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Cry With You (6)

So it may have been a while but here is the next chapter, I haven’t looked at it since I wrote it which was a couple of months ago so I bet there are mistakes. Anyways I really hope you read it and enjoy the story, I tend to put stories on hold as I feel they are too close to my emotions, but I am doing really well with my life at the moment so I thought I would start writing this story again.

So tell me what you think, please comment and all

P.S Samual Johnson on the side who plays Kyle

P.P.S Cry With You By Hunter Hayes on the side as well. 

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  I’m sitting on the football field stands on my fifth day of my new school, my body sending shivers every moment I shift in my seat. My eyes gaze over the football pitching watching the ball going into the air as it’s throwing around the field as the boys practice. My foot’s tapping against the seat in front of me as another shiver went up my spine, my eyes now looking at the ice on the seat in front of me. I’m now shivering out of control and got to my feet before walking up and down the slide line. The cheerleaders were in the corner, and I could see them practicing a pyramid with Ashley in front of them shouting here and there.

     Ashley was my brother’s girlfriend of three years. She was one of those people you would love to hate, but you just couldn’t put those words together. You expect most head cheerleaders to be a bitch, but she’s far from it. She is blonde and very east coast, which happens to be where she is from, and according to my brother she wants to go to college there and is looking into getting a scholarship at CU. She throws me a smile once she sees me. She has spent every day trying to get me to join the cheerleading squad it’s just not for me.

     I’d been here a week and although I’m going towards the popular crowd, I didn’t want to be labeled as an airhead. I am still wandering around in jeans and a T-shirt, much to most of the football team’s annoyance, but my brother is rather happy that I’m dressing modestly.

     The thing is, as soon as Aston comes I will go back to short dresses and skirts. Tyler is convinced that Aston is my boyfriend and I’m not denying that lie because it may come in handy one day or another. Tyler met Aston once at the beginning of the summer and, let’s say, they didn’t click. When I told him Aston was coming for thanksgiving, I can’t say he was too happy about it.

     I hear a whistle and my eyes cast over the pitch and I saw someone lying on the ground surrounded by what looks like most of the team. I catch Tyler’s eye almost at once and he was gesturing for me to come over. I pick up at a jog and run over only to see Jace lying on the floor and in huge amounts of pain, but he being a guy is trying ever so hard not to burst out crying. I’m wearing his football jacket and take it off to dab at the blood on his shoulder. The coach, whose name I’ve still not learned, says he thinks that Jace has broken a collar bone and it seems to have gone in to a blood vessel, hence the bleeding.

     “Miss Jenkins.” He says, his eyes observing Jace and I. “Please call for an ambulance and get them to the parking lot.” I nod my head and pull out my phone, walking away slightly so I can hear myself. My heartbeat has increased and I feel my fingers shaking on each of the three buttons I’m pressing. When I do speak, my voice is cracking and after what seems forever I end the call in about five minutes. By the time I walk back over, the coach is shouting at the boys and now the cheerleaders, telling them to all go and get changed. Tyler runs off into the shower and tells me to text him when they arrive. There are tears flooding Jace's eyes and I bend down at the same time the coach does. He’s trying to calm Jace down who's trying to speak.