My True Love

Chapter 16

Quinn's POV:

   After glee the ones who had cheer practice, flag football practice or lacrosse practice quickly headed out to the fields.

   I watch Hope practice from the sidelines with a smile. "Focus on the cheer, Fabgay!" Coach Sylvester yells out from her megaphone and I jump slightly but quickly join the others on the routine.

123 step to the side, pose then follow the others. After practicing for a good hour and a half, we're finally done.

   I take a seat on the stands and pull my bag closer to me so I can pull out my homework. "You know Coach Sylvester won't yell at you if you aren't so focused on Hope," Santana tells me as she holds onto the strap of her bag.

I playfully roll my eyes, "you're in the same boat as me. You always bend over in front of Brittany to show off your ass and Coach starts yelling at you for being a slut."

She scoffs with a smirk, "not my fault my mate likes watching me shake it around. Catch you later?" I chuckle softly with a nod and watch as she leaves with Brittany who was drinking water.

I go back to doing my homework and watching Hope practice with her teammates. I don't see how they can chuck their teammates on the ground like that.

I write down a few notes on my notebook as I flip my history book page. I look towards my mate just in time to see Karofsky ramming into her and she goes flying to the ground.

I gasp loudly as I hear a bone snap and my mate yelps slightly. "Shit! I'm sorry, Hope!" He quickly says as he moves towards her.

I hiss in anger and sped over quickly to push him away. He goes tumbling to the ground and I give him a glare before checking on Hope who's cradling her wrist.

   "Are you alright?" I worriedly ask as I kneel next to her and she grins at me in amusement.

"Yeah I'm alright," she answers with a nod and snaps her wrist back in place then Jed and I helped her up.

   I gently take ahold of her once injured arm and looked it over carefully. A soft hand goes under my chin and lifts my head up.

   "I'm okay. Really," she reassures me with a soft smile and I nod slowly then glare at Karofsky who had gotten back up.

  He raised his hands up to show no harm. Yeah right. He already harmed my mate. "Quinn, I'm alright. See," Hope says moving her hand around to show me that she's not hurt anymore.

   I let out a small breath and try to calm myself down. "Practice is over! You all did good today," Mr. Johnson announces and claps his hands once.

The guys walk away after giving Hope a pat on the back. She takes off her helmet and shakes her hair out then smiles at me gently.

"Maybe we should recruit you to the team with the way you sent David flying on his ass," she tells me with a chuckle and I blush while blowing a strand of hair out of my face.

  "I couldn't help it. After seeing him hit you and you got hurt, all I saw was red," I sheepishly respond as I rub the back of my neck.

   She laughs softly and shook her head slightly. "Don't worry I would've done the same. Probably worse than what you did," she reassures me and lifts her hand to push a strand of my hair out of my face.

I smile up at her. "I had a feeling. You were pretty good at practice minus the whole getting injured but I feel like you could've done better," I say then end with a joke and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh yeah? Well I don't see you at practice shooting winning goals in the net," she retorts playfully and I scoff playfully then snatch her stick from her, "hey!"