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☊ | track twelve—this feeling

"DEANS IS HEADED FOR it and oh! He passes it to Knight as he dodges a Maverick and heads straight for the end zone! He has had his head in the game lately after bumping heads all game and we love to see it ladies and gentlemen!" Amira cringed at the announcer, always finding them profoundly over dramatic and extra. Granted, that was their job but she was petty and her thoughts and opinions were hers only. Everyone stood up anticipating revel as Carter ran to the opposite end zone, the other team hot on his tail. Soon, she joined the rest of the crowd and stood.

She clutched her hands together in a folding manner, her lips hiding behind them as she watched Carter speed to the end of the field. Eight seconds on the clock, she feared he wasn't going to make it—for some reason despite not ever caring for the sport, until now.

Her lips moved moderately behind her folded hands as she sent a silent prayer above that he would make it in time. What for? There was nothing wrong with showing support, but up until now, she suddenly felt the need to care and it felt natural more than it surprised her.

Like she should be doing this. And it felt nice. Intense, but weirdly nice, and oh how she wanted to turn back time and erase that heated moment between them.

A Maverick was right on his tail, bigger and damn near faster than Carter. Victoria, Amira, and Caro looked at each other sharing the same expressive concern.

Amira glanced at the clock then back at Carter as he was merely there, the player insanely hot on his trail. Just as the countdown hit two seconds, he made it to the end zone, but, was tackled in the process. She swore she could hear the thud of the harsh tackle where she stood, wincing at the sight. As if everyone could feel his pain, overlapping wincing and murmuring followed suit.

"Mommy!" Lola gasped, tapping her mom's leg repeatedly before she hid her face in her lap.

Victoria rubbed her back, "He'll be okay, Bambino." She assured her daughter, though she prayed she was right. Amira clenched Cato's arm, not realizing how focused, concerned, and scared she looked for him.

But Cato noticed as he looked at her fingernails dig red marks on his skin. Sighing in what he felt was defeat, he grabbed her hand for comfort as her eyes stayed on Carter still hunched over on the ground. Soon, but not soon enough, two referees and aids jogged toward the scene and dropped down to check on him.

His hands gripped the fake grass, facing away from the crowd, the ball barely visible. Shaking his head, he waved off the aids and then lifted a hand that gripped the awaiting ball in the air. That's when Spring field, home of the Panthers roared in cluttered ear-piercing cheers. Amira and Victoria let out a sigh of relief at the same time and she leaned against Cato's shoulder, letting out a shaky breath, watching everyone run from the bleachers and onto the field. Even with so much chaos going on around her, her gaze stayed solely on Carter as he celebrated with his team and fans surrounding him.

It didn't go unnoticed how he clenched his side but held a proud smile nonetheless, sharing the same energetic excitement as his teammates. And without realizing it, she smiled softly yet still clung to Cato for dear life.

"He's fine, Caro," Cato said against her ear which brought her out of her daze. She cleared her throat and jolted off of him. "Oh, yeah I know. I was just..."