Jordan ran his hand through his hair and exhaled nervously as he scanned Zènith's football stadium for Emmaly.
Where was she?
Why hadn't she arrived yet?
Was she even going to come at all?
He exhaled shakily through his teeth and scanned the stadium for her.
She still wasn't present and the game was going to start in about Fifteen minutes.
The whole stadium was crowded with students of various schools about Thirty percent from Zènith, Forty percent from various public schools but mainly from the only other private school in France called St Louis.
The students there didn't live up to the good name of the school.
The last Thirty percent of people were parents, friends and supporters.
The girls were screaming and chatting animatedly, pointing towards some jocks from both opposing t
