The Last Big Scam [Completed]

Chapter 3- Football Player

Edd's POV

When I got outside it was raining. The busses had already left the school about an hour ago and I didn't have my own car means that means I have to walk for a hour to get home. That is if they aren't doing construction within my path homes and I walk at my normal speed.

One step at a time I walk home in the cold puddles that are on the ground. The cold breeze doesn't help either.

When I reach the corner near the main road I hear yelling. Turning I see the football team is out on the field. I wonder if Ed got on the team.
When I am down there I search the crowd for Ed. The difficult thing being I couldn't tell, because they all have matching uniforms and helmets on.

"Look it is the gay-wad!" I hear taunts from some of the football players. I just try to ignore them, I can't listen to them.. Not anymore.

"Dismissed boys!" One of the coaches yells then returns talking to one of the players. The athletes shove me harshly around as they walk past me. Some mutter words like "loser" or "fag".

When the coach and the one player he was talking to are done the coach walks my way angrily and pushes me out of his way. My books go flying out of my arms. I sigh, brush off, and start gathering my school books.

"You alright, dork?" I hear a voice say above me.
I look up and see the player the coach had been talking to. He is holding one of my books out toward me.
"I figured you might need your ..," he looks at the title and back down at me. "Chemistry book."

"Thank you," I saw taking it and standing up.

"Yeah," he replies.
"Oh Fuck your bleeding."

I look at my legs and see they are. I didn't even notice till he pointed it out.

"C'mon lets get your leg cleaned up, so it doesn't get infected."

"Thank you for your concern, but I would rather not be a bother," I say turning away and started limping back to the sidewalk.

He walks after me, which doesn't take that long since 1. I'm injured 2. He is a football player. "Stop being so stubborn and take my help."

-time skip-

The football player ended up persuading me into letting him help me. I didn't like being called stubborn, it sounds so negative. I would think of it as 'I have things to accomplish and don't like extra crap', plus whenever I would have gotten home I would have cleaned it up anyway.

I am ripped out of my thoughts when I hear him say, "This might hurt a little."
Not less than two seconds later I feel a burn on my knee making me flinch.

"I'm sorry, dork," he said in a quiet voice.

"N-no, it is quite alright. I'm just clumsy an-"

"You don't have to give me that shit! I saw what happened!" The football player yells.

"I-I'm sorry," I look down.
I constantly mess things up-when I try to make them better.

"N-no. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you..."

-time skip-

It's been two hours since I got home and I still can't get player number 12 out of my head. He was nice and helped me today.

He didn't call me any hurtful names. He apologized for hurting me, when he didn't even hurt me. Yet I never got to see his face.

After another two hours I was still thinking about what happened... I can't sleep not knowing who this guy was... Is it possible to have a crush on someone you don't know?
Who you haven't even seen their face but you know their personality?....
No. Stop Edd, don't think like that. You can't be.. I reach for my nightstand drawer.