Chapter 28

“Sam?” I heard someone knocking on my bathroom door. 

I didn’t reply, pushing my wet hair back from my face with my good hand. 

“Samantha are you alright? You’ve been in there a while.” Dylan asked softly. 

“Yea, yea I’m good.” I replied, sniffling. “I’m fine.” 

“Can I come in?” Dylan asked. 

I closed my eyes, resting my head back against the shower wall. “Yea, yea I guess.” 

I heard the door open and Dylan slowly walked in. 

“What are you doing in here?” Dylan frowned, kneeling down outside of the shower. 

“Showering.” I replied. 

“Okay yea I got that much. Why are you crying?” 

“I can’t get up.” I said quietly, feeling my cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. 

“What do you mean?” Dylan asked softly, pulling back the curtain. 

“I mean my arm hurts really bad and I can’t push myself up.” I mumbled, wiping the water off of my face with my good hand. My right one was uselessly against my side, throbbing. 

I was wearing a bikini, considering I couldn’t get changed myself, and this was my first time showering since I got hurt, and I didn’t want to be completely naked if Dylan had to help me. 

Dylan sighed, reaching into the shower to turn off the water. 

“Come on, grab my hand.” Dylan said softly, holding out his hand for me. I reached up, grabbing his wrist. Dylan helped me to my feet and I winced at the pain it caused in my stomach. 

“You okay?” Dylan asked. 

I shook my head, trying to hold back the tears. “No.” I whispered, resting my forehead against his shoulder. 

Dylan kissed the top of his head while he wrapped a towel around my shoulders. 

“Maybe you should come back and stay in the house for a while...” He said as we walked back into the main part of my room. 

“No... No I’m fine in here.” I shook my head, sitting down on the edge of my bed. 

“Okay.” Dylan nodded, walking over to my dresser. He came back with a long sleeve white shirt from a Shades of Pink walk a few months ago and a pair of black athletic shorts. 

“No not something long sleeve. I need a tank top.” I shook my head. “And underwear.” 

“Right, right of course.” Dylan muttered, walking back to my dresser. He returned with an orange athletic tank top and a plain pair of black underwear. 

“This is awkward.” I muttered as he helped my dry off my legs. 

“Not if you make it awkward.” Dylan shrugged, gently coaxing me to stand up. 

I groaned uncomfortably as he pulled down the bikini bottoms. 

“Babe shut up.” Dylan laughed, pulling my underwear up my legs. “Are you coming to the game today?” He asked, looking up at me. 

“No.” 

“Well you have all day to change your mind. You should come... It’s an away game in Southfield. The bus is leaving at 4.” Dylan told me. 

“No.” I repeated, shaking my head. “No I don’t want to go.” 

Dylan sighed but didn’t say anything else on the topic as he untied the back of my bikini. 

“I need a bra.” I told him quietly as he went to put the tank top on. 

“Right, of course.” Dylan said, quickly getting one from my dresser. 

“See normally I’d be happy doing the opposite of this.” He teased, clipping the bra behind me. 

“Shut up.” I whispered, helping him pull the tank top on. 

“Alright you need your sling.” Dylan told me, grabbing it from my bed. 

“I don’t want it.” I whined. 

“You need it.” 

“Fine.” 

“Why are you being so bitter?” 

“Oh I don’t know Dylan, tell me, were you upset when you couldn’t play?” I said harshly, glaring at him. 

“Yea I was pretty pissed but I still went to the games and practices!” Dylan exclaimed. “And I didn’t have someone who I loved to help because oh yea! Don’t you remember when you didn’t show up for me when I was in the hospital and then broke up with me a day later?” 

“You know I had to do that I was moving!” 

“Not for another two months!” 

“Why are you bringing this up now it’s pointless!” 

“Because you’re being a brat about this!” 

I just sat down on the floor against the end of my bed, tears collecting in my eyes. 

“I’m sorry...” Dylan whispered. “I didn’t mean that.” 

“You obviously did or you wouldn’t have said it.” I replied, pulling my knees up to my chest. “Can you just leave? I want to be alone.” 

Dylan sighed, sitting down next to me. 

“I’m not leaving.” 

I turned away from him. 

“Samantha.” Dylan said. 

“Leave! Okay I don’t want you here! You obviously have a fucking game to prepare for so just get out of my room!” I yelled, resting my head on my shoulder as tears collected in my eyes. 

I heard Dylan get up and leave the room, slamming the door behind him. 

I closed my eyes, trying not to cry, because it hurt like hell to sob. 

Why did this have to happen to me?

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“Okay, get your lazy ass up.” Somebody said as the door to my room opened. 

I was still sitting on the floor, unable to get up. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I groaned, turning my head to see Annabelle and Jessica walking into my room. 

“Getting your ass up. We’re staying here until the academy starts again. So get up, get dressed, Jess do something with her hair.” Annabelle instructed, walking over to my dresser. “We’re going to the game.” 

“What time is it?” I asked, making no attempt to move. 

“It’s 5:30 right now. We’re leaving in an hour.” Jessica said, helping me up from the floor. 

“I don’t want to go.” I sighed, sitting down in the chair in front of my mirror. 

“Too bad, you’re going.” Annabelle said. 

Jessica plugged in my hair straightener and began to get a brush through my hair that hadn’t been brushed yet after my shower. 

“How long have you been home?” Jessica asked, starting to brush the bottom of my hair. 

“Since yesterday.” 

“I thought you got hurt like two weeks ago?” 

“Yea.” I nodded, pulling my legs up so that I was sitting cross legged on the chair. 

“Did your team win last week?” 

“Of course. Cobras don’t lose.” I said with a frown. 

Annabelle laughed. “Caleb keeps talking about you.” She said. 

“Caleb? Caleb as in that dick of a QB?” I grumbled. 

“He’s nice. Don’t go smashing someone you don’t know. And yea, he’s got like this obsession with you. It’s cute honestly.” Jessica said with a smile. 

I frowned. “He annoys me.” 

“Yea yea yea whatever.” Jessica rolled her eyes. 

It took her about 40 minutes to completely straighten my hair.

“Damn you need a haircut.” 

“Yes I know.” I replied bitterly. 

“Okay what do you want to wear?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Well I mean I’m sure some people would like that, but I don’t think it’s too appropriate...” Annabelle laughed. “I picked out some outfits, choose one.” 

“Doesn’t she have to wear her jersey?” 

“I’m not wearing my jersey.” 

“Yes you are.” Jessica said, grabbing it from a pile of clothes in the corner of my room. 

“I probably can’t even get it over my arm.” 

“Yes you can.” 

5 minutes later I was physically forced into my away jersey. This one was white. It wasn’t the one I’d been wearing when I got hurt. 

“Let’s just put her in some jeans. Isn’t that what football players wear when they’re not playing?” Annabelle said to Jessica. 

“Just get me some plain skinny jeans.” I groaned, really not wanting to go to the game. 

Annabelle picked out some shoes while Jessica helped me into my skinny jeans. 

“Do we have to go?” I groaned. 

“Yes we have to go.” Jessica gave me a look. “This is your team, Sam. Plus, Dylan called us and told us to make you happy again.” 

“Fuck Dylan.” I whispered. 

“That’s not the spirit we’re looking for.” Annabelle rolled her eyes, handing me some Sperry’s. I rolled my eyes as I stepped into the shoes. 

“When are we leaving?” I asked. 

“Now.” 

“How much secret service?” 

“Oh honey we’ve got a car.” Annabelle said happily. 

I froze. 

“No, no car, that’s too much attention.” I shook my head, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. 

“Too bad. It’s all your dad would allow.” Jessica said as we walked out of my room. 

“Miss. Samantha.” One of the secret service guys said. 

“Hi.” I said softly, getting into the car with Jessica and Annabelle. 

“I don’t want to do this.” I groaned, shaking my head. “This is going to turn out bad.” 

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“Wait what’s happening why is everybody cheering?!” Annabelle asked me as everybody around us jumped up and started screaming. 

“Andrew’s running the ball.” I said in a bored tone. 

Annabelle and Jessica looked at each other, then jumped up and started screaming with everybody else. 

“And it’s a touchdown for the West High Cobras! Andrew Lowellson takes it all the way to the end zone!” The announcer said happily. 

And everybody in the away stands went insane. Except for me of course. I had no interest in the game at all. 

“Wait does that mean they’re tied now?!” Jessica screamed at me, going along with the excitement in the crowd. 

“No. That’s only one touchdown for us. They’ve still got three. And Dylan still has to get the extra point.” I sighed, resting my head on my left hand and my elbow on my knee. 

“Oooh the ex boyfriend?” Jessica raised her eyebrows. 

I shot her a look, and she rolled her eyes with a laugh. 

“Cheer up, Sam. Cheer up.” Jessica laughed as she looked back to the field. 

Dylan was walking on now, bouncing on his feet as usual. 

I actually paid attention a little bit as he was about to take his kick. But I didn’t let the girls see, or they’d make a big deal about me being all excited. 

Dylan made the kick, as usual, and I sunk back down with a sigh. “I’m so not in the mood for this.” 

I completely zoned out while the other team had the ball, not paying attention one bit. 

The pain in my shoulder was starting to return, as was a headache at the base of my skull. The stands were awful, and I never ever wanted to be in them again during a football game. 

“Wait what just happened?!” Annabelle exclaimed as people started getting excited again. 

I let out a groan. “It was their fourth down and we tackled them before they got a first down.” 

“What does that mean?” Jessica tilted her head. 

“Holy shit, Jess. It means that we get the ball back now.” I replied, shaking my head. “Stop asking me questions I don’t want to talk about football.” 

“We’re at a football game, you have to talk about football.” Annabelle rolled her eyes. 

I ignored them, watching as Andrew caught the ball and started search for someone to pass too. 

“Watch your left...” I muttered, sitting up slightly. 

One of the Southfield players broke through his block, charging directly at Andrew. Andrew was taken out before he could get a pass off. 

I swore under my breath. “Dammit Jason.” I muttered. He was a sophomore that coach frequently pulled up to Varsity, and he was either absolutely amazing, solid as a rock, or he sucked. And today was obviously one of his off days. 

“Is that bad?” Jessica asked after Andrew got tackled. 

“Yes of course it’s fucking bad.” I muttered, my eyes scanning the field. “Where the hell is Matt?” I whispered. 

The ball was snapped again, with still 8 yards to go, and Andrew was left searching for a receiver. 

“Nate get open...” I whispered under my breath, squinting to see the players on the field. 

Someone broke through on the left side again, and Andrew was down quickly. 

“Watch the left side!” I yelled in frustration, feeling the anger boil up inside of me. 

People gave me weird looks as I stood up to my feet in anticipation, but I completely ignored them. 

“We lost yards. This can’t be happening.” I shook my head, watching as Andrew caught the ball. 

“Nate cut right!” I exclaimed, running my left hand through my hair. “Dammit Andrew look to Luke!” I screamed. 

Annabelle and Jessica awkwardly looked at me as I freaked out about this. “They’re playing shit. They’re absolute shit today!” 

“I think you need to calm down.” Annabelle laughed, nudging my side. 

“Oh hell no.” I muttered. “Excuse me.” I said as I climbed over some people to get to the stairs on the bleachers. 

“Wait! Sam where are you going?!” Jessica yelled after me. 

I ignored her as I ran down to the fence. 

“Oi coach!” I yelled, leaning against the fence. 

Coach looked around for the source of his name, interrupting his conversation with Dylan. 

“Coach!” I screamed again. 

His face lit up when he saw me, and he walked towards me with a smile. 

“They’re playing shit! What the hell are you doing! They need to watch the left side because you know that’s always the weakest side! You need to sub Jason out for Matt, get Matt in there so he can block properly. And switch Collin with Michael. Tell Andrew to release faster and tell him to pay attention to his left side because he’s getting slammed there!” I said loudly. “Dammit what are you doing with these guys?!”

Coach raised his eyebrows. 

“Get down here right now.” He told me. 

“I can’t climb a fucking fence are you insane?” I raised my eyebrows. 

“Let’s go.” Coach said, pointing to the gate in the fence. “Come on you’re coming down here.” 

I quickly ran down the steps and through the gate, stepping onto the turf. 

“Hey Matt! Get in there for Jason, and tell Collin to switch with Michael! Watch the left side!” Coach yelled at Matt. 

Matt gave Coach a thumbs up before running out onto the field. 

“Hey Sam!” Dylan said happily. 

“Fuck off.” I muttered to him, walking up to stand next to one of the assistant coaches. 

Andrew got tackled again and our offense came running off the field. 

“Andrew what the fuck!” I yelled, grabbing the front of his helmet with my left hand. “Get your shit together and watch your left side because it’s well into the third quarter and in case you haven’t noticed we’re two touchdowns behind and you keep getting tackled before you can get a single pass out! You need faster feet, pay attention to the left, and get the ball out there to Nate.” I said harshly, glaring right in his eyes. “Don’t make me go out there and do it for you because I sure as hell will not stand around and watch our team throw away a perfectly attainable win to Southfield.” I said harshly. 

Andrew just smiled. 

“Great to see you too, sis.” He smiled, patting the top of my head before walking off. 

I quickly walked over to Nate, grabbing his helmet as well. 

“Are you blind? Do your feet work? Because you’re not moving to get open at all and you’re leaving the rest of your team to scramble and get tackled before they get any yards.” I hissed. “Get your shit together! This whole fucking team needs to get their shit together!”

“So you finally decide to show up to a game?” Nate asked harshly. 

I glared at him. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I yelled. 

“First you move away and have Andrew pick up where you left off and then all of a sudden you’re back and we’re doing well and then you fucking leave us again and you can’t tell us what to do if you’re not there to do it too!” Nate yelled. 

“I was in the hospital! I’m sorry that I didn’t coordinate my schedule with you but last Friday was a bit of inconvenient time for me to come out to a game and you know full well that if I could, I’d be right out there on the field but you’re a captain Nate, and you need to start acting like it!” I yelled, shoving him back with just my left hand. It barely did any good, and it hurt like hell, but it got my point across. 

“Don’t fucking push me! I’m doing my best out there!” Nate yelled, stepping right in front of me. 

I shoved him again. “I’ll push you whenever I want!” I yelled. “And you’re definitely not doing your best because we’re failing out there!” 

“I’m not the QB! It’s not up to me to start the play! I can’t get the ball if Andrew doesn’t even get a chance to throw it! Dammit it you’re just like coach, playing fucking favorites with that boy!” Nate yelled, getting up in my face again. 

“I’m not playing favorites! I yelled at Andrew just the same, but you’ve been the one that’s here for me for the past three years whenever I need you to be open, and right now, you’re not giving Andrew the same kind of respect!” I yelled, grabbing the front of his jersey again. 

“Get your hands off of me!” Nate yelled, swatting my hand away. 

“He is your quarterback now! So you need to start respecting him because like it or not you’re probably never playing a game with me again!” I yelled, shoving his helmet. 

“I said get your hands off of me!” Nate yelled, shoving me back with both hands. 

I stumbled a bit before catching myself and charging right back at Nate with all of my force behind my left shoulder. 

“You bitch! Don’t fucking push me!” I screamed, grabbing his helmet with my good hand as I tried to get him down on the ground. 

“Get off!” Nate yelled, shoving my face away from him. 

“Hey hey hey!” Coach yelled, coming to the rescue along with two other coaches. 

“Looks like there’s tension on the Cobra’s sideline as injured quarterback Sam Carson takes it out on wide receiver Nate Hart.” The announcer said. 

Coach grabbed me by the waist, pulling me away from Nate. 

“Calm down! Calm down Sam!” Coach yelled at me. 

“No! Nate started it!” I yelled, trying to get past Coach to get back at Nate. 

“You’re going to hurt yourself! Take it easy or you can go right back up to the stands!” Coach said harshly. 

“Nate get your ass out there!” Coach yelled over his shoulder. 

Nate glared at me as he jogged out to join the rest of the offense on the field. 

“Go sit on the bench.” Coach told me, glaring at me. 

I huffed, walking over to the bench with a grimace on my face. My shoulder was throbbing as I took a seat, leaning forwards with my eyes closed. 

“Bill take a look at Sam.” I heard Coach instruct. 

Bill walked over to me. 

“You alright?” 

“No I’m not.” I whispered, every breath hurting my shoulder. 

“What hurts?” 

“What do you think hurts.” I hissed, glaring at him. 

“Alright alright, no need for your sass right now.” Bill sighed. 

I felt myself growing light headed as I put my head down. 

“Can you tell me what’s the matter? Tackling Nate like that wasn’t a good idea.” Bill said seriously. 

“Yea obviously I’ve realized that but he was bing a bitch.” I muttered. 

“Well is it your shoulder that hurts?” Bill raised his eyebrows. 

“No it’s my finger. Of course it’s my fucking shoulder.” I hissed. 

“Don’t swear, Samantha.” Bill said, frowning. 

“I’m fine, just leave me alone, please. This team is failing at this game and I don’t have time for this.” I said, shaking my head at him. 

I saw Andrew walking over to coach to get the next play, and I quickly ran over to him. 

“Run it.” I told him, standing next to Coach. 

“Sam sit down.” Coach said harshly. 

“No. Nate’s head isn’t in the game, he’s not reliable. You need to take the game into your own hands and run it up.” I told him, ignoring Coach. 

Coach sighed. “I actually agree with her.” 

I smiled. “I’m going back to the stands. Take my advice.”

By the time I got back to the stands, Andrew had scored a touch down. 

“Whatever you told them, it worked.” Annabelle laughed. 

“My arm hurts like shit because Nate’s an ass hole.” I mumbled, sitting down in my seat. 

“You alright?” Jessica asked. 

“They just need to win this game.” I shook my head, rubbing my shoulder. “Or else Coach is going to shit himself.” 

“Why did you tackle him?” Annabelle asked. 

“Because he was being a butt.” I said simply. “And he said that- HOLY SHIT RUN!” I screamed, jumping out of my seat as the ball was intercepted by one of our defense guys. 

“What?! What’s happening?!” Annabelle exclaimed. 

“Just scream and cheer!” I yelled, grabbing Jessica’s arm with excitement. 

We scored a touch down, causing the entire body of the away stands to go absolutely insane with joy. 

“Two point conversion, they have to go for a two point conversion!” I exclaimed, glancing at the clock. “There’s barely any time left they can’t risk it!” 

I saw Andrew running up to Coach, telling him exactly what I was thinking. 

Andrew ran back onto the field, and I took a deep breath. 

“This is really really important because we either get two points or we get none. And Nate needs to get his ass focused and get open because no one else can do this besides him.” I explained to the girls. 

I held my breath as Andrew threw the ball to Nate who was running into the end zone. 

Nate jumped up into the air, his arms reaching for the ball. 

His hands securely grabbed the ball, his feet landing in the end zone as the crowd went up in cheers. 

“WE WON! WE JUST WON!” I yelled with excitement. 

I saw Dylan pull off his helmet, scanning the stands. 

His eyes rested on me and a small smile formed on his face. 

I smiled as he ran towards the stands, a grin on his face. 

“Baby we won!” Dylan cheered, climbing up the steps to reach us. 

“Congrats.” I smiled, my heart racing as he wrapped his hands around my waist. “You’re all sweaty.” 

“I just played an exciting game, of course I’m sweaty.” Dylan laughed. I smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. 

“You coming out with us tonight?” Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows. 

“Not tonight I don’t think... I kind of just want to go home... Eat some ice cream... Watch some movies...” I shook my head. 

“No. No you and your friends are coming out with the team tonight.” Dylan said seriously. “Understand?” 

“But I-” 

“No buts.” Dylan shook his head. “Unless it’s your cute one.” He winked. 

“What’s up with you right now?” I raised my eyebrows. 

Dylan leaned towards me, his lips right next to my ear. “You look really hot and I’m really horny and I kind of want to get you really drunk.” 

I smiled, placing a kiss to the soft spot underneath his ear. 

“No drinking, but lots of sex.” I said with a smile, kissing his cheek softly. 

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