Watching The Game

Selena's POV

Stanley held my hand as we entered the grandstand, I could hear the strumming of the drums, shouts, yells, and screams of girls cheering for each team.

I could hear Skyler's fans chanting his name, and I don't know what I feel. Jealous? Happy? I am not sure; I still couldn't believe he will ask permission from my father to allow me to watch his game. It is kind of sweet knowing my dad knew I had been kissing the boy.

I could see him right away wearing his number 18 jersey. It is his birthday, and I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He looked so hot and I didn't realize he got a haircut. He looked so boyish and I wished to be in his arms once again and share another mind-blowing kiss.

I felt worried about where to sit since all the seats were taken, and when coach Larry motioned us to seat at the courtside my heart is racing, and I have to admit I am thrilled for this is the first time I would be seating near the court and I could see him closer.