"Love is sweet when it's new, but it is sweeter when it's true."

Chapter 6:

It was now three in the afternoon and Chris sent me a message that we need to leave at five. The drive to Oakland isn't that long and the game is not even gonna start until seven but Chris needs to be at the stadium to perform whatever pre-game ritual they have and of course to warm up.

I didn't even need to wonder where he got my number because I'm pretty sure Dilton is the one to blame.

As a lady, I need my time to prepare and there's two hours left and I haven't even know what to wear yet.

I started pacing back and forth the hotel room, my suitcase has been turned upside down, the contents scattered all over my bed.

When I realize that this is hopeless, I picked up my phone and started calling Steph to help me, but after trying multiple times, I had no luck, she's not picking up and I always end up at the voicemail. Where the hell is Steph, when you need her?

I let myself fall on the bed, lying on top of my clothes when I hear a knock on the door. I quickly jolt up and put my clothes into-what I think-an acceptable pile.

I sprint towards the door, I opened it to see Chris standing there wearing his New York Giants shirt-which looks good on him, by the way, but of course I didn't say that.

"I thought you'd be ready," he said

"You see, I'm kinda having a dilemma," I sheepishly said "Why?"

He shrugged, "Can I come in?"

"Um actually you-," he didn't let me finish, he just walked pass through me, leaving me no choice but to follow behind him.

"I didn't say you can come in." I mumble lowly

"I'll come in anyway, no matter what you'll say."' He told me

I rolled my eyes at him, "Figured,"

There was an awkward silence that follows after; I decided to break the ice.

"What do you need anyway?" I asked

He handed me the paper bag he was holding, "Wear that tonight."

I just look at him. Well, whatever is inside this paper bag must be decent and warm or else I'm disregarding his orders and I'll shove it on his ass.

"Well, I better be going so you can get ready." He said

I nodded at him, I looked up to see that he wasn't really looking at me; instead he is looking at something behind me. I followed the direction of his eyes, seeing that he is looking at the blood red lingerie that is carelessly lying on top of the pile of clothes.

"Nice colour," he winked "really seductive"

My eyes widened at his words and if it's possible that my cheeks turned the same colour as the lingerie. It took me a few seconds before I snapped out to reality, "Get out, Chris."

He just chuckled and raised his hands in mock surrender, "Okay, bye."

I pushed him until he was out of the door.

"Clary!" he called at the other side of the door, "I won't mind if you wear that tonight too."

I shook my head, "Pervert" I quietly said to myself

I opened the paper bag, silently bracing myself for some revealing outfit; I immediately let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Chris' jersey. His surname 'Jameson' and the number '10' printed in bold white at the back and the number is printed on the front too.

I decided to just wear skinny jeans, since the jersey looks oversized on me and some white sneakers. I pull my hair up into a pony tail and put on some light make-up.

Chris was exactly at my room by 5 o'clock; give it to him to be punctual. As we made our way to his car a few paparazzi spotted us and started asking about the cheating rumour. Chris just pulled me closer to him, refusing to answer any questions.

"Thanks," I told him as we got inside the car

"No problem."

"I'm sorry, I caused the rumour," I said

"Clary," he sighed "You didn't do anything wrong, I swear by the end of this night we'll already clean up this mess and your cousin will be fine."

He gave my thigh a reassuring pat, before starting the ignition.

When we got into the stadium it was packed with fans and paps, I visibly gulped at the sight, which Chris immediately noticed.

"Will you be okay?" he asked

I stared at him blankly, "Yeah," I said, "I'll try," I added barely audible

He pulled me towards him as soon as we got out of his car, shielding me from the screaming and flashing lights.

We entered the stadium and some of his team mates flocked around us.

"Who's the pretty lady?" one asked

Chris rolled his eyes, "Do you see this?" he asked pointing at his surname written at the back of his shirt that I'm wearing.

"She's mine so back off." He growled

The guy raised his hand in surrender, "Jeez dude, we just wanna know who your girlfriend is."

"Yeah, you missed a week of practice to see her." Another one said, giving me a discreet wink

"Since she's wearing your jersey and all, we got the message that she's yours." One said, assuring Chris.

The fact that I was wearing his jersey is still sinking on me; back in high school no one got the privilege to wear his jersey. Sandy Adamson tried to ask him, but he (rudely) declined, so instead Sandy will go make a replica of Chris' jersey and wear it at his games.

"She's Clarissa Humphrey," Chris simply said

I mentally scowled when he called me by my first name. Plus, can he be more enthusiastic on introducing his girlfriend that he is supposed to be in love with.

"Hey!" I said, managing a small wave.

"Wait," said another guy, who is pushing through the crowd on the way to us, "You were Megan Fox's best friend on that movie, damn I forgot the title, but I watched that with my girlfriend. You were so cool."

I smiled at him and the fact that I only have a few scenes and I'm not even close on being a supporting actress but he still noticed my appearance and remembered me.

One of Chris' team mates went into the room and told them that their coach was already looking for them.

Chris turned to me and I pat his shoulders, "I'll be at the bleachers," I told him, as he kissed my forehead in return to make our act more believable to the members of the team.

He lead me to the door that leads to the bleachers before going after his team mates, without even taking a last glance on me. Guess the act is over.

I watched them warm-up for a while finding it impolite to stay on my phone every time, at least I pretend that what they're doing sparks up my interest even a bit. After that the coach gave them a pep talk and they went inside their locker room again.

The people started filing in the stadium; I got up to buy a bottle of water before it gets too crowded.

I went back to my seat and notice some fans going wild that's when I saw Chris on the other side of the fence, taking pictures with the fans that approached him.

"Hey!" I said as I walked to his direction when the fans started to clear up.

He hung his head low, "Game starts in thirty minutes, I'm kinda nervous."

I look at him incredulously, the Chris Jameson gets nervous? Wow this is new.

He looked at me, immediately reading my expression.

"Hey, don't look at me like that; I get nervous too you know." He protested, "It's not like I could say it to the team, I'm supposed to be confident to set an example."

"It's just so unlike you." I managed, "but don't worry, you'll do good."

"It's my first time as a quarterback to play against the Raiders, even if it's just a friendly game, I'm still nervous." He explained

I just laughed at him, trying to brighten up the mood, "Is it because I'm watching?"

I immediately scold myself for letting that slip out of my mouth. What was I thinking? Well, obviously I wasn't thinking at all.

He rolled his eyes on me, "You wish, Clary."

"Whatever," I told him "Play nice."

I turned my back to him and started making my way back to my seat.

"Hey wait! Where's my good luck kiss?" he asked

I ran back to him, stopping in front of him in the opposite side of the fence.

"There are no paps!" I told him

He shook his head, "No, but there are fans and they sure have cameras."

Rolling my eyes, I kissed him, trying to deepen it as I could.

"Good luck!" I whispered to him before going back to my seat.

I saw him standing there with a goofy grin on his face before he went back to the bench, his team mates giving him supportive pats on the back and a couple wolf whistling, which-in my opinion-boosts his ego.

It was halfway the game and the Giants are leading and I'm on the edge of my seat cheering with the other fans that are seated with me. When Chris scored another touchdown the crowd went wild again and I know that I should be going wild to since he is my boyfriend after all and I should be ecstatic.

I was watching the rest of the game intently, Chris is aiming for a touchdown again and he's almost close on scoring another touchdown, but he got tackled and he had a pretty bad fall. To be honest, I laughed at first but I quickly recovered and muster a concerned look like a concerned girlfriend will do. Chris gave me thumbs up in return, signalling he was fine.

When they had a timeout, I tried to somehow get closer to the side-line, but the people who are thinking of the same thing made it almost impossible for me to get there.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I reached him, which is a pretty stupid question.

He just laughed, "It was nothing, and it happens often, it's normal in football, Clary."

"Why, are you worried about me?" he quickly added

I rolled my eyes on him as he watches me with an amused look, "I'm just putting up a show" I scowled "Just play your game, whatever."

The game came into an end and I caught a glance of Chris giving a handshake to the quarterback of the opposing team, after the game. The Giants won with the score of, 28-24.

I saw Chris trying to locate me through the mass of people in the bleachers; once he caught my eyes he gave me a small nod, before turning his back on me and facing the interviewer.

My head snapped at the big screen hanged on the stadium.

"How was the game?" the interviewer asked with much enthusiasm

"It's been great." Chris said, telling more about how the game went and which parts he enjoyed the most, "I've been nervous though, because my girlfriend is watching, yet she's so supportive and it somehow eases the nervousness."

"Mm, the good luck kiss must've worked," the interviewer said, wiggling his eyebrow as Chris muttered an agreement.

"There had been rumours about your girlfriend cheating on you lately?" he mentioned

"Do we look like someone who'll be breaking up soon?" Chris bellowed, "She's not cheating on me, that's just her cousin with her."

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Chris said those words, it feels like the weigh is being lifted up on my chest.

"Plus, who would cheat on the Chris Jameson?" Chris quickly added, "I definitely have everything a girl wants."

And then with a blink of an eye, he is back to the egotistical, conceited jerk he is.

They talked about more things about football, before letting him go and moving on to the quarterback of the other team.

"Thanks!" I said as he stood in front of me.

He shrugged, "No worries."

"I'm gonna be honest with you," I told him, "You stink."

The hopeful look on his face, disappeared as he said, "Wait for me, we're going somewhere."

Author's Note:

I'm updating a day early since it's my birthday, consider it as a gift from me :). Don't worry, I'm still going to update tomorrow.