"Newt! I'm open! One-two!" Minho yelled. I throw the ball over head and he catches it, then I run to his left and he tosses it back to me. Suddenly I'm right in front of the hoop.
"Slam it Newt!" Someone called to my right.
"Go on Newt, ya mad thing!" Thomas called behind me.
Hearing my crush gives me a boost and quite possibly a literal one, because I spring up and slam dunk the ball, catching the edge of the hoop with my hands. My teammates cheer as I let go and land on the ground.
Hard.
Snap and twist.
I gasp as I tumble onto the ground. My ankle's on fire. I hiss as I try to stand up.
"You lot, move please!" Miss. Daly pushes the students that have crowed around me away, kneeling down. "Your ankle?"
I nod, clenching my teeth.
"Can you walk?"
I stand up. "I guess."
"Alright, if it gets worse tell me, okay?" Miss. Daly says and blows her whistle. "Non-bib ball, play on!"
As I walk to the edge of the court, which is where I usually stand, hidden until needed, a searing pain shoots up my leg and I hiss again.
"You okay, Newt?" Thomas asks next to me, making me jump. He wasn't there a second ago.
"I'm fine." I say, lying.
"So why are you standing on one leg?" Thomas points to it.
"I'm not." I set the rest of my body weight down, immediately regretting it. Thomas sees me wince and shift my weight back to my good leg.
"You can't play." Thomas frowns.
"Yes I can."
"I'll tell coach you felt like fainting and I'll bring you to the office."
"She won't believe you."
"She'll believe you, though." Thomas says. Before I know what he's doing, he calls over Miss. Daly. I have no choice but to talk to her.
"Miss, my ankle hurt a lot now, is it okay if I go to the office?" I ask.
"Of course Newt. Thomas, go with him." Miss. Daly then walk off.
I roll my eyes when Thomas grins at me. "Let's go dumbass." I say, taking a step forward.
Bad idea.
I yelp and would've fallen onto the ground if Thomas hadn't caught me. Not a word is said as he places my arm around his neck and wraps his arm around my waist. I lift my bad leg slightly, taking the weight off it.
As we walk, or, I hop, to the office, I feel my cheeks getting warmer by the minute.
"I can walk on my own." I mutter.
"No, you can't." Thomas replies, staring straight ahead. I glance at him, sideways, and I see his cheeks are tinged with pink as well. Is Thomas...blushing?
"I called your mother, she'll pick you up in ten minutes." The nurse says to me. I thank her and she leaves.
I sigh and lean my head against the wall.
"Tired?" Thomas refused to leave me.
"Yes." I yawn and Thomas's eyes widen.
"What?"
"You have the cutest yawn ever." Thomas whispers.
I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder.
Haven't been here in a goddamn minute.
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