Meet Me in Secret

Was he jealous?

Two weeks have passed, and today I got up as usual, and I was excited to see Jon playing football today.

In the last two weeks, the football tourney started and something that it had been my wish for years is fulfilled.

I am the newest cheerleader on the football team. That made me happy, not because I like cheerleading, I don't like it at all, but because while practising that I would be able to see Jon more and to spy more on him. I mean, I wanted to be a silent jealous. In fact, if you are silent, you are not jealous either.

Well, you know now that I am the newest cheerleader member in all this 'unnecessary' football team, but what about the position of Jon? Jon has a higher and more important position than me. Of course, he has. He is at the team, not me. He has the position of a striker and Jon truly likes football. He has been practising football since he was a 5-year-old boy. He is good at something at least.

Today the football tournament is starting and I am excited because this is my very first experience as a cheerleader.

Something else that happened in the last two week is centred on our Van Gogh, Albi. I can say that he has just found his soulmate, Roza. Roza is the newest student in our high school and she is a funny girl, she tells a lot of jokes that even Albi laughs at them. Roza has injected him some dose of optimism. I want him to turn from a pessimistic and depressed Van Gogh

to an optimistic Michelangelo.

As today was the football tournament, we would not do any lesson hour. It would be considered as an activity day.

While Beku, Kris, Kristal, Greta, Albi, Izabela, Ben went to the public area, I called Silvana to come and help me with the cheerleader's uniform. She is a member of the student council and she knows better the school areas. We left the hallway and we were heading to the dressing room. The Shape-of-you-by-Ed-Sheeran ringtone was heard. It was Silvana's phone.

- Go ahead! I will be back in two minutes,- she said.

-Ok!- I approved.

There was a problem at our school. The dressing rooms are separated from each other but they don't have any label to guide anyone. Silvana was getting late and the cheerleader's show was about to start. I needed to hurry. There were two sides, the left one and the right one. I needed to choose. I went to the left. That room had an unpleasant smell. It smelled like sweat. I thought that phrase: " Do these girls use deodorant, don't they?" It is strange!

I started wearing my red cheerleader uniform. First, I took off my white cotton t-shirt, I took off my shorts and then I wore the red skirt and then I wore the shirt, but there was a problem. The shirt had zip and I needed to zip that shirt but I couldn't. Silvana's should have been there. I tried and tried to zip it by back, but it was impossible.

The door opened and my heart started beating and I turned my back and I tried to hide. I could not see who it was. I was feeling frightened and a feeling of embarrassment was walking around my body.

The tension is in the air and tension was touching the skin of my back. It wasn't the tension, it was a pair of hot hands that were going through my back that were zipping my shirt slowly and in a sensual way. It made me feel strange! The adrenaline level was touching the sky, but not at the right level. My heart couldn't stand it anymore, so I was ready to see the face of these hot hands. There were the hands of a boy. I wanted to be him, but it looked like... He is in front of me.

It was Jackson. It was disappointing. Jackson is a member of the football team. I would say he is an asshole. I rapidly reacted by pushing him right away.

-What did you just do?- I angrily said. Like I didn't want him to touch my pure skin.

-What do you mean? You know what I did, I zipped your shirt, didn't you? -Jackson said.

He was trying to come closer to me and I was trying to avoid him, but he didn't care.

- Go away!- I shouted.

- I know you want it! - he rudely said.

The door was locked. Jackson locked it. He did it. The story of Jackson and me is an old one. I don't know if there was a story at all. Jackson has a crush on me, but I don't like him back.

He has asked me several times to date him but he is rejected. He has proposed me over 10 times but I didn't want it so I rejected him as many times he asked me. He's not the nature of a person of giving up so he did this. He tried to kiss me by force. Can you believe it?

-Stop!-I said.

-Give me a kiss! I know you don't have anyone in your life. Why don't you accept me? Why?-he said.

-Help! Help!

- None can hear you here.

Someone tried to open the locked door. He knocked several times and I began to scream by saying: "HELPPPP!"

Jackson closed my mouth. But then the voice of Jon was being heard.

-Hana!- he called.

The only sounds I could take off from my mouth were: "Mmmmmmmmmm."

He was pushing the door. He pushed and pushed until the door opened, thankfully.

-Jon,- I said. My feeling was like Jon-rescued-me-and-we-are-ever-happy.

Jon started to beat him, he punched him in the face saying: "How dare you touch her?" Jackson fought him back but was unsuccessful. He made Jackson bleeding. Jon couldn't stop beating him. I would describe him as a territorial person. He wanted to protect his territory. I knew if I wouldn't stop him, Jackson needed to go to the hospital.

-Stop, Jon! Don't get in trouble because of him,- I said.

- Don't ever try to touch her you jerk!-he shouted at Jackson.

Jackson left the room as a loser. I felt like a princess. The Princess of Jon.

-Are you ok?-he asked me by approaching me. The only thing was between us was the tension in the air. Our lips had a distance of four centimetres.

-Hmm,- I murmured and I stepped back. I don't understand why I acted like that. I was the one who had a crush on him, wasn't I? I felt like a loser.

-Let's go drink some water to make you feel better.

-Okay!

We went to get a bottle of water. In 5 minutes I felt scared, anxious, stressed and proud, happy, lucky. The cheerleader's show was about to start.

-Do you feel better?- Jon asked.

-I do.

-Did he do anything bad to you?- he asked me worried.

These expressions of being worried are not usual in Jon's face. His behaviour makes me feel important.

-No, I'm fine. Thanks to you,- I murmured.

-Okay, get ready for your debut you girl-without-a-boyfriend, -he teased me. And here we go again. The nice Jon is disappeared. It was a nice conversation with a nice Jon!

The show was about to start in a few minutes.

I entered the football field. I was extremely excited and always hoping that the performance would go good. I started dancing and I was anxious about the steps. Once we started the football team was in the field. Jon approached and my dancing steps were improving. He gives me a self-security.

After finishing the cheerleader's performance, I went to "Strong Ties". Silvana showed.

-Oh, darling! I'm sorry I didn't come. -she told me.

- No problem.

-It was an emergency. My grandpa is sick. He was sent to the hospital. My mum just called me.

-Oh. I hope he will be fine.

Then I hugged here to give her some support because she needed it. She had a bigger problem than me so I couldn't tell her what happened. I joined the group and started shouting:" Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon" and supporting him. When I watch sport on TV with my dad I am a crazy and loud fan. It means that I know sport's rules. I am not a madam butterfly. Jon was near the gate. I was excited.

- Go, go, go! Gooooo Jon. A few more steps,- I shouted in excitement.

HE SCORED. YES, HE DID. The first goal was scored by my 'boyfriend-in-my-head'.

My favourite quote at the moment about love that I read it on i********: is :

"A crush only lasts for four months. If it exceeds then you are already in love."

I have had a feeling for Jon since I was a 14-year-old teen girl. I have had a crush on him for 3 years. This quote motivates me in too many ways.

The football match was between the "Blue"s and the " Red"s. The "Red"s won with the result 3:2. Jon was at the "Red"s. Jon won.

After that quote, I can say it in the freedom of my head that sentence:

" My LOVE won."