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science that helped me get better at Chemistry in spite of my ineffective
professor, and even when we studied other subjects together, I was
better—sharper—for having talked to him, for having discussed things and taught
Devon about them. We were so perfect for each other that I could never imagine
being with anyone else; my relationship with Devon eclipsed every other
relationship I had ever been in before him. I knew without even having to
discuss it with Devon and without even having to hear it from him that we were at the beginning of a very lasting, deep
partnership. I had never been more comfortable with anyone else in my life as I
was with Devon—and I didn’t think that I would ever be as comfortable with
anyone as I had been with him, even though we’d only been seeing each other for
a few weeks. We had been through the most stressful beginning of a relationship
that I could imagine, and we had come through it stronger, both of us more and
more certain that we had made the right decision every day.
Chapter
Ten
It was finally the day of the Championship game; I
shouldn’t have been able to get a ticket—they were sold out, and the tickets
for the special reserved section were full of alumni and family members of the
team—but somehow Devon had managed to convince the school that I absolutely
deserved to be in those very prime seats, cheering him on. Even if I hadn’t
been dating Devon, I would have absolutely been thrilled to be able to go to
the game, since it promised to be an intense one. I had taken the opportunity
to look at the other team’s stats while Devon was getting ready to leave for
the arena, and they had a star player in the same position Devon played; in
fact, of all the teams that our school had gone up against, the one we were
playing for the championship title was the most like ours.
But Devon, I knew, was the better player, just as I
knew that our team was overall stronger—although, I realized as I made my way
into the arena, my heart already beating faster, that they could have been
spending the weeks preparing just as
aggressively as our team had. It was definitely going to be a high-scoring
game, and I was anxious to watch it. Part of me was worried for Devon; I knew
that if we didn’t score a decisive victory, he would blame himself for not
having enough time to prepare, having to take time away from the team due to
his previous bad behavior. But I also knew that he was going to play his heart out and that the team was very strong. If they
somehow didn’t eke out a win, then it would not be anyone’s fault—it would just
be that the other team had some advantage, some form of luck,
that we didn’t have.
If I had thought that the arena was loud the other
times that I’d been inside of it to watch one of the main season’s games, as I
came out of the tunnel and into the stands, it was absolutely deafening. The
other school’s team had brought busloads of their students to the game, and
across the court from them I could see that there were just as many alumni. We
were hosting the championship—giving us the home-court advantage—so I thought
that the other school must have put a lot of money into getting everyone here
from across the state. My body tingled all over, my heart pounded in my chest,
as I made my way to my seat, looking out over the enormous crowd of people,
still growing larger and larger by the moment. I wanted to jump up and down, I
wanted to scream and cheer with the rest of the people in the crowd, but I knew
that it would be a long game—and an intense one. The two teams were not even on
the court yet; over the screams and shouts, I could barely make out the sound
of the two marching bands playing their competing tunes.
I sat down in my seat, smiling to myself as the
excitement of the crowd started to stir something up inside of me. Around me,
alumni and family members of the various team members started to take their own
seats; I recognized
science that helped me get better at Chemistry in spite of my ineffective
professor, and even when we studied other subjects together, I was
better—sharper—for having talked to him, for having discussed things and taught
Devon about them. We were so perfect for each other that I could never imagine
being with anyone else; my relationship with Devon eclipsed every other
relationship I had ever been in before him. I knew without even having to
discuss it with Devon and without even having to hear it from him that we were at the beginning of a very lasting, deep
partnership. I had never been more comfortable with anyone else in my life as I
was with Devon—and I didn’t think that I would ever be as comfortable with
anyone as I had been with him, even though we’d only been seeing each other for
a few weeks. We had been through the most stressful beginning of a relationship
that I could imagine, and we had come through it stronger, both of us more and
more certain that we had made the right decision every day.
Chapter
Ten
It was finally the day of the Championship game; I
shouldn’t have been able to get a ticket—they were sold out, and the tickets
for the special reserved section were full of alumni and family members of the
team—but somehow Devon had managed to convince the school that I absolutely
deserved to be in those very prime seats, cheering him on. Even if I hadn’t
been dating Devon, I would have absolutely been thrilled to be able to go to
the game, since it promised to be an intense one. I had taken the opportunity
to look at the other team’s stats while Devon was getting ready to leave for
the arena, and they had a star player in the same position Devon played; in
fact, of all the teams that our school had gone up against, the one we were
playing for the championship title was the most like ours.
But Devon, I knew, was the better player, just as I
knew that our team was overall stronger—although, I realized as I made my way
into the arena, my heart already beating faster, that they could have been
spending the weeks preparing just as
aggressively as our team had. It was definitely going to be a high-scoring
game, and I was anxious to watch it. Part of me was worried for Devon; I knew
that if we didn’t score a decisive victory, he would blame himself for not
having enough time to prepare, having to take time away from the team due to
his previous bad behavior. But I also knew that he was going to play his heart out and that the team was very strong. If they
somehow didn’t eke out a win, then it would not be anyone’s fault—it would just
be that the other team had some advantage, some form of luck,
that we didn’t have.
If I had thought that the arena was loud the other
times that I’d been inside of it to watch one of the main season’s games, as I
came out of the tunnel and into the stands, it was absolutely deafening. The
other school’s team had brought busloads of their students to the game, and
across the court from them I could see that there were just as many alumni. We
were hosting the championship—giving us the home-court advantage—so I thought
that the other school must have put a lot of money into getting everyone here
from across the state. My body tingled all over, my heart pounded in my chest,
as I made my way to my seat, looking out over the enormous crowd of people,
still growing larger and larger by the moment. I wanted to jump up and down, I
wanted to scream and cheer with the rest of the people in the crowd, but I knew
that it would be a long game—and an intense one. The two teams were not even on
the court yet; over the screams and shouts, I could barely make out the sound
of the two marching bands playing their competing tunes.
I sat down in my seat, smiling to myself as the
excitement of the crowd started to stir something up inside of me. Around me,
alumni and family members of the various team members started to take their own
seats; I recognized
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