Chapter 2 - "Football and Blood..."

Jenna's PoV

I glanced up briefly to realise it was Matt. I could swear to god he's stalking me.

He didn't notice me at first so I just carried on reading and didn't take the blindest bit of notice of anything he was doing until the ball came my way.

It knocked the book out of my hand and hit me on the nose.

It was one of those moments, where the force hits you hard but doesn't hurt, but does however make your eyes water.

'Oh shit Jenna. I'm so sorry. I was only supposed to hit the book' he said crouching down in front of me.

That obviously meant he was trying to be funny which didn't bode well for me.

'It's fine' I said and he shook his head.

'It's not. What if it's broken?' He questioned, as I noticed blood.

'Shit. Nose bleed' I squeaked and he told me to wait here.

I tried so hard not to focus on the fact that there was a lot of blood coming from my nose, mainly because it makes me feel very squeamish.

He came back fast though, with a wad full of tissues and some water.

I had to shut my eyes shut and felt him apply pressure, to try and help the problem.

'Are you okay?' He asked. 'You look really pale' he said.

'Just don't like blood. I'll be fine in a minute' I said focusing on not passing out.

After 5 minutes, I took the tissue from his hand and managed to hold it myself. The brunt of it was over so the bleeding had stopped.

'I'm really sorry' he said. 'I thought it would be funny if it hit the book. I'll replace it now it's covered in your nose blood' he said.

'It's fine' I said and sipped some of the water.  'So what are you doing here so early?' I asked him.

'I like to practice before a game. Gets me all jazzed up' he said. 'I want to win. It helps'

'Oh' was all I said.

'I'm sorry about last week. It's just my private life... I keep private for a lot of reasons' he said.

'It's cool. I've got private shit too. So I'm not gonna make you tell me' I said as he relaxed visibly.

'Your freezing' he said when he placed his hand on my forehead: 'But you've got a temperature' he analysed.

'That's just the squeamishness. It will pass' I said.

He stood up and unzipped the jumper he was wearing then handed it to me.

'What?' I asked.

'Your cold, and I'm not. So put it on' he smiled.

I looked up so he did it for me, throwing it over my head. I pushed my arms through the arm holes and he zipped it up.

'Are you sure? I wouldn't want Crystal to get jealous'

'Why would she be jealous?'

'You should give your girlfriend your jumper not me'

'Ah. But I injured you, so it doesn't count'

I bit my lip as we walked back over to the football.

'Your thinking about something. Go on... Ask'

'I don't want too' I said and threw the football at him.

'Tell me' he said.

'Why are you dating Crystal?'

'I'm not'

'So your not dating Crystal?' I asked perking up a bit.

'Well I sort of am... But I'm also sort of not'

'Oh' I said a bit confused.

'Is it just for sex?' I asked and he looked at me. 'No. What the bloody hell would make you think that? I'm only 13 Clara' he said shocked.

'Her' I finished quickly and tried to move on.

'I guess in a way it kind of is. For her anyway, not that we've had sex because we haven't. I don't even know why I'm with her sometimes to be honest' he said as we sat back down.

The walking had helped. Let me get my balance back and the blurriness in my eyes to go away.

He sat down next to me and looked straight at me.

'Just to confirm, I'm not dating Crystal. Properly. I'd quite like to break up with her very soon... Possibly in the next few days' he said dragging it off.

'There's someone else if much rather get closer with'

I sighed. 'Something else to cross off the list.'

'What?'

'You could have any girl you want. You just move on to the next one and don't regard anyone's feelings.' I said and he looked at me with his deep green eyes.

'I don't know why people have it in there heads that popular guys can have anyone they want. All the girls that have thrown themselves at me are irrelevant'

- - -

'Hey Jenna who are you here supporting?' Lilly asked.

'I could ask you the same thing' I said.

'Number 18' she said looking at Richard and waving.

'You two have become pretty close hey?' I said. Now I knew why he was stalking me... He knew that Richard was stalking Lilly.

'Who's jumpers that?' Amy asked and Lilly looked behind. 'That's not Matt's? As in the number 11 is it?' She asked.

'Umm. Yeah. He kicked a football at my face and I had a nose bleed. He just gave it to me because I was cold. He was just being a gentleman' I said in his defence.

Lilly looked and Amy with wide eyes and they swapped that worried friend look without actually saying anything.

We've been best friends ever since that day. He dumped Crystal a week later and we've been good friends ever since.