The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 78: Chapter 78

Jessika POV
Recently mom and mama have been spending the night at each other's houses.  When we go to mama's, mom stays over.  If we go to mom's, mama stays over... it doesn't make sense.  "If they're going to be sleeping over at each other's houses, why not move in together again?"  I said as Jakob and I stretched.
"Don't ask me," he said, "those two never made sense.  Are you ready for the game?"
"When am I not?" I said, watching him laugh.  "Is Genesis coming?"
"Yep," he said.
"She's pretty nice," I shrugged, "but I'll cut her at the fucking kneecaps if she does something stupid."
"Noted," he muttered.  The benches filled up with spectators.  I looked for our parents and Jaelynn and when I spotted them... I was really happy that everyone was here.  Even Peter... though he knocked my brilliant sister up.  "I know you hate him," Jakob said, stretching his arms, "want to slash his tires together?"
"Deal," I gave a toothy smile and we rushed to the coach.
"Over here!" I shout to Jakob. He sends it over and I made sure the ball went right past the goalie's head. The crowd cheered as I ran back with Jakob. He high-fived me, both of shouting like crackheads.
As I got back, I watched as the team sent it all over. Getting annoyed, I took off at the leader and watched the team panic. They won't try to make a goal, they leave it up to one person and I'm going to take them out. Rushing at them, the leader freaked and backed off - allowing me to steal the ball. Sending it over to Jakob, he carried it down the field and got us another point. We both screamed with excitement.
We went again and again, getting more points than ever. We were 5 to 0 and I'm not going to lie, I felt like a fucking boss! I slid into a player but luckily I didn't kick them and got the ball for Jakob to score. As I was getting up, I was stunned.
"That's my daughter! Kick their slow asses! Let's go baby! You got this! Yes!" Mom shouted, throwing her arms everywhere. In that moment, I didn't give one shit... I charged at the other team and made fucking sure I beat the shit out of them... they were never going to recover.
In the last ten seconds, I ran the ball through three players and instead of giving it to Jakob, I saw it through. My thighs were burning as I pushed myself to run the fastest I ever have. I could barely breathe and my head was hurting, but there was no way I was going to let up. As I got in front of the goalie, I kicked the ball as hard as I could and watched it soar into the net.
Screams... cheers and praise.
Jakob came sprinting to me as I fell to my knees, exhausted. Tears fell from my eyes as I threw my hands in the arm cheering.
This was our last game in eighth grade...
The score: 10 : 0
Everyone piled on me, shouting my name over and over again. Jakob was yelling but I didn't give a flying care. Pushing everyone away, I hopped the little fence that separated the field and the stands, ran up the stairs and launched myself onto my mom. We fell back onto the benches; her and I both laughing our heads off, "Great job baby.... I'm so fucking proud of you!"
And I let myself cry from happiness...
I finally got the one thing I ever wanted.
"Good game Jessika! You did amazing!" Some random parents complimented me... making me shy.
"Thank you," I muttered. Jakob made fun of me of course so I kicked his shin. Genesis waved at us, so I nudged him towards her, "You can celebrate me later... go loverboy." He smiled and ran off.
My moms and Jaelynn were busy talking to the coach so I took a break on one of the benches. Leaning back, I just take a deep breath and embrace my glory. The field is my bitch and everyone on it is my slave... at least... that's what I'm telling myself right now.
"Good game," I glanced up to see a girl around my age. She was wearing a light blue hijab and a white face covering, "You were really good out there."
"Oh thanks," I said. Something told me to further the conversation, "My name is Jessika Meryl.... What's your name?"
"Sonna,"she took a seat beside me, "Sonna Mitri... I moved here last month."
"Where are you from?" I asked. She had green eyes that were gorgeous. I could tell by the skin around her eyes that she had caramel skin.
"Indonesia," she chuckled a little, "I moved here to live with my aunt and uncle."
"Wow... that's amazing," I leaned towards her but instantly stopped, "you're Muslim... correct?"
"Yes," she became nervous, "is that bad?"
"No! It's just...," I glanced over at my moms, "they're my parents... I have two moms." She looked past me to see them, making me nervous. "I know their relationship is against your religion," I said.
"To many Muslims, it is," she said, "but to me personally... love is love." I smiled at her, feelings little... giggly. "Can I have your number?" She asked.
"Oh yeah," I pulled out my phone and handed it to her. Her hands were silky smooth... while mine were rough and calloused.
After we exchanged numbers and made sure everything was good, Sonna asked, "Is it okay if I text you?"
"Yeah," I muttered... a little hypnotized by her eyes.
Mom came over, "You ready baby? Who is this?"
I got up, slinging my bag over my shoulder, "Sonna... she moved here last month from Indonesia."
My mom looked a bit hesitant. It was obvious she wasn't sure what would happen to me if she spoke to Sonna, but Sonna spoke, "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Meryl."
Mom glanced at me and when I smiled at her, she smiled at Sonna, "It's nice to meet you too, Sonna."