His eyes were blacker than coal and they looked right
through me. They were trying to tell me something but I had no idea what. They
were piercing.
I
had never conversed with their owner but I knew him regardless. He was our
superstar: the kid who had it all and knew it. He carried himself a little too
confidently and sometimes he let it get to his head but rightfully so. He had
worked hard to get to the top. I always saw him putting in the effort. He puts
up a good front: acting like he owns the world…but I know that there’s more to
him that he protects.
I
blinked my eyes a couple of times and returned back to reality. I glanced over
my to where he was standing ever so confidently. He waved his hand in the air
calling a play of some sort. I sat up straighter. His eyes flashed in my
direction while a smirk played at his lips. He nodded at me slightly with a “watch
this” attitude and then he was off. I cocked my head to the side trying to
figure out what those eyes, once again, were trying to tell me as he took
control of our team.
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