As I step onto the field with my friends, I notice the excitement in the air before the match starts. I scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of my mom and sister, but my attention is suddenly drawn to him—the star player of the team. He looks focused, but I can see a flicker of surprise in his eyes when he spots me. I’m here with my friend, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I realize he’s not just playing for fun; he’s playing for an audience.

I wonder if he’s thinking about me, but then I see the way he glances around, searching for someone. My heart sinks a little when I realize he’s looking for someone else. I can’t shake the feeling that I should be the one by his side, cheering him on, not just a spectator. The match begins, and I try to focus on the game, but my mind keeps drifting back to him. I notice how he plays with intensity, and even though I’m here with a friend, I can’t help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration.

As the game progresses, I catch glimpses of him making impressive plays, and I feel a surge of pride for him, even if it’s tinged with envy. When the match ends, I hear the crowd cheering, and I’m surprised to learn he’s been named MVP. I can’t help but feel a little bittersweet; he’s amazing, and I wish I could be the one celebrating with him.