Shit
Gibsie
I'm so fucking tired.
Exushed actually.
We were finally finishing practice for the day when there was a lot of commotion and it stopped.
"Oh shit," I say
The girl.
The fucking girl who'd been prancing around the pitch was laid out on her back on the grass. A ball lay on the grass beside her.
Not just any ball.
My bleeding ball!
I was horrified, my feet moving before my brain could think. I ran toward her heart hammering again my rib cage.
"Hey-are you okay?" I called out.
"Do I look okay?" She mumbled and a small groan came from her lips as she attempted to get up. She was trying to stand and failing miserably, clearly startled.
Unsure of what to do, I reached down to help her up, but she quickly slapped my hands away.
"Don't touch me," She cried out and the jolting caused her to fall on her knees.
"Okay!" I automatically took a step back and held my hands up. "I'm so sorry,
Clutching the side of her muddy skirt with one hand she slowly got up balancing with the rugby ball. She looked at the ball in her hands and then back at me.
When she reached me, she slapped the ball against my chest and hissed "Is this your ball?" I just nodded.
Geez who was this girl?
"You owe me a skirt," She says still clutching the fabric by her hip "And a pair of tights," She added.
"Okay?" I replied with a nod, what was I supposed to say?
"And an apology?" the girl added before added before collapsing on the ground.
She leaned heavily on her ass and grunted out a small cry from the contact.
"Oh shit," I muttered tossing the ball away and bent down to help her.
"Stop!" She shouted and then she moaned, cringing when she spoke. Reaching she clutched her face with both hands and breath heavily.
"My head"
"Are you okay?" I demanded, unsure of what to do.
Should I pick her up even though she said not to?
"Gibsie," Coach yelled "Is she alright? Did you hurt her?"
"She's grand," I called back. "You're grand, aren't you?" I asked her, and she glared at me.
"It was my first day," she sniffed "My dad's going to kill me,"
"Gibson! Take her to the office" he instructed "Make sure she sees Majella checks on her," He adds
"Right sir," I called back
I stepped closer to her and she flinched away from me.
"I'm only trying to help you." I stand more gentle tone. "I'll take you to the office,"
"She looked dazed and I worried I might have given her a concussion. Knowing my luck I probably did.
Flinging the bag over my shoulder, she wobbled on her feet like a baby foal, and I suddenly rushed to wrap my arm around her shoulders.
A couple of minutes later, that was exactly what I had to do anyway because she kept losing her shoulders.
Panic surged through me.
I broke the fucking girl.
"I'm sorry" I continued saying.
"Stop saying sorry," She mumbles
"Nothing clear," she crocked out, stiffing against my touch. "The grounds are spinning."
"Please don't fucking say that,"
"Why did you do it?" She asks
"I'm an asshole," I say "I fuck up a lot,"
My words for whatever reason, seemed to ease the tension inside this girl because she realized a huge sign, loosened her rigid frame, and allowed me to take her entire weight.
