A match and a scandal

"It is very embarrassing to be put on the spot."

-Bess Truman.

"Life is a series of embarrassing moments which leaves you feeling alone in your confusion and shame."

-Miranda Hart.

"The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportional to the embarrassment he can take."

-Douglass Engelbart.

Here comes another update for you lovely people. Please tap on the beautiful little star button below and comment your opinions in the comment section.

And here comes the answer to the riddles I posted in the last chapter.

The first riddle is footsteps, the second is a penny, and the last is David.

So congrats if you got it and good luck to those that will attempt the new riddle.

This chapter will be dedicated to Wattpad Diana_Simpson Lucid_dreamer_girl oa_judith chisom123z claraibiam crazysillyhuman

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♥Ralph's POV♥

So here I am, preparing for a match against the red tigers. It is a huge match between the royals vs red tigers. Another prominent high school in new york yet I'm nowhere near excited.

I'm anxious and nervous about the outcome of the match, I can't afford to disappoint the school and coach after giving the sermon of creating our strategy.

I feel hurt. I feel so much agony after realizing what I had with Anna was a facade. Standing at the funfair and watching her kiss another guy is too much for me to bear. I have tried all possible means to banish the scene out of my head but all to no avail. I know I have had my fair share of breaking girls hearts but who knew this is what heartbreak truly felt like?

All I have done these past weeks is to avoid her even though she keeps blocking me and trying to explain herself. I am not interested in any explanations because I caught her with my two eyes. I have dedicated my time to practice. I practised so hard till my sneakers weathered. I practised in the sun and rain and I'm just hoping I don't eventually lose this match or get kicked out of my post. I'm experiencing heartbreak and losing this match might as well just shatter me.

I took a swift glance around the students of royal academy that sat on the bleachers and wore happy faces to cheer us up and the mascot guy that must be terribly sweating but still dancing to cheer us up. The principal sat with a stern look and coach tried to warm us up before the whistle was finally blown.

"Let's go Royals, let's go!" Coach Liam chanted excitedly as we all ran to the field.

We formed a mini circle and set our hands on deck before chanting loudly. "One spirit, one team, one win. Together everyone achieves more!" And separated into our positions.

Beads of sweat-drenched my red jersey with a huge number eleven behind it as the reality registered. For the past forty minutes, the scream of goals has been from the opponent bleachers. And the score is currently 0-10. We have less than five minutes before the first interval elapses. One of my teammates has been kicked out with a red card for committing a penalty kick.

My heart is racing so fast but the drum and beats of failure are faster. It is quite obvious that it is catching up so fast. An opponent winked at me, adding to my frustrations. I'm at the point where I don't know what to do anymore. The mascot guy is still chanting "show them who the real loser is." And I guess we are pretty revealing ourselves indeed.

The atmosphere is depressing as some of our students glared at the red tigers. The cheerleading squad are also busy doing their things. Now, I don't mean actual cheering, I mean they are simply showing off how ridiculously short their skirt is and how low their blouses are.

I guess they have given up on lifting the school's spirit and gone for lifting the spirit of the guys from the other team from the whistle and call gestures they made. At least someone from our school isn't failing or losing terribly as she is doing what she knows how to do best. Nate.

Before anyone could spell Jack Robinson the whistle for a break was blown and murmurs of disapproval registered on the faces of the students as they munched their snacks hungrily and looked down in shame while the opposing team are excited, confident and happy knowing for a fact that will win.

Our team wallowed to the locker room for a pep talk as we tried to lift our spirit.

"Enough with those down faces of yours." Coach scolded. "You guys should be excited!" He cheered.

"Excited about losing?" I asked and earned a scowl from coach.

"Of course not boys, you have forty-five minutes to show the other team why you all are royalties. Why you are the best and how this school has won lots of trophy in the past years. We can't afford to give up right now." He declared while the boys stared at him with half attention.

"Let just quit this game it heading nowhere," Zion advised with a defeated sigh and others murmured in agreement.

"Nonsense! Royalties never give up, they are winners." Coach countered with a stern face.

"We can't quit what we have worked so hard for. Not now, not ever." I concurred.

"But luck is what brought us this far and the luck has left," Marcos argued.

"If you say so, who says the luck can't return in the last forty-five minutes?" Coach started shooting us a sharp look of hope.

"Vince Lombardi said, "winners never quit and quitters never win. We can do this guys." I cheered on as rays of sunlight streaked on us showing us that nature approves of the second chance.

"We have been winning for years and we can do it again and again because we are winners. Together we stand divided we fall." I stretched my hand and everyone began putting their hands on the deck. Coach dropped his hand last and shouted: "c'mon boys, go out and show them who you truly are." And with that, we ran out to the field and the whistle for the second interval was blown.

The distance both team widened. Now I don't mean we are progressing, instead, the red tigers are now at twenty. So the scoreboard is like 0-20.

Another ten minutes passed with us shuffling around the ball and passing it to ourselves, dribbling the opposing team and almost nearing the net before the opposing team snatched the ball from us and scored their goal making it 0-21.

Loud gasps from our bleachers filled the air as I ran for the ball with all vigour and determination. At least, even though we don't end up winning we must make sure the gap between the scores isn't too much.

Another ten minutes passed by and our team scored another goal. There is now hope and jubilation from our team as the score is currently 20-21.

The opposing team bleacher is now quiet as they sat tight and not so sure about them winning again. Marcos scored another goal increasing our score and we yelled in happiness and hugged him while he ran around the field in smiles and adoration. The mascot guy is currently twerking and jumping so high because the smell of victory is near.

It is only one minute until the game ends and we have to score one more goal to win the game. An opponent ran beside me with the ball and tried to dribble me repeatedly and ran towards the net. one of my teammates, Kennedy, dribbled him and caught the ball and began heading towards our net while I ran towards the net too. Five opponents blocked his way and tried to get the ball from him. Kennedy fired the ball towards me with an opening beneath the opponents' legs. I ran towards the ball with my heart pounding so fast, caught the ball and ran towards our net.

We have less than ten seconds left and the count down has begun with the crowd chanting.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

I ran with all passion and when I was about reaching the net, an opponent blocked me.

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

I struggled to get away from him but none of my teammates was close by for me to pass the ball.

Two...

One...

I kicked the ball and closed my eyes in prayers praying for a miracle to happen. The instant cheering and shouts of goals with people running towards me to hug me made me collapse on the floor and opened my eyes.

I fired the ball through a small opening I sighted which my opponents were blind to and won for the school. Who knew this was how victory felt. The principal gave me a thumbs up and a bright smile while coach clapped till he reached where I am rooted to the floor.

"Congrats my love!" Nate hollered and hugged me tightly depriving of my right to breathe as a human. I struggled to free myself from her but she just wouldn't budge.

"What's with all these attitudes? Is it because of the tomboy?" She questioned and shot me a disapproving look while I remained silent.

"In that case, you have got to see this." She brought out her phone and showed me while I opened my mouth in shock, anger, disbelief, and all sort of negative emotions.

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♥Anna's POV♥

All I got since I got to school was whispers, glares, laughter and some kids even pointed at me. I repeatedly sniffed myself to ensure I didn't smell like poo and I also checked my shorts to ensure I wasn't stained. It made no sense but I shrugged them off and headed towards my locker to keep some books so I can go and watch the match that will be happening at school today.

More people crowded around me and pointed at me and everyone shifted from me not wanting any form of body contacts. And trust me, I don't want infections from them too so I care less. Not until I glared and screamed at them before they scurried away like little rabbits. Everyone just seems to be getting on my nerves of recent.

"What the hell is going on doughnut face?" I grabbed a junior by the collar while he stared at the ground and cowered in fright. He was equally pointing at me and staring at me in disgust like I was some garbage dump.

"Nothing senior, I'm very sorry." He shivered and began to sniff.

"No, you will be sorry for yourself if you don't spill out why the hell everyone is acting cold towards me." I balled my fist and dared him to do otherwise.

"Fine, let me show you instead." He fidgeted with his pocket as he struggled to bring out his phone. He typed in the password and showed me the cause of all the ill-treatment.

My face paled instantly as the phone crashed on the floor with my shaky fingers struggling to cover my mouth. I became still as a statue, rigid as a board and continuously shook my head in disbelief as my brain desperately scrambled to make sense of it all.

I struggled to breath as all-atom of breath evaporated I mumbled incoherent words as it rendered me speechless and temporarily incapacitated and unable to comprehend what I just saw.

It is impossible, how did that happen? I ran to the nearest ladies room with throbbing veins in my neck and clenched fist before finally breaking down in tears. This is just too much for me to handle.