Creed looked over at me, his eyes going wide when he saw who was talking to him, “Fuck you. I’m fine.”
I watched as he tried to sit up but groaned instead. His leg was still bent at a weird angle.
His coach rushed over to him, along with some of the medics we had on the field.
“Creed! Fuck! You shouldn’t have run that play! I didn’t give you the go-ahead,” his coach yelled at him, and I stood back, shocked.
Creed glared at his coach, “I’m fine. Just let me get up.”
The medics helped Creed get his bearings, and he stood with the help of two of his teammates.
“You can’t play, can you?” His coach said, and Creed nodded, “This is nothing. I can play. Just keep their guys off me, and I will be fine.”
Kresslee ran up to us, her face filled with worry, to see Creed barely standing in front of us.
“Creed! Are you okay?”
Creed didn’t look at her, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Kress. Go back to the cheerleaders.”
She looked up at me, and I only nodded as Creed hobbled back to his position. I knew there was no way he could finish this game. Something was wrong with his leg.
It had to have been broken or sprained. Either way, he shouldn’t be playing on it, but I had a feeling Creed was going to be a stubborn asshole about this whole thing.
Kresslee reached out, grazing my fingers with hers quickly before she ran back to her crew of friends.
I ran back to my position, keeping an eye on Creed. I could see him wince. But I could also see him shake off his pain.
He got into position, and then we played once more.
He threw the ball to his wide receiver, and I tackled the man to the ground once more.
He got a few yards further this time but hadn’t gotten too far.
I wouldn’t let them reach the end zone. I would do what I had to do so that it didn’t happen.
We got back into position once more, and Creed got the ball, but was tackled once more before he could throw it.
He stayed down this time.
I rushed over to him once more, knowing he was done for the rest of the game. I knew he was going to be pissed.
Creed was breathing hard on the field, and as I got closer to him, he saw me once more. “Fuck. Just get away from me.”
I lifted a brow, letting the medics get Creed off the field, Kresslee following close behind.
I hated this entire situation. As soon as this game was over, I was speaking to Creed. I wouldn’t allow him to hate me for no reason.
The play resumed, and we were back at it.
Then, after a close call, we switched sides. I got a drink, trying to keep my emotions under control. I knew Creed was hurt, and it bothered me that he hadn’t let me help him.
I loved his sister, wanting the best for her, even if the best for her wasn’t me. I was brave enough to admit that I would rather have her choose him than me. She needed her brother, and I would let her decide after this game.
I put my focus back on the game, trying to keep my eye on the field and not on whether Kresslee had come back out to cheer once more.
Beau was throwing the ball down the field to Cade, and I could see him catch it, then dodging the tackle someone threw at him.
He took off down the field, dodging each man that came at him, before he ran over the endzone, getting our first touchdown.
