Fallacy Error

8.

"See? I told you! You're not fucking fine!" Casey's tone was angry.

The nurse flinched slightly and left the room after Reed signed the papers.

The redhead sent a glare at Casey. "Watch your tone." He snarled. "I am fine. Just sitting out for a few weeks isn't the end of the world." He grabbed his crutch that was leaning on the counter and began to hop his way out the doors and to Casey's car.

"Reed!" Casey snapped as the hopping boy slammed his car door shut. Getting into the driver's side, he started the car but didn't go anywhere. Instead, he looked over at the furious redhead.

"It's like you wanted this to fucking happen," He glared.

"Okay? And what if I did want this to happen? I'm so fucking overwhelmed between practicing every day, games every other day, then all my classes? I can't keep up, Casey. And don't even get me started on my goddamned parents. I'm doing more then half the shit I am now just for them. But I don't get any appreciation, do I? Now take me home," His voice had quieted down by the time he finished his last sentence.

The dark-haired baseball player didn't say anything else. He didn't know what to say. Why wouldn't Reed tell him he was having a hard time? And certainly he wasn't helping at all... Giving a rough sigh, he began to drive back towards Reed's dorm.

It was about a half hour drive, and when Casey pulled into the parking lot, he kept the car running. Was he allowed to go in? Did Reed want him to go in, or no? It was clear the red head was having a hard time today, mentally and physically.

Reed grabbed his crutches from the back of the car after he opened his door and got out. He didn't say a thing to Casey. But he didn't go directly inside, either. He limped his way to the drivers side of the car and motioned for Casey to roll down his window. Once Casey did as he instructed, he moved closer and popped his head through the window.

Reed planted his lips to Casey's in a small kiss. No tongue, no rush, just a sweet kiss. He pulled back a couple moments later and could see how much Casey relaxed.

"I'll text you later," He murmured before heading to his dorm.

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Casey got back to his dorm room, and unfortunately, his room mate was there.

"Where have you been? Haven't seen you in a few days, man." Ian raised an eyebrow as he put another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Don't worry about it," Casey mumbled, sliding his hoodie off of himself.

Ian's eyes glanced at the movement, and he caught sight of quite a few hickeys on his roommates abs.

"Damn, bro!" His eyes went wide. "What bitch left all those on you?" He laughed loudly.

Casey flinched, panic flowing through him. He knows Ian didn't intentionally call Reed the bitch, he was referring to a girl, and Reed was far from that...

but it didn't stop him from wanting to punch his to perfect face.

"Don't worry about it," Casey mumbled once again.

"No, no, come on man! Tell me her name! I'll have to go hit her up myse-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Casey snapped, eyeing Ian.

"...Excuse me? Take a damn chill pill, man. I ain't do nothing," He grabbed his bowl of cereal and went to his own room, slamming the door shut.

Casey groaned under his breath and did the same. He plopped himself down onto his bed, phone next to him as he waited Reed to message him.

And that's when he began to dwell in his own thoughts.

That could have been our last kiss. He's gonna end it. If I could only control my goddamn anger. Oh shit- he kissed me in public. He kissed me in public. In front of the dorms. What if someone seen? Shit. Fuck... No, no... it's fine. No one seen us because no one was around it's fine.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone went off. However, it wasn't from Reed. It was from couch.

"Get to the field, now. Everyone."

Casey's mood worsened. He cursed under his breath as he got ready and headed towards the fields.

Once he arrived, his whole team was already there. And he looked pissed.

"I'm disappointed in all of you." Coach Curt began, staring at everyone. "I received some news earlier today, about a party that happened last night. And more then half if you boys were there. Drinking. Fucking around. We have goddamn games tomorrow, and instead of preparing for it, you guys want to think with your needle dicks!" He snapped.

All the players were tense, either looking at the ground or passed Coach Curt's head.

Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Now I understand some of you weren't there. Good. But you all are supposed to keep each other in check!" His voice began to raise again. "I'll be speaking with all of you privately. As I pull each one of you aside, everyone else will be doing stations." He began to walk towards the stations.

"If I hear any whinin', you'll be running 'till nightfall, understand me?" He snapped. Coach seemed satisfied enough with the nods and quick "yes'" he received.

"First one are Squat Thrusts, 60 seconds. Followed by missing arm hold, hold 30 seconds each side. 5 sets. No more then a 30 second break in-between sets. Second station-"

Casey couldn't listen to anymore of it. He zoomed out, simply following his coach around to each station as he explained. He stared at the ground in mock curiosity. He didn't know how much time went by until he was snapped back to reality.

"Partner up! Casey, you're first. follow me." Coach Curt didn't wait for a response and instead began walking to the dugout.

Casey followed him, quite nervous. What did he have to say to him?

"Sit down," Coach directed, gesturing towards the bench. "You go to that party?" He asked.

Casey shook his head. "No, I didn't."

"Good. A little shocking, but good... How do I know you're not lying, eh? Have any proof? If not, you're running suicides with the rest of the partiers."

Casey's heart jumped from his chest, and he panicked. "U-uh... I don't... My friend. I was with my friend last night, I swear. He got hurt during his soccer game and I helped him, and took him to the doctors this morning. I have our messages, if you'd like to see them?" He rambled on, trying to explain himself.

"Was it that Ryan kid? Rylee? What the hell is that kids name..."

"Reed," Casey corrected, and couldn't help the frown at the thought of his boyfriend. Was he still angry at him?

"Ah, yes. His coach and I talk sometimes. He was tellin me about how that kid carried the game last night," He said. "Said he was actin funny. Limping. What'd he do?"

"Sprained ankle. And a pulled hamstring. On crutches for a few weeks. I don't know if he told his coach yet though,"

"I see. Anyways, off topic. I believe you. But you gotta keep your team in check, Casey. How many of them are hungover, you think? Noah and Beckett are definitely hungover. That doesn't surprise me though. Those boys can't keep it in there pants," He muttered. "You're free to go. Tell Noah and Beckett to come here. Both of them."

Casey nodded and headed off to the field in a jog. "Beck, Noah. Coach wants to talk to you both." He began to do his station immediately.

Guess he didn't get a partner today.