Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"I love you, Messi."
The words left her mouth before she could really think them through. It's true. I don't say it often, but when I do, it's true. Why do you think I go out of my way to avoid eye contact with him? He's gorgeous, but I never look at him.I don't want to make it more difficult for myself than it already is. I don't want to make it harder to concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing, which is scoring goals. So I keep my eyes on the ball, and my mouth shut. Even when he passes me the ball, I don’t speak to him. What would be the point of that?I'm not going to tell him that I love him, because that would mean that I'd actually have to admit that I want him, and that s something I don't want to do. It's easier to pretend that we're just friends, even though we're not. That way, I don't have to feel guilty about sleeping with him, and I get to keep playing the victim."I love you too, Aly."
His reply makes my heart skip a beat. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Why do I keep falling for his lies? How can I be so oblivious to his feelings? I should know better than to read into his actions, but I can't help myself.He's so good at pretending that I don't notice when he actually does have feelings for me. How can I be so oblivious? How can I not see the way he looks at me? How can I not see the way his eyes light up when I walk into the room? How can I not see the way his chest puffs when he talks to me?How can I not see the way his body reacts when I touch him? How can I not see the way his eyes light up when I smile at him? How can I not see the way his cheeks flush when I tickle him? How can I not see the way his hips rock when I run my fingers along his torso?