The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Forty-one

Elena P. O. V

One Hour before the match

I arrived at Mac’s apartment, I knocked on the front door with no reply afterward. I know today was the big final but I presumed someone could be home to whom I could give the bracelet.

After knocking for several minutes, there was no reply. I was about to leave when I noticed the door was never locked.

Mac cared less about the house because obviously, his father was rich enough to get him another one.

I entered the apartment and tried locating Mac’s room. The interior of the house was uttermost beautiful.

Entering into his room, I wasn’t surprised by the nature of the room. There were clothes littered everywhere, the bed covers weren’t well laid, and the books were scattered across the floor, a typical boy’s room indeed.

I removed the bracelet from my bag and placed it back on the table opposite his bed. The table had a series of books and mostly were literature books. I was in disbelief that Mac could actually have a thing for literature.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious.

I don’t know why, but having to read Mac’s diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open.

All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it.

Dear DiaryThis content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

The next on the list happened to be Elena and she is making things complicated for me. To be honest Diary, I think I won’t be able to achieve my mark because she has captured my heart. I regret ever making a bet with Noah which the stupid bitch Tisha had informed her about.

I wish I could get her back, I love her and it hurts so much to see we don’t even talk anymore. I am optimistic that if she comes for the big game tomorrow, not only will I beat Liam, I have something amazing to do for her.

It’s funny how a write-up from Mac could put smiles on my face. Maybe I had judged Mac so much that I didn’t try to reason from a broader angle. Thinking of it now, I reminisced over the video and noticed that the time Tisha had recorded the bet, was before we met.

Checking my wristwatch, I realized I could still make it for the game. I needed to be there to support Mac. I searched my bag for the ticket he had given me, and I found it.

I rushed out of his house and boarded the next Tishailable Taxi that came my way, heading for the Grey Arena, where the final was being played.

When I arrived, I handed over the ticket to the officials in charge and rushed into the stands, hoping I could see Mac play.

Oakwood High School was two goals down already and when my eye caught up with Mac, I could see the frustration setting in for him.

I felt sad knowing I might probably be the cause of his lack of enthusiasm to play the final as Liam and the rest members of the Lakewood High School kept the counterattack at bay.

I noticed Mac approaching my side of the stand to get the ball. I tried getting his attention but he was concentrated on the ball….. So I thought, till he looked up to see me.

Seeing how his face lit up, was proof beyond doubt that I had caused the sad emotions he was feeling in his body.

During half-time, I decided to take a bold step by going into the locker room to meet up with Mac.

Entering the locker room, the one particular voice that was giving words of encouragement stopped and all eyes were on me.

Ignoring their look, I turned to see Mac who was also dumbstruck by my coming over to the locker room.

“Can I see you for a few minutes?” I asked.

After some minutes of silent exchange of gestures from Mac to his Coach, he approached me and held my hands out of the locker room.

Mac’s pov

To say that I was elated was an understatement, not only was Elena standing right before me, but she was looking beautiful.

When we had seen a comfortable spot which happened to be a few metres away from the locker room, I decided to apologize.

“I am sorry” It turned out, we said it the same time.

“You first” I urged her to start.

“I am truly sorry for my actions towards you, I was so blinded by my emotions not to have realized that the bet you made happened before we even became friends “My face lit up in hope, seeing Elena finally coming to terms with what happened.

“And I let Tisha deceive me too” Subconsciously, I wrapped my arms around her in a deep hug. I noticed her body stiffened for a while, but adjusted to the hug.

“I am sorry myself” I indicated after she released herself from the hug. “So, uh.. will you wait till the game is over?” I asked, touching the back of my head out of nervousness.

“I came here to watch you and please, make me proud” It was surprising and at the same time great to see Elena finally getting back to her normal self.

“I assure you, I will get the winning goal”

“Good luck then, gotta go” She replied, releasing her hands off mine which I never knew I held all the while we were chatting.

I was lost in her presence as she walked back into the stand. I was definitely going to win this game for Elena, I had great conviction about that.

After the break, we were all back on the field. I was filled with so much enthusiasm that I couldn’t wait for the games to start. I looked at the left stand to see Elena smiling at me and mouthing a ‘you got this’ for me.

The moment the whistle was blown, I invested my whole energy into the game and my team members began the attack, causing Lakewood High School members to stay in defense mode.

We were ten minutes away from the final whistle and the scoreline was still leveled. Dan had given me the ball and so, when I turned to shoot, I felt myself fall to the ground, twisting my left ankle in the process. I looked up to see who had committed such a foul on me, and it turned out to be Liam who was smirking in satisfaction.

“You really think you will win huh? Well, I got a red card, your ankle is broken and now, we are even” There was an uproar from the crowd as each of my team members tried to confront Liam who had his team members coming to his aid.

The brawl lasted for some minutes till the security officials were instructed to come handle the game and they stopped.

The decision was made, Liam was given a red card, and my team got a penalty. He didn’t budge a bit as he knew I was already injured.

“Damn, your ankle looks broken,” Dan, one of the team’s substitutes, indicated.

“Who is going to take the penalty?” Seth asked. I turned around to see Elena feeling pity for my condition and her reaction got to me.

“I will take it” I declared, causing Dan to look at me in amazement.

“You do know that you can’t play right?”

“Like I said, I will take the penalty” I tried getting up on my one leg and limped to the goal box.

“Are you really sure you can take this?” The official asked me and I nodded affirmatively.

There was silence in the entire stadium as I studied the goalie and the goalpost for a moment. I had already decided where to place it.

Before the official blew the whistle, I decided to look up to my school members who held their hands together hoping I score. I shifted my gaze to the team members who were standing by with anxiety laced on their faces.

Still waiting for the whistle, I checked to see my Coach giving me a thumbs up and I nodded accordingly.