Angel took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He turned the corner. He stayed near the walls, eyes downcast but high enough that he didn't run into anyone. He was still looking down when they saw him, he was still looking down when a linebacker kicked him on the back of his calf - at least he assumed it was a linebacker. He was still looking down when he thanked every god he could think of that one of his old foster families made him take gymnastics, still looking down when he caught himself in a bridge and did a kick-over. He was still looking down while he picked his stuff back up, and still looking down when a pair of hands started helping him, keeping the football players away.

That's when he finally looked up.

A/N ~ Okay, short chapter...yeah. I know. 

Word Count: 137

Original: 4.4.19

Edited: 5.18.19