@croccin-champagne
A found herself crossing her fingers, something she hadn't done since she was a kid. "Come on, you got this." She whispered, knowing Reese couldn't hear her.
A found herself crossing her fingers, something she hadn't done since she was a kid. "Come on, you got this." She whispered, knowing Reese couldn't hear her.
Reese exhaled slowly and tapped the ball out in front of her. Drive. It happened quickly. So quickly that if you hadn't been paying attention, you probably would've missed it. Yet at the same time, it was in slow motion. Tamika reached out her stick. Reese readied her backswing. Tamika hooked the stick on Reese's ankle. Reese swung, but her foot was pulled out from underneath her. Reese didn't finish her swing – she hit the astroturf and gasped, the wind momentarily knocked out of her.
A swore, racing across the field to Reese. "You alright?"
Reese nodded, but she'd landed heavily on her shoulder and it hurt.
"Here, let me help you up so I can beat the shit out of your pathetic excuse for a captain." She held out her hand.
"Don't," she moaned quietly, taking A's hand.
Tamika had stood up in the meantime.
A pulled her up and made sure she had her footing before turning a shockingly cold look look on Tamika. "So this is how you run your team? With anger and abuse?"
"A, don't," Reese repeated, rubbing her shoulder.
"A? A is your name?" Tamika asked. "Couldn't get past the first letter?"
"It's less of a mouthful for people like you t' try an' pronounce. Y'know, dumb asshole jocks?"
Tamika narrowed her eyes spitefully. "You go picking fights often?"
"A…" Reese begged.
"When I know it's worth it, yeah. You go around bein' a bitch often?" A smile made it's way onto her face, the same one she had leveled at the girl earlier.
Tamika scowled. "Only when people piss me off. And you seem to be doing a very good job of that."
"Thanks, it's a talent of mine." And then she turned her back to Tamika, focusing on Reese. "D'ya think you dislocated it, or just need t' ice it?" Referring to the injured shoulder.
Reese shook her head. "I don't kn- A!" Reese used her forearm to block Tamika from lunging at A.
She laughed. "God, you really are predictable. Reese, you can let her go."
Tamika glared at Reese, then A. "You'll both regret this," she sneered.
"I've regretted plenty of things in life." A turned around, an amused smile on her face. "Kicking your ass won't be one." She gently wrapped her arm around Reese's shoulders, careful not to hurt the injured one, and steered her away, towards where her bag was. "Adios, fucker. Till we meet again."
Reese leaned against A, her whole upper body tired. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don' be, sweetheart. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's bullies." She managed to support Reese and use her foot to toss her bag up, catching it, and doing the same with her jacket. "You live near campus, or should I take you to my dorm?"
"I have a dorm," she managed. "I have to put the hockey balls back."
"I'll call someone to do it, if Tamika doesn't. Where's your dorm?"
"Tamika won't," she groaned. "I can do it."
"Nope." She spotted a bench, and walked Reese to it, making her sit down. "I'll do it myself. Watch my stuff." She turned, jogging back towards the field.
"I hurt my shoulder, not my legs," she muttered.
A packed up the equipment, putting it back in the shed, humming to herself.
The following keyboard controls are supported across Notebook.ai. All keyboard controls are disabled when editing a document or notebook page.