Chapter Twenty Two : Touchdown

"Moreau, De Angelis." Coach said, walking onto the dewy green field and motioning for us.

"Hey coach, what's up?" I asked as Dakota jogged over to join us.

"You're both my best players, always will be. I don't care if you're a fucking unicorn okay? I don't want to get all sappy so go kick some ass." He patted our backs and we went jogging back on the field with huge grins. After setting up the play we hurdled together, gathering our hands in the middle and throwing them up with a loud cheer.

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I kneeled down on one knee, feeling the wet grass beneath me. Tiny drops of rain were coming down on me, streaking across my skin.

I was nervous from the pressure to win and having to hide Dakota and I's relationship from our parents who were sat in the stands. I all but prayed that no one would stir up any trouble in front of them and eyed Queenie from the sidelines as she and the others cheered us on. If anyone was to tell our parents, it would be her.

Nearing the end of the game, we needed one more touchdown to win, reminding me of our last game and giving me dejavu. Only this time I wasn't going to miss the ball, I wouldn't. Tonight is going to be different, I can feel it.

I looked behind my shoulder and watched the ball snap before Dakota caught it. His eyes wandered all over the field before he looked at me from across the field with a grin, winking. I watched as the ball soared, hearing the crowd cheer as I sprinted towards the end zone. I leaped up, catching the ball in my arms as I crossed over the line.

The crowd cheered louder and my teammates rushed over to congratulate me as the opponents walked off the field in defeat. Even Alex was cheering me on. Dakota ran up to me, picking me up by my waist as he cheered along with the others. He put me down and I pulled him into a long hug. His cheeks were rosy and his smile made me want to take off my helmet and kiss him but I knew I couldn't. I felt a small tinge of unhappiness in the midst of everything going on around me, that I couldn't touch him. Gemma screamed my name from the stands pulling my from my thoughts, along with Mr.Moreau with huge smiles on their faces.

"Good game son." My dad said to me as we were leaving the parking lot. I muttered a thanks and got in the back of the car, drenched in sweat, looking forward to a hot shower. I did a double take at his words, surprised he bothered congratulating me.

"Dakota's throw helped, don't you think?" Mom looked at me through the mirror with a smile that she knew would make me angry. I could feel my face getting red as I bit my tongue and looked out the window, avoiding her gaze. Choking back tears that threatened to come out as we started off home. All that time practicing and it went unnoticed, least by her.

"I think Luka did great." My dad said making my ears raise. I gave him a questionable stare through the mirror. He's giving me praise? Normally he'd have something to say about ways I could do better. But tonight I did do better.

My mom didn't say anything for the rest of they way home, keeping her arms crossed the whole time like a child who didn't get what they wanted. As soon as we got inside the house she walked straight into her room without saying another word to me or my dad, slamming her door. I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the couch, wishing she'd act like a grown woman for once. I did alright at tonight's game, I scored a touchdown for fuck sakes and it didn't seem to make a difference to her.

"You know son, you're mom, she's just.." My dad sighed as he sat down beside me.

"There's things that you wouldn't understand, even if I told you." He put a comforting hand on my shoulder with his head hung low. I nodded, at a loss for words and surprised that we were having a normal conversation with bickering back and forth.

"It's better left unsaid." He patted my back and after a moment of silence he stood up and walked upstairs. I could hear the door to his bedroom shut as I sat in confusion, wondering what it was that I wouldn't understand about my mom. Is there more to her that I don't know about?

I laid in my bed still thinking about what he said, tempted to ask him more about it. Frustrated that I couldn't understand her, and why nothing I did was good enough. I laid still, wondering what could be wrong with her. After much thought I decided it was better left alone and not get myself worked up over it.

I heard a tap on my window and sat up to find Dakota standing outside with a beaming smile. I stood up off my bed and walked over to open it.

"Hey." I said as he climbed in.

"You were great!" He exclaimed as he sat on the edge of my bed. I chuckled and thanked him taking a spot beside him. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I debated on whether or not to tell him about my mom, but decided against it. I said I'd leave it alone, so I will.

Dakota kissed my head and gave me a smirk before pushing me down on the bed.

"Your gift for your first touchdown." He said, before undoing my pants.

"Whoa." I chuckled as he got down on the floor on his knees. He undid my belt and unfastened my button in no time. My heart was racing and I was beginning to second guess receiving this gift.

"M-maybe we could just relax and watch a movie?" I stuttered.

Dakota looked up at me, biting his lip as he refastened my jeans.

"A movie it is." He smirked and sat beside me, ruffling my hair.

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