The Love Of My Life

I 'had' a normal life. I guess you can say that?! When I say 'had' its because its true. I had a family that I loved and they loved me back. Though I was the only child I was happy either way. Everything changed in my life, the day of my birthday. I never thought that one accident would ruin my life forever. Or so I thought.
Years pass and I meet new people and loose others, in which many of these people I regret knowing... But I will never regret laying my eyes on a pair of glowing caramel eyes. After him everything changed.


37. Chapter 37: Those Eyes (Part 1)



(Skylar's POV)


I kicked the ball about two feet in front of me and ran towards it. I did that three more times until I reach a tall brunette standing in front of me.


I slowed down and kick the ball lightly and when she charged towards me I quickly did a fake turn to the right and moved to my left.


I had a perfect angel of the goal and when I was about to kick the ball someone from the opposite team slid their leg underneath me from behind. They tried to kick the ball away from me but missed and kicked the back of my feet causing me to fall flat on my back.


I got the air knocked out of me. I gasped for air as I heard the referee blew his whistle and pull out a yellow card in front of the girls face. There was multiple 'ooooohs' and 'Oh My Gods' as I fell with force.


The opposite team 'boo'd' the referee for pulling out a card.


My eyes blurred with tears. I squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for the pain to sub-side. My teeth clenched shut in pain as I arched my back to easy the pain on my back. I heard foot steps and people talking but I couldn't pay any attention to them quite yet, the pain was to much.


We were on the second half of the game, about three minutes left. The score was tied 1-1 and I was determined for our team to win. I had my chance just minutes earlier but now I'm just in pain. Not as much as I was when I first fell but I still am in pain.


"Skylar! Can You Hear Me! Skylar!" I heard someone yell. I gasped for air and finally took a huge breathe of air that immediately filled my lunges and I slowly exhaled. Before repeating.


I opened my eyes slowly. I blinked a few times before I could fully see passed my tearful eyes. Everyone standing around me. Coach on my left, Jazz and Bonnie on my right squatting next to me.


"Skylar! Are you ok?!" Jazz yelled.


I coughed a few times and continued breathing slowly. Once I had controlled my breathing I gave them a quick nod to show I was fine.


"Alright lets get her up... Slowly" Coach said in his thick british accent.


Coach grabbed by left arm while Bonnie grabbed my right. Jazz places one hand on the back of my head and the other of my back slowly lifting me off the ground. I groaned in pain and once I was up I stood up straight only to hear my back crack.


Not in the way you would break a bone but like when you get a massage and the masseuse cracks your back in a soothing way, like that.


As I stood up standing I heard the crowd cheering me on. It felt nice knowing they were supporting not just the team but me as well.


"You alright" coach asked.


"Yea" I whispered.


"Here... Drink some water" I took the bottle away from Bonnie and drank a bit from it.


"Alright. I'm going to have to sit you out and let Brook take your penalty kick for you" coach said. Brook was also played as a forward but I surly wasn't giving up my shot. It was a dirty move the other teams burners had played while I was in the box so they had given our team the P.K.


"No... No. No. !... I can do it coach!" I took one final deep breath before standing even straighter, looking determined.


"Skylar you nearly passed ou-"


"But I Didn't And I'm Fine. I Want To Take This Shot!" I protested.


He sighed then nodded his head causing me to nod once back at him.


"Alright. Everything ok. Are we ready" the referee suddenly popped into the circle of soccer players.


"Yea..." Coach said. "Good luck" he added while patting my back lightly.


"Alright... You'll take the shot" the referee ask and I nodded in response.


"Good luck" the girls on my team told me as they patted my shoulder lightly and got back to their formation. Few mids standing close by for the run in.



I stood in front of the goal. The only thing between me and the goal is their goalie. I places the ball on the white circle in front of my feet. I stood up straight and eyed the goalie as she spread her arms out to the side and bent her knees a bit.


I took a few step back and took a deep breath, you could feel the suspension in the air. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, bitting the end of their nails, crossing their fingers, or even closing their eyes.


Complete silence.


That's all I heard accept my breathing and heart beat.


Usually when I shoot a penalty kick I get nervous since everyone's eyes are on me... But today, today was different.


Not four hundred, not one hundred, not even fifty pairs of eyes made me nervous. I just sensed one.


I turn my head to my left and stared into the one pair of eyes that were making me nervous, happy, sad, but most of all a bit confident for what I'm about to do. One pair of golden caramel eyes letting me know he's been here, he's been watching me, he's been supporting me... Justin was here.


He gave me a small confident smile and mouthed 'You Got This' which made me smile and turn back to the goalie.


I took a deep breath one last time as the referee blew his whistle and before I knew it I was gently jogging to the ball and then with a quick sprint I brought my right foot out and kicked the ball with all the force I possible could, just not to much so it wouldn't go over.


I watch as if time had slowed down and took eternity for the ball to make it nearly half way down.


The air was filled with suspense, you could feel everyone hold in a breath. It was so quite you could hear a pin drop.


I close my eyes not wanting to see if I had made it or not.


First 'Booing' then 'Cheers' I don't know if I made it or not. But both sides of our teams are screaming whether in victory or defeat.


A tear runs down my check knowing I didn't make it...


Not until I felt multiple hands and arms wrap around me jumping up and down while screaming the words I couldn't believe my ears "We Won! We Won! You Did It! You Made It! We Won!"


I open my eyes to see our schools side screaming so much they were red in the face and the opponent school booing and throwing whatever was in their hands.


I beging to cry again not because I was sad but out of happiness that we won!


"We Won!!" I yelled as I threw my hands in the air.


"AAAAAAAAAAAHH" the girls screamed with me.


The coach ran up to me and handed me the, two foot, gold championship trophy.


The girls literally pick me up with all the might they could bare and put me on the shoulders of the strongest girls on our team, as I have the pleasure to kiss the trophy first and lift it into the air causing the screaming to get even louder.


I smiled widely as I looked around to see everyone's happy and excited face. I stop when my eyes meet the same caramel eyes that helped me make the shot.


I smile at Justin but he just frowned and turned away before heading away from the field.


'What?' I thought to myself. My heart broke... My eyes water but I didn't dare let them fall in front of everyone as they celebrated our victory.


I thought Justin was here to support me not see me win and leave. I stopped smiling and frowned as I thought of many reasons as to why he was here.


Probably hoping you lost one of your most important games.


I watched as he walked farther away from the field near the parking lot. I put the trophy on my lap and stare at the people around me still cheering and jumping.


Once they put me down Jazz and Bonnie give me a quick hug and said "We Did It! You Did It". I smiled the biggest smile I could master at them and pass them the trophy to hold.


Once I'm out of the circle and no one is looking at me I sprint to the girls locker room. I lean on the lockers and slide down til my bum touched the floor and begin to cry. Why because I'm hurt. Once again I feel unloved. Alone. Lost. No one ever stays true the word love. It didn't exist.


My parents loved me but they weren't here. Tyler 'loved me' but he had physically hurt me and lied. And Justin could never love a 'slut' or 'whore' like me.The one person I truly love leaves me as if it would do nothing to me and thinks so low of me. It's upsetting really.


I put my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I put my head down on my knees and begin to cry more. Tears stream down my face, I've inly cried like this three times in my life that I can remember about. When my parents died. When Tyler had first physically hurt me and when I was sent to the hospital due to my small concussion and many stitches.


The memory of Justin leaving back there replays over and over again in my mind. Watching him as he frowned and turned his back towards me. As if he was trying to make something clear.


I know I should be upset with him for what he did Monday night. But he means so much to me that I simply can't. He was drunk, I know it was just all in his head. Even though he was holding a gun while talking to me, I knew he wouldn't hurt me physically... but mentally? It hurts so much when he hurts me on the inside, breaking my heart. It's cheesy and stupid. I know I'm being ridiculous... I've known him for about two weeks but... But I know he's different. He has to be.


I was startled when a voice broke my thoughts. "You took a pretty hard hit back there"






********************* (A/N)














Which team are you on? They won! Did you guess it right? What did you think? What's Justin's problem? Who was that?


Cliffhanger!!! xD



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