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after the game goes on for a while, till couldn’t help but just look at mizi. he wasn’t looking at the game, only her.
“did you see that? my brother just scored a touch down!”
sua yells excitedly sitting up from her seat. the crowd starts cheering loudly for number 13 which caught tills attention. he turns his attention towards him instead of mizi. he watches as the football player cheers with his team before they get back into action. as the game continues, he kept switching from watching mizi, cheering, and ivan, playing. he was amazed on how good they both were at their sports. during a time out, the cheer performed a few stunts. it was memorizing how mizi and her stunt group performed a cradle. she then takes the spotlight as she runs into a round off backhand spring ending in a back tuck, landing perfectly. making tills jaw drop. he turns to say something to sua who seems equally as memorized. instead of interrupting her, they both just sit there, jaws a little open, memorized by the all mighty mizi. before they know it, the game continues. after being memorized by mizi, he was then suddenly all interested in football by watching #13. the way he played, his form, everything was just amazing. till didn’t know much about football, but he could easily tell #13 was good. he watched as the player kept getting his team points. it was all amazing. halftime came around, and till decided to use the restroom. as he makes his way down the bleachers towards the restrooms, he runs into a tall, tan, brunette.
“oops, sorry man. got a little nacho cheese on your shirt.”
the girl says, as till looks down at his shirt with a small cheese stain.
“cool skeleton shirt by the way.”
she says as she walks past till. he was annoyed by the situation and flipped her off from the back as he entered the men’s restroom. he starts wiping his shirt to remove the stain. there were a group of boys in the bathroom with him who are talking about the game.
“dude ivan’s a monster.”
“he’s insane”
“i’d hate to go against him in a game.”
“who we talking about again?”
“ivan.”
the group of boys all say amongst themselves and till can’t help but over hear.
“right.. so who’s ivan?”
“number 13 dumbass.”
he realized they are talking about sua’s brother, number 13. so his name is ivan. ‘suits him’ he thought. he leaves the bathroom to see the game had already resumed. everyone was cheering for number 13. ivan.