The Final Touchdown

8th Touchdown

I continued to look at them both in confusion.

And then Irealizationn hit me like a truck.

I realised they were talking about yesterdays events at lunch time.

They were completely oblivious to the situation.

They thought that Parker was being just being nice to me. They didn't realise what had really gone on between Parker and my boobs.

No one seemed to realise what had really happened.

I giggled at the thought of Parker being mesmerised by my chest and his confusion and anger once he realised that he wasn't captain anymore. 

I realised I giggled louder then I thought I did and my brothers looked at me in confusion and I quickly cleared my throat, stopping myself from laughing and putting on a serious facial expression.

"Oh, um, yes. He was definitely being nice," I state nodding in agreement, even though it was pure bullshit.

They continued to look at me slightly confused at my giggling. I assume that they really had no idea that he wasn't being nice at all. They shook their heads at me actions, but eventually brushed it off and turning back to face the front in silence.

We finally arrived at school and parked in a parking spot close to the football oval so that we would be able to make a quick exit after practise.

I was actually quite excited to go to school today. Yesterdays events intrigued me and I was excited to see what captain would be like. And I wondered if the news of me becoming captaincy has spread yet.

I yank the door open in excitement and hopped out of the van and slamming the door behind me and I started to make my way towards the entrance of the school.

As per usual, people were outside of the front of the school in their little groups, whispering and chatting away about fuck all.

Suddenly, I was tackled from the right side, landing on my left shoulder on the

Cold,

Hard,

CONCRETE.

"What the fuck?" I groan, pain shooting through the left side of my body, trying to shift the person from my body to ease the shooting pain through my left side.

"Oh my god, Kylah. You're a captain! Well, obviously I already knew that. But dude the news is going around the whole school. Like, everyone is going crazy!" A voice, who I could now tell was Aubrey, yelled from on top of my body, hugging me tightly with her face looking down at me with a bright smile on her face.

I wasn't surprised.

Just like every other school, rumours go around quickly.

And since most of the school saw the incident in the cafeteria yesterday, I knew it wouldn't take long for the rest of the school would find out.

I gritted my teeth in irritation.

Not because everyone knew that I had taken the captaincy from Parker.

But that Aubrey was still on top of me and my left side was starting to get numb.

"Aubrey, can you please get the fuck off of me now? I can't feel my arm," I replied, trying to push myself up from the ground to ease the pain.

"Oh gosh right. Of course, sorry," Aubrey says, looking down at me, still with a fucking bright smile and pushing herself off of me and standing up before grabbing my hand and pulling myself up too.

I brush the dust off my clothes and grab my bag from off the ground.

Before I could ask her why the fuck she just tackled me instead of talking to me like a normal person, suddenly I feel my arm being tugged basically out of my shoulder.

"Jesus Aubrey, break my arm while you're at it," I yell at Aubrey, as she drags me into the school entrance with all her might, pushing through and past groups of students.

"You're so damn slow Ky. We got to get to class," She yells back as we enter the school and start to weave in and out of groups of students in the corridor.

"We don't even need to be in class yet. We have like 15 minutes Aubrey. And why the fuck are you pulling me. What is so important?" I asked her as she still fucking pulls me through these groups of kids.

People started to part like the red sea and they see us charging down the hall.

Jesus this kid is strong.

"I will tell you when we get to the class room," Aubrey yells back, still dragging me full speed down the very long corridor.

More pain shoots through my arm.

I swear to god, if I can't practise today I am going to be hella pissed.

"Aubrey seriously, you're hurting me. Stop!" I yell at her, trying to yank my arm back from her grip.

"Fine!" She yells back at me, letting my arm go.

As she let my arm go, she stopped.

But since I was going so fast I couldn't stop properly.

And we were right at the end of the corridor, were you rounded the corner to the other part of the corridor, towards more sets of lockers.

"Watch out!" Someone screams suddenly.

I suddenly see someone standing in front of me.

And before I could stop I ran straight into that person.

Oh yay.

"Shit!" I yell, as I run right into someone.

I close my eyes tight and brace myself to hit the ground.

We land on the floor with an 'oomph.'

The other person lands on the floor first and me on top of them, they're arms around my waist instinctively.

As we land, my forehead headbutt's something and I hear a painful groan from the person underneath me.

"God damn Kylah," A deep voice says from underneath me.

I open my eyes and look down to see no other then Parker underneath me with a bloody nose, glaring at me with an angry look on his face.

I cringe at the sight of the flooding blood coming from his nose all over the rest of his face and probably on to me too, since we were literally nose to nose length away from each other, facing eachother.

I smile awkwardly with an matching awkward chuckle, knowing that I probably just broke his nose with my big ass forehead.

"Oh crap," I say, not moving from my position.

If he disliked me before, he is definitely going to hate me now.

He groans in pain again before glaring at me even harder from under me.

"Yeah, oh crap," He says angrily, shifting from underneath me and I continue to smile and chuckle awkwardly.

Well, it is definitely going to be an interesting day.