Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Your Knight And Shining Armor

If I didn't remember what happened at the party, I did now. Monday rolled around, and I found myself at the center of everyone's attention. They called me Sambucca girl and not Bo because they knew me by the alcohol I drank and not my actual name. Chrissy sent me countless videos that she found on social media of me dancing on the tabletops at the frat house.

My best friend didn't text me much over the weekend. She sent me the videos of what she found and barely responded to any of my texts. She has always been an absent friend. After what happened at the party, she and Luke distance themselves from me. I always wondered if that is what separated us. We used to be so close, but she has been distant ever since I was raped and my mom died.

Kinnick and Miles have been the only present people in my life recently. It made me wonder if my mom would appreciate them as much as I did. She allowed Chrissy and Luke to come over, but her attitude toward them wasn't as accepting. Momma never told me why, and I never asked.

As I walked down the hallway, scrolling through countless photos, a deep whistle came from behind me. I turned to see the football player from Criminal Justice Class approaching me with a smirk on his face. My shoes skidded on the floor as I picked up my speed, rounding around the corner to only smack into someone's firm chest.

Miles stared down at me with confusion. He wrapped his fingers around my shoulders as he looked around the corner to see the guy who was coming for me. Just as he saw Miles, the football player made a quick turnaround. The second Miles's eyes were back on me; I gave him a wide smile.

"You are lucky it was me and not Kinnick," he stared at me with amusement. "Kinnick would have hit him without second-guessing."

"Well, you are my knight and shining armor," I wrapped my arms around his waist. "It is only right if you were to find this damsel in distress."

"Then it is decided," he tightens his hold around me. "You have already called me your knight and shining armor at the party. So, your knight and shining armor is what I will be."

I rubbed my face as I stepped away. "What else happened at the party that I should be aware of? Chrissy sent me so many videos of me dancing on the counters."

"Maybe you should ask Kinnick," he suggests with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would I ask Kinnick?"

"Because he said he brought you home afterward," he pointed toward the tattooed boxer who stood afar amongst his friends. "There he is."

As Kinnick's tattooed hands reached up to run through his hair, I noticed the large bruise on his cheek. I wanted to ask what happened because it worried me that it hurt, but he was a boxer, and I knew he was used to things as simple as minor bruises. It wasn't small, though. It covered the left side of his face and appeared to have split the scar under his eye open.

I noticed his knuckles and the purpling bruises on his skin. He didn't have another fight. So, who is doing this to him? Why does he put himself through this? It made me disappointed, but it made me concerned about his well-being.

When his blue eyes noticed me, I felt a sea of emotion filling my body. I wanted to be upset for his decision to fight, but when his lips spread and a smile grew on his face, I couldn't be anything other than happy to be in his presence or so much as lucky to be the one he was smiling at.

"Good morning."

I felt my toes go numb as they curled in my shoes. "Good morning."

"Are you okay?" I pointed to my cheek to signal what I was asking.