the stands. He was no doubt the tallest person on the field. His dark blue jersey contrasted perfectly with his dirty blonde hair and I decided immediately that blue was my favorite color on him.
My bestie cheered loudly beside me, pausing only to elbow me when Hudson looked toward the crowd, obviously searching for someone. I’d like to think he was looking for me.
I remember when I told her all about him last night. As soon as I walked into our dormroom she immediately jumped on me.
“Tell me!” she was on me in seconds.
“Tell you what?” I decided to play it dumb and make her work for the “tea.”
She let out an overexaggerated sigh. “Come on! You sent me a text five minutes ago! And it sounded like you met a ‘prospect’!” She made air quotes with her fingers as she used the code word we came up with months ago.
“He is not a ‘prospect’.” I brushed her off as I unloaded my books on the desk.
Silence came as my response, and I turned to her standing with her hands on her hips wearing an I-Know-You-Better-Than-That look.
“Fine!” I rolled my eyes jokingly. “He is so a ‘prospect’.” I gasped.
“I knew it!” she exclaimed with delight. “Tell me everything!”
“Ok ok!” I fell into the small study chair as Marissa sat in hers. “He has blonde hair. He knows how to fix cars.” I chuckled to myself. “And he is tall! Like really tall! He plays soccer for the Knights and…” I dragged it out.
“And?” Marissa exclaimed, exasperated.
“And he invited me out for ice cream after the game tomorrow!”
“Eep!” She squealed just as happy as I was.
“The stadium lights kicked on bringing me back to the ever-so-present cheers and chants as the soccer match neared the end.
3 to 2. The Knights were down by one.
I cheered louder as if that would make a difference with the hundreds of students and fans.
The Knights took the ball down the field. They passed the ball to each other and around defenders with ease but were continuously unable to take the shot.
The clock was nearing the end.
They continued to pass the ball amongst themselves, trying to get an open shot but to no avail.
Suddenly, a defender of the Hornets cut in and stole the ball, running with admirable speed down the field.
The buzzer sounded the end of the match, ringing in my ears.
I looked back at the scoreboard hoping it had magically changed from when I last saw it.
Nope.
3 to 2.
The Hornets walked out with the victory.
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