You despised crowded places, but a bet was a bet. You had lost a bet with Alexander, Alex for short, your enemy. He had made you go to his last football match.

You wore his jersey and sat in the front seat row, to get his attention.

The match eventually started when another boy, your classmate, Elijah came down and sat next to you. You guys started having a short conversation, and you had to admit you didn't mind it. You even started laughing at his jokes.

When suddenly a ball flew directly to Elijah's face, break his nose.

Your eyes widened at his bloodied state. You looked back the field to see Alex standing right next to the gate to whom the refree showed a red card to. When his eyes met yours, you could make out the words on his lips.

"You. Are. Mine."