salted wound |sameena|

sixteen.

the last snap of the game is made, a straight shot for the number thirteen. the running back runs in front of the quarterback pretending to take the ball, making a fake pocket with his arm. the sunnyvale devils start charging the running back as shadyside's wide receiver books it towards the end zone.

the announcer hops around his seat as he flips on the microphone, "OH OH, A FAKE PLAY!! SHADYSIDE'S QUARTERBACK STILL IN POSSESSION OF THE BALL."

the wide receiver hits the end zone as the ball falls over his shoulder and down into his arms, as the clock ticks the last second.

"SHADYSIDE WINS!" the announcer cheers, "AN AMAZING FAKE PLAY AWARDED BY OUR RECEIVER, ZEKE PARR!"

the crowd roars, rumbling around the stands stomping and cheering.

"HUGE WIN FOR SHADYSIDE WITCHES, BIG WIN! A MOMENT TO REMEMBER."

the locals start pouring out from the bleachers filling the field.

deena finds sam in the mess of people, grabbing her hand and running onto the field laughing.

sam smiles back and runs along side deena as they stop in the middle of the field, middle of everyone really.

sam looks at deena, "there's been a lot of questions about us," she says quietly playing with her fingers, like she's almost ashamed.

deena lifts sam's to her with her hands. "we'll clarify it for them." she says smiling of purr happiness to be in sam's presence.

deena crashes into sam's lips in the middle of everyone celebrating, the entire crowd subtly watches the two girls while still partying and patting players on the back for their performances.

deena pulls back and sam rests her hands on deena's wrists smiling, "you mean the world to me, i don't know what i'd do without you. thank you for letting me feel like this again." sam's lips curl up as her teeth show, an adorable smile. true adoration for deena. she knew she was in love with the once seeming moody, tempered brunette.

the crowd slowly begins leaving and walking out the black wired gates that keeps people off the property after hours.

deena walks out of the locker room doors that lead to the hallway in front of the gym, she's back in her clothes she wore to school.

she sees her absolutely perfect cheerleader walking towards her. "hey d, i'm going to get changed real quick. i'll meet you at your car." sam smiles as she walks into the doors that deena had just left from.

with her hands in her pockets, rustling around with her keys ; deena walks out to her car, opening the door.

sam removes her dress and slips back into her shirt and pulls out a pair of sweatpants she packed in her small bag for after cheer. she usually would try to make sure she did that, she didn't want to be uncomfortable.

sams hums a tune in the dead silent room when a locker door swings open a few sections over. this sound startles sam, making her quick to get her shoes on.

another door swings open and sam scoffs now fed up with the antics. "i swear if this is cheri and her blonde bitch," she yells, peering around the corner resting her bag on her one shoulder.

a closer door slams against the wall and back on the frame of the locker, closer to sam then before.

"i swear to god. if you don't come out now i will-"

"will what?" a tall boy creeps around the corner asking the eerie worded question in a deep voice.

sam freezes in her tracks, this was the worst person it could be. "please leave, i seriously don't want any trouble."

"oh sam.. sweet, simple sam. i saw you kissing up on that lesbo,"

"she has a fucking name." sam's glare deepens.

"oh sorry, deena depressed johnson?"

"don't, don't ever talk about her like that." sam grips her fist tightly together, like a rock.

zeke guides the backs of his fingers on sam's forehead laying her hair behind her ear. "come on sam, she'll never love you like i do." zeke pins his knee against her leg, keeping he against the wall.

"get the fuck away from me!" sam yells kicking his leg away. sam turns around to leave and he spins her around, sam turns pushing his down to the ground.

"ugh, sam! quit fighting." he grunts as he falls.

sam begins to move away again. zeke grabs her ankles, slamming her to the floor. sam busts her elbows off the hard, concrete tile floor.

zeke sits on top of her torso, sam still struggling to get up. "why can't you love me like i love you?" he asks softly.

sam whimpers trying to leave his grasp. "fuck you!" she yells.

zeke cocks his fist back, knocking sam quiet.

zeke slings sam over his shoulder.

her remaining unconscious.