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Ch. 3

Ch. 3

The week flies by and the next thing I know, it's Friday meaning the first football game was today. After school ends, the dance girls and I grab some Jimmy Johns and get ready at my house. When we are done we drive to school around 5:30. When we get to the school we stretch and go over our half time routine. Around 6:30, we join the cheerleaders, marching band, and football players to the stadium. 

Once we get to the stadium, we line up to perform the same fight song again. I see my boyfriend, and he winks at me. When I'm in dance and he's in football, we keep it lowkey and professional, so we don't really get to talk to each other while they warm up. The game was beach themed. I saw my friends wearing bathing suits and shorts on top of them walking to the front of the bleachers. I wave at them, and they wave back. While I was waving at my friends, I saw Lucas and Emanuel and a few other guys walk to the bleachers wearing their swimming trunks. He smiles at me, and I smile back. We have definitely been making progress in chemistry class but just small talk. 

The first half we are leading 21-14, and it is time for us to perform our routine to a mash up song. No matter how many times I perform on the turf, I am always so anxious to perform, but I love the adrenaline. Walking off the football field as the football players return from halftime, I feel someone grab my ass saying "nice ass." I turn around as fast as I could and saw it was the quarterback #28 on the other team.

"What the hell is your problem," I yell at the football player trying to sound as intimidating as I could since I was only 5'2, and this guy was like a whole foot taller than me.

Just as the other guy was about to answer Jordan comes up getting all up in his face.

"Don't you ever touch her like that again," Jordan yells at him, shoving him back.

The other guy shoves him back too but before anything gets out of hand Jordan's friend who's also on the football team, Alec, stops the fight to be.

"This isn't over," #28 says as he walks off to the rest of his team.

Jordan walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay and I tell him I'm fine. I tell him good luck as he walks to get ready to play again.

"Girl what was that all about?" A girl from the dance team, Ruth, asks me as I make my way to the sidelines.

"Some random guy grabbed my ass, but it was handled," I shrugged since it was definitely inappropriate and made me feel less than, but at the same time it was whatever and I knew I would get over it.

The game continues and it's all fun and games in the third quarter, but during the fourth quarter someone gets hurt, and the players take a knee.

"Now it's over," I hear player #28 say in the distance, and instantly I realize it was Jordan!

"Number 11, linebacker Jordan Walker, seems to be injured from the head first illegal tackle performed by player #28 Griffin Whale which caused his team a 15 yard penalty, " the announcer says as the coach and physical therapist run out to the field to assist him.

The team players give them space to let them take care of Jordan, but from what I could see from where I was standing, Jordan was unresponsive. Soon the ambulance comes, and he is rushed to the hospital. I started crying because I felt so helpless, and I needed him to be okay. I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. I wish I could have gone to the hospital with him, but my strict ass coach wouldn't let me leave. As always, the show must go on. The game continues, and thankfully we win the game, but winning was the least of my concerns. Right when the game ends, I rush to my things and practically run to my car. On my way out, I see the asshole who put Jordan in the hospital, walking to the away bus with his football friends, and I tap his shoulder and he turns around.

"This is for grabbing my ass, you perv," I say to him as I slap him as hard as I could.

"And this is for Jordan." I say to him as I'm about to slap him again but he catches my hand.

"If you think what I did to Jordan is bad, imagine what I could do to you who's half his size, sweetheart," Griffin smirks and laughs with his friends as he pushes my hand back, shoving me roughly.

"Quit being an ass and go home," Lucas says trying to defend me.

"Yea and what are you gonna to do about it Mr. Harry Styles?" Griffin says, clearly making fun of his accent which is Australian and not British but anyway. 

"I'm not fighting you. You're not worth it," Lucas says as he puts his hand on my shoulder and directs me to walk away.

"Thank you, but I could handle myself," I tell Lucas.

I was feeling really sick of being defenseless today first with Griffin grabbing my ass and second for him shoving me. I was over it. I, of course, was thankful for Lucas, but I would like to defend myself for once.

"Yea I know you could have but I know you were already having a bad night, so I thought I'd jump in," Lucas says as he walks me to my car.

"You're right. Tonight was horrible, and to top it off, I have to see if Jordan is okay in the hospital. I really hope he's okay," I say, beginning to rub my temples since my head was starting to hurt.

"I'm sure he will be fine. I'm actually heading there right now, so I'll see you there," Lucas says as he walks to his car.

I get in my car and drive off to the hospital. I entered the front doors and asked where Jordan Walker was, and the front person said he was in room 334, so I headed to the third floor. I get to the third floor and see that Lucas has already beaten me there.

 
"Where is he? How is he?" I asked Lucas with wide eyes.

"He's okay, but don't panic," Lucas tells me as he motions me to sit down.

"Saying don't panic is making me panic even more. I know you want to comfort me, but just spit it out," I snap at Lucas not trying to be mean, but I was under a lot of stress and the last thing I wanted to do was sit the hell down.

"Okay. I know. I'm sorry. The doctor said that Jordan has a concussion and his concussion caused him to have retrograde amnesia meaning he doesn't remember major events from the past, but the doctor says they are going to run some more tests. She also said there's always a chance of him gaining his memory back since it might be too soon to know for sure," Lucas explains.

I try to take in all that information, but I just can't process it. Will Jordan ever be the same again? Does he even remember me? Remember us? All this because some pathetic football player couldn't keep his hands off me. This was my fault I thought to myself.

"I wanna see him," I tell Lucas, trying to get myself together.

"You can't. Only family can," Lucas says as he takes a seat and looks at his phone.

"How do you know all this information?" I ask Lucas.

"His mom told me. She's in there with him right now. You should probably go home and get some rest. That's what I told our friends since he was stable and sleeping," Lucas tells me as he gets up himself.

"You're right. I'm just relieved he's okay besides having amnesia. I'll come back tomorrow and text his mom to keep updated," I say as I get up as well.

"Thank you, Lucas. I mean it," I say as I can't help but to hug him.

"It's the least I could do," he says as he hugs me back.

"I'll see you around then," I say as I walk to my car.