forever yours • adam banks

chapter twenty four

ella

To be completely honest, I don't even remember most of my week. The time period between Saturday night when I fought with Adam to yesterday is just a big blur.

The only thing I have to look forward to today is our playoff game, but I can't even play. At least I only have a few more weeks with these stupid crutches. Hopefully they'll be gone by the time Thanksgiving comes.

I didn't feel like getting dressed this morning, but I knew I had to or Sadie and Morgan would kill me. I would've been perfectly fine wearing pajamas, but that would be a little counterproductive since I've worn pajamas every other day this week.

I finally decide on gray sweats and Larson's old Hawks hoodie he gave me when he came to my house. I think he's had that thing since he was ten. It isn't too oversized, which is how I usually like my sweatshirts, but I'll take it.

I don't think a lot of people expected me to be in school today or yesterday, but I knew that I'd go crazy if I stayed in the dorm.

The day goes by pretty normally, except for the fact that I feel Adam's gaze on me every time I'm in class with him or see him in the hallway. I don't pay him any attention, because I don't want to see him with his girl of the day or give him any satisfaction. I basically just act like I don't even know who he is. I know it pisses him off, even more so that I'm wearing a Hawks hoodie, specifically one that says "Larson 33" on my back.

Whatever. His choice, his consequence.

Oddly enough, we're playing Larson's school today in playoffs. The game is at Hill-Murray, so I'll probably end up going back with Alex to his dorm for a little bit after. If I'm lucky, Hofmann will let me roam until the end of warm ups, since they're thirty minutes long and I don't have anything to do.

All of the different possibilities and options flood my head, and before I know it, I'm sitting next to Morgan while the bus pulls away from Eden Hall and starts our one hour trip. I realize that I'm still wearing Larson's hoodie, so I quickly throw on my windbreaker to cover it.

Once we get to HM, we make our way to the turf. I notice that a lot of people have come to watch. All of their sports teams are there, including the boys hockey team. I find Alex sitting in the crowd and smile at him. He waves to me in return and starts to make his way down from the bleachers. What is he doing?

I try to ignore him when he comes onto the field, and it's safe to say that Coach is surprised to see some random boy wearing a letterman from the other school come jogging up to him. "Hi sir, my name is Alex Larson."

"Hi Alex." Coach responds. I can tell he's really curious about what's going on. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm really good family friends with your player Ella. I know she's obviously injured, and I don't want her to sit here by herself while everyone warms up."

Coach starts to chuckle, and I mentally curse at Alex for making this so awkward. "She isn't by herself son, she has me and Tavia."

"I know that sir, but I haven't seen here in a while, and I would love to catch up with her. Since the game doesn't start for another thirty minutes, I was wondering if you'd let me take her on a quick tour of our campus, since she hasn't been able to visit yet."

All of my teammates start to laugh, and I cover my face in embarrassment. In front of my coach? Really Alex?

"C'mon Coach!" Callie says playfully, shaking his shoulders. "Let our girl have a little fun before she has to sit on the side."

Everyone starts to agree with her and Coach lets out a big dramatic sigh. "Fine. Go walk around for a little bit."

I smile at him as a thanks and we start to walk away, but that is until Coach calls for Larson. "Alex?"