My highschool dork.... (Laurance x reader fem)

chp 3

When I got to school I noticed some people were still there, I’m guessing teachers and teacher’s aids for reasons I don’t know. I went to the soccer field and it was empty, thank Irene. I grabbed a nearby soccer ball and started practicing my classic trick-shots. I knew I couldn’t do soccer even if I wanted to because of an old ankle injury from the adoption center. But there was one I was willing to try again that could injure my ankle again, the trick-shot is basically me just backflipping the ball into the goal. If I land the backflip funny then I could end up with a cast. Again. One shot to do this. I stood with the ball at my feet, I picked it up and threw it in the air as it was coming down rapidly, I got ready for the backflip. I flipped, kicking the ball into the goal but I knew I was gonna land funny because of the rain making the grass muddy and slippery. I wasn’t the only one who knew that, someone else did too. I braced for impact on my ankle or at least some pain, but I never felt any. I opened my eyes to see Laurance holding me bridal style, looking at me with genuine concern. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked me. I start blushing bright red, “ I- uhh Y-yeah, I’m good.” I say hiding my face. “You sure? That could have made your ankle worse, you know?” He said, as he sets me down on the bleachers so I can sit. “Hey! How did you know that? I’ve never told anyone about my ankle!” I exclaimed, confused. “I can just tell, I’m not the soccer team’s captain for nothing, you know.” He smiles slyly. “Whatever, smartie.” I smirk. “Come on, let me see your ankle. It’s an old injury, right?” He questions. I nod, he continues examining it and touches a certain part of my ankle and I wince in pain. “I’m taking you to the nurse.” he said. “No, Laurance, I’m fine.” I respond.