𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 || 𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞

𝗳 𝗶 𝗳 𝘁 𝗲 𝗲 𝗻*

AGAIN
"when you get tired of this world, come fall into my arms"
*this chapter contains explicit content*

~mallory~

after gavi and i have a full on, intense snowball fight, that left us both feeling as if our limbs were falling off, we made our way back into the locker room.

i would never admit this to anybody ever on the face of the earth, but i had more fun with pablo this past hour then i've had with anybody in a while.

the hour mostly consisted of us shoving snow in each others faces and laughing until my stomach started to cramp. i guess i never realized how funny gavi was until now. but then again, i never really gave him a chance. but it's not like he gave me one either.

as we walk through the tunnel and up the stairs, i notice pablo's cheeks and ears have turned a bright shade of red. although i can't see my face, i assume mine is similar.

i guess the cold snow numbed my body enough so i couldn't feel the throbbing pain in my ankle, but as i hike up the stairs towards the locker room, the pain starts to resurface. gavi turns towards the locker room but falters when he realizes im not following.

"where are you going?" he asks, gazing over his shoulder at me as i walk further down the corridor.

"i'll be right back." i smile lightly and he raises an eyebrow, but disappears into the locker room nonetheless. i don't exactly want him to know about my ankle because i don't want him to feel like it's his fault. we were playing dirty and things happen, i just don't want him to blame himself if it gets worse and i can't play.

i turn the corner and gently push open the door to the medics room. it's quite dark but i manage to find my way to a light switch.

i shuffle my pant leg up and peel back my dirty sock to expose the cleat marks just about my ankle. it still looks pretty gruesome, but it's also a fresh cut and i didn't sanitize it after the events of last night.

i find some gauze and some healing ointment in a drawer and slather it onto the open wounds. then i gently wrap the cloth around my foot until the cuts are fully covered and my foot is wrapped tightly.

once i finish, i return the items back to their respected drawers, then head back to the locker room with a slight limp in my step. i gently push open the door and am met with the humidity of the shower steam.

my nose scrunches in a displeased movement. i quickly start to sweat underneath my thick coat and sweatpants as the heated air seeps through. i get rid of my jacket and then search for a pair of shorts in the mess we have created.

i find a pair of gavis shorts in a pile, but they don't seem to be dirty. i contemplate if i should put them on or not, but decide to when i realize we are literally the only two people here. no one will ever have documentation of this moment.

i let my snow covered sweatpants fall to the floor and i slip on gavi's navy blue shorts. they sit uncomfortably around my waist and i roll them up twice so they aren't as long. it doesn't help much but i decide to ignore it for the time being.

the snow managed to seep through my coat and basically get everything i wore underneath wet as well. as i search the messy space for a shirt to wear, i peel the wet one im wearing over my head and throw it somewhere behind me on the ground.

my head snaps backwards as a door slams. i watch curiously as pablo walks out of the bathroom, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

i roll my eyes and turn back around to finish my previous task. i hear the patter of gavis feet as he nears me and i sigh as he opens his obnoxious mouth. "what are you doing?"