(So Jameson and Victoria have been together for a year now. She's stubborn but he's playful, changing each other in all the best ways and embracing other parts. Victoria plays soccer, Jameson is a literal genius as we know — Hence 'You know how to ball, I know Aristotle'. They are both 17)

Jameson and his brothers watch me from the stands, cheering me on. But this team is aggressive and I doubt we'll beat them. My team sort of just gave up when they realized how fierce our opposition was, but not me. 

I raise my hands into a T position to call for a timeout which the referee allows. The girls and I all huddle around, me being their captain.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys!" I say furiously. "It drowning with rain and they're gonna beat us regardless." One of my team mates says.

"If I lose you're all fucking dead. Okay? This is a national game! It's broadcasted live! If you ruin my scholarship i'll actually kill you." I boom. They sheepishly nod, "They're recording this conversation." Someone reminds me. "Well let's hope your parents aren't watching to see you being pussy's and confessing to giving up." I say forcefully.

"Am I clear?" I ask, everyone nods, "Let's get back out there then."

"Let's go!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My team and the stands of audience all cheers and screams in response, showing me they've got their heads back in the game.

The whistle blows and there's a very clear change in the way my girls are playing. I score two goals and catch us up to the other team. With 4 minutes remaining we do all we can to get a winning goal.

I can hear my family and friends cheering from the stands. I make eye contact with the girl on the opposite team in possession of the ball, I manage to take control of the ball and dribble it quickly in the direction of their goal.

That's when the furious girl I got the ball from runs for me, then she forcefully grabs the back of my jersey until I'm pulled back and strangled by it. She throws me to the side, attempting to get me out the way in a very illegal move. 

It makes me collapse and my ankle to roll completely over itself until the crunch of the bone echoes. When I'm on the floor she aggressively kicks my stomach, making me feel like throwing up. 

I hunch over, ready to throw up everywhere. Her studded boot re collides with my gut at least four more times before the whistle blows and 3 girls from my team detain her and pull her off me. 

I clutch my stomach, my eyes squeezed closed as I wait for it to come up. I can hear every single person groan with disgust when I spew all over the pitch.

Pained and exhausted, I flop back down onto my back and lay there with my hands in my hair. 

Two medics run across the pitch to me. My coach as well joins me to see if I can go on. The cameras all huddle around to get different angles. My team all huddle around to see if I'll be able to play or not.

I see Jameson jump the fence and run towards me. "Hey off the pitch kid!" The referee booms at him. 

"I'm the team's official water boy." He lies, the referee lets him go despite the shitty excuse and he makes it over to my side.

"You're an awful liar." I manage to grit out despite the excruciating pain. "Waste your dying breaths saying something useful, Jackass." He teases as he ruffles my soaking wet hair around.

"You're a dick." I growl with an inevitable smirk.

"Oh to be young and in love." One of my teammates teases.

Jameson takes my hand for me to squeeze him. "Tell us if this hurts." The medic says, pressing his blue plastic gloves gently onto my ankle bone.

I feel like screaming out in the pain that caused. "No." I lie despite the tears in my eyes that I'm only allowing one person to see, Jameson watches me with sadness.

"And this?" They press even harder. I think I may have cut off circulation in Jamie's hand with how hard I'm gripping onto him, though he doesn't show it as he remains calm. He brushes the wet hair off my cheek and smiles down at me sympathetically.

"No." I lie, my voice ten octaves higher than normal.

"It's swelling pretty bad, you're gonna need an x-ray but we're pretty sure it's broken, you can see the bone completely snapped around here." The guy points to a very obvious bump in my foot.

"No that's just the shape of my ankle. I can assure you there's nothing wrong with my foot." I deny. Jameson glances down at me with worry as I start to sit up despite the ache in my stomach. Instinctively, my boyfriend wraps an arm around my back and lets me put my weight on him as I push myself to my feet.

"Then why were you on the floor?" The medic asks suspiciously.

"Just my stomach that was sore. Once I threw up I was fine." I say, putting my body weight on my good leg.

They all nod and disperse, except the team's designated water boy who is practically holding my weight as he turns me to face him, brushing my hair back.

"You can't play on that Tori." He tells me insistently. "It's just five minutes. I'll be fine. It's my final game before the league can sign me, if I give up they won't sign me" I grit out.

"And if you completely destroy your ankle they can't sign you because you'll be out all season." He fires back, cupping my cheek with one hand and holding me with the other.

"Please Jamie. I need this." I plead. He looks between my eyes carefully and nods in agreement, knowing he can't change my mind.

"Love you." I whisper. "You too." He frowns, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose and jogging back off the pitch.

As I wait for the girl who did this to be taken off the pitch I try putting weight on it and hiss in pain. "You good?" My teammate nearest to me asks. I glance over to the cameras doing closeups of me and nod.

The game is a national game so it would be broadcasted either way, but since I'm playing it's even more popular. Most years it's just broadcasted to some shitty underground sports channel for everyones Grandma's to watch at home but this year I've gained a lot of attraction so it's being shown on a much bigger channel and lots more people are watching.

The reason I'm so popular is because of the USA Woman's team. They had scouts find me and publicly announced the 5 girls they were considering for the scholarship spot next year. The public were looking out for us all and found out I was dating Jameson and took a liking for me. But Jamie always insists he isn't the reason I'm as famous as I am now, he always says the world just finally realized my talent.

This is our last game before the summer, after the summer they'll tell us who they've selected, so this is basically my last chance to show them I'm the right choice.

The whistle blows and the ball ends up in my possession within two passes, I struggle to dribble but push myself despite the paralysing injury rippling all over my body in jolts of excruciation.   

2 minutes left. The countdown is on as I force myself to run. I pass to a teammate and give myself a second to wipe the tears on my cheeks from the pain.

I keep running towards the goal and see for the moment I didn't have the ball it has somehow made its way to the opposite side of the field.

I do my best to race all the way over in a couple seconds. I stop someone from scoring and dribble it as much as I can, I'm cornered, nobody in my team is at this side of the pitch. 

I do the only option I can see and kick the ball as hard as I can with what is unfortunately my broken ankle, managing to use enough power to get the ball to the whole opposite side of the field where my teammate then scores, all the stands and my team erupting with screams as the final whistle blows and we've officially won.

But the second the pain of that last kick hits me, I find my eyes blurring over. 

"Hey number 13 you okay?" Someone in the other team's voice echoes through my ears.

And then I drop. I just collapse to the ground in pain, being circled by cameras, medics and all the teams. Now that the game is over the audience swarms the pitch, causing a riot around my unconscious body, Jameson and the rest of my family and friends all struggling to push to the front.

Jameson makes it to me before any paramedic, rolling my unmoving body around.

"Water!" He yells over the bustling crowds. Someone in the other team tosses him their water which he then proceeds to pour all over my head sharply, in contrast to the rain, this water is iced making it freezing.

I squeal and wake up with anguish. "You're okay." He hushes, stroking my forehead. "You won't be in a minute asshole." I growl furiously.

"See there's nothing wrong with you." He teases, pulling my head into his lap as the medics now examine my ankle once again.

They take my boot off as Jameson holds me, taking my hand yet again for me to squeeze when it hurts. My foot is completely bruised, swollen and there is very clearly a bone splitting out up against my skin.

"Looks like two breakages, a slight sprain. We'll get you some ice and wait for an ambulance." They say with anger, clearly not happy with me for lying.

"Check her stomach." Jameson insists. "We'll do that inside." They dictate.

Jameson asks me how it's easiest to get there and we decide on a piggyback. He carries my shoe and sock back as I hold on with my arms draped over his shoulders.

"How'd I play?" I ask him as we go. "It was incredible." He assures me. The cameras make sure to catch every last glimpse of me as I'm escorted off the pitch and back into the school but they're not permitted off the pitch so they settle for extreme closeups until we're inside and they can't see us anyone.

My 2 older brothers follow inside along with all of Jameson's brothers and Avery Grambs, my best friend.

In the schools nurses office Jameson places me on the high medical bed, pushing himself up to sit beside me. I lean back into his chest, one of his hands is wrapped around my whole body and the other is rested on my head.

"Okay everyone wait outside. You too lover boy." My coach orders firmly, glaring at Jameson.

"I need my water boy." I frown pleadingly. She rolls her eyes, likely very sick of Jameson andI's bullshit, allowing him to stay before we start one of our rants.

"Remove your jersey." The medic says, setting up their stuff.

"Jamie's the only one allowed to see my tits I'm afraid." I joke, Jameson places a hushing finger over my lips and takes my jersey off for me to make sure I don't injure myself further.

"Shorts too." They order. Jameson lifts me up by under the arms allowing me a way to slide the shorts off. 

"Jesus christ." Jameson yelps when he sees my stomach. "Fuck, what?" I squeal in fear.

"Could you try not scare her? It's not that bad." My coach interrupts. "I can't lie to her. That looks fucking disgusting Tori." He gags.

"Hawthorne!" My coach yells.

I look down at my stomach and almost throw up. Purple and blue bruises cover my lower stomach completely, starting right under my breasts and going down to my pelvis. 

"Fucking hell." I groan with pure disgust.

"Looks like it could be a fractured rib or two. We'll test your breathing to find out." 

So they do, they check lots of things then leave the room to talk to the ambulance paramedics to discuss exactly what happened and what they think the issue is.

Jameson takes this as a chance to hug me and rub my back as I cry in pain. My coach watching us carefully, "I need to go call my ex husband." She decides.

I look up to Jameson, sharing a laugh the second the door is shut.

"What if they don't accept me because of the injuries." I sigh in stress. 

"You have a whole summer to recover. That's 104 days. I'm more worried about that little bastard getting arrested." He says with rage. "Arrested?" I laugh, groaning when I feel a jolt of pain in my stomach.

"Yeah arrested. Two broken bones in your foot, a sprain, fractured ribs? That's up to two years at least for aggravated assault." He explains.

"But that's someone's life. I've been the cause of a couple sprained ankles, I wouldn't want my future ruined because of a mistake." I frown sadly. 

"It was hardly a mistake. But if that's how you feel we can talk to a lawyer about it and see if we can get community service or something instead." He settles.

"No. I'll say it was an accident and that'll be the end of it okay. No community service. No prison." I refuse. He sighs and opens his mouth to argue but I place a hushing finger over his lips just as he did a moment before to me.

He smirks against my lips. "Is your head damaged or anything?" He asks cheekily against my finger.

"No.." I raise a brow curiously. "Was hoping you'd say that." He growls playfully, leaning forward and kissing me. 

In all fairness to him, I'm the one who deepens the kiss, pulling him my the top of his trousers into me. His hands staying in my wet tangled hair as we make out. 

"Excuse me Victoria Hathaway and Jameson Hawthorne?" My coach interrupts knowingly.

I pull back from my boyfriend with a mischievous grin, his hair messy and lipgloss smeared across his lips. 

The two people from the ambulance stand behind her and I slowly slide off the table onto my good foot, using Jameson as a crutch to walk out. Jamie quickly slips my shorts back on as we're leaving. 

Crowds have formed around the ambulance, all recording me and cheering.

"You go to the party." I tell Jameson. "Are you kidding? Why would I go to a party?" He hisses, helping me into the ambulance.

"I don't want you there with me." I frown. "Why not?" He says sadly. "It's embarrassing." I say with a blush. "Embarrassing that that girl beat you to the ground?" He scoffs.

"Please just go to the party, I'll meet you there after." I beg, he nods, kissing my cheek and stepping back so my two brothers can get in the ambulance instead.

I get to the hospital, they run x-rays and pretty much confirm exactly what the medics told me. Two breaks in the ankle. They tell me all I can do is ice my ribs and they'll heal on their own. They gave me a boot for my ankle, telling me all I can do is rest, ice and do physical therapy. It's around midnight when they let us leave.

Immediately I tell my brothers to take me to the party, to which they say no. I argue and eventually get my way, going home to change into my tight red dress and do my hair and makeup before being dropped right by the door. 

I limp my way towards the bustling house, the second the door opens my teammates lay their eyes on me and race towards me, jumping on my back and screaming. Everyone else cheers, causing Jameson's curiosity to get the better.

The second he sees me he runs my way and I run his, meeting perfectly in the middle so he can pick me off the ground.

"Why are you here? You should be in hospital." He demands. "It's fine, they said there isn't much they can do for the ribs and I got a boot so I'm basically fine." I shrug dismissively.

He squeezes me extra tight which causes a jolt of pain to ripple through my body, though I'd never tell him seeing how excited he is that I made it. 

"You look incredible." He places a soft kiss on my neck. "You're not so bad yourself." I wink playfully. He squeezes my hips until I squeal and squirm out his arms as he always does.

"We were just about to play truth or dare." My teammate tells me, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and taking me into the huge group circle.

"Yeah okay." I agree, Jameson being grabbed by his friends to sit at the opposite side to me.

Truths and dares are passed around, my attention only peaking when it's Jameson's turn.

"Jameson, truth or dare?" 

"Dare." He immediately states as if it's a fact rather than a choice. God that mans whole life is just a dare at this point, if the dare was to be as reckless and stupid as possible.

"Seven minutes in heaven with the soccer star." Someone suggests with a teasing grin.

He smirks and walks in my direction, scooping me up off the floor and carrying me over his shoulder into the bedroom, everyone cheering and whooping.

"You wanna?" He offers, plopping me down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah." I nod with s grin. "I don't wanna hurt you." He says with worry. "I'm fine." I shrug off.

Instead of arguing with me, he seems to come up with his own plan, sliding my underwear down and kneeling before the edge of the bed.

"How about that?" He asks me as a way of asking for consent. "Scouts honor." I wink playfully. "Scouts honor, Ma'am." He agrees, showingoff his three fingers and sliding it under my skirt. He places one hand on my hip and using the other to stroke my thighs.

His gentle touch tracing anywhere except where I want it to right now. He finally slides his fingers inside of me and I let out a sharp gasp when he does.

Jameson hushes me and starts to pick up the pace, "That good?" He asks warmly. "Mmm.. mhm.. fuck! Yeah keep doing it!" I yelp, relaxing into his hand and even grinding against it subconsciously.

"Lie down." He groans, using the hand on my hind to slip one of my breasts out, massaging it as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. 

"Holy shit Jamie." I whimper like a puppy, laying back onto the bed like instructed.

Jameson spreads my legs even wider and— jesus fucking christ. He just found my clit. I moan out with pleasure when he does that magical thing he always seems to do inside of me.

"Tori you gotta keep quiet." He whispers, kissing my thighs comfortingly. 

So I try my best to stifle my sighs. But with his fingers rubbing my clit and the other massaging my nipples, it proves difficult.

He starts making out with a certain spot on my thigh, leaving hickeys all around my thighs up and down. Then he slides his wet fingers out of me and replaces them with his tongue, eating me out on this bed.

His tongue moving in a majestic symphony, seeming to know exactly where to hit to make me cry out a moan.

"Fuck.. i think- I'm almost.. fuck!" I feel my climax building and finally just scream out with pleasure and coming all over his devilish smirk.

"Jesus Tori." He groans, pushing himself onto the bed and sliding over my body until he's hovering above me, making out with me. I can taste the warm liquid that just poured out of me on his lips and tongue.

He trails down my neck, leaving hickeys and gently growling against my skin.

When we finally compose ourselves enough to head back out, my collarbones, neck and thighs are covered in hickeys and Jameson is wearing the most proud and mischievous smirk.

Everyone cheers. "That was a little over 7 minutes you guys." Some guy whoops. "Jameson went full vampire on that poor girl." Some girl on my team jokes.

Jameson doesn't even respond, just sitting back down. When I make a move to head for where I was sitting before he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me back to sit on his lap, gently drawing stars on my knees as we sit in the peaceful silence of each others company, listening briefly to the dares being thrown but not paying attention as we hibernate close.

With our fingers entwined and our cheeks pink in the brink of a wrinkle in time we're inseparable.

"Love you." He coos in my ear, gently rubbing my bruised stomach without even thinking twice about comforting me like that. 

"Love you too." I nod, nuzzling my face closer to his neck. "You already know babe." He whispers with a smirk.