The Girl Who Plays Football { #Wattys2016 }

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"Everyone trips, everyone falls, so don't be so hard on yourself,"
-Don't Be So Hard On Yourself, Jess Glynne

Bryanna Juliette Cooper

"What the f.uck?" I whisper and sat up. All I remember is seeing the positions and- oh f.uck the positions.

"Bryanna, you alright?" A boy asks and my head snaps towards the voice- which is a bad idea, my head's spinning like crazy, okay maybe not. But let's say it's pounding so badly that my head might burst.

"Jason? What are you doing here? Where are the others? Where is Bryan?" I ask as my heart beat speeds up.

He sat up and lets go of my hand- since when was he holding my hand?
"Bryan marched out earlier and he was fuming, they went to calm him down and keep him from destroying anything- or someone's face,"

I raise my eyebrow at him, as he looks at me innocently. Idiot.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Oh well, I- uh," He clears his throat and tries again, "Well, I can't just leave you here, can I?" He smiles as he gains composure and I roll my eyes at his weirdness.

"Is the good boy, breaking the rules?" I challenge him with a laugh, "Anything for you m'lady" He jokes and laughs along with me, but soon enough, he stopped laughing. "Why the sudden mood change J?"

"You're head must be pounding," He points out the not-so obvious, and I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Here, it will help," He says as he hands me a piece of Hershey's Kisses and I raise my eyebrow up at him for probably the nth time.

"Chocolate?"

"If not, well hey, you got a free kiss," He grins.

Smooth, Jay, real smooth.

I can't help but laugh as I feel a tad bit better. "I think you need a whole pack for me to get better," I joke around with a laugh.

He smirks, "You want my kisses huh? Kidding aside- do you really want a whole pack?"

Being the girl I am, I blush like f.ucking tomato. Let me get this straight, I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH, I DON'T WANT A CRUSH, I WILL NEVER HAVE A CRUSH. So why am I blushing? Ladies and gentlemen, I blame it all on whoremones. Incorrect spelling intended.

Still blushing, I reply, "Eh, up to you, I guess."

"Ms. Cooper, how are you feeling?" The nurse walks in with a cup of water, advil and ammonia. "Sort of alright."

"We gave you ammonia, earlier, and you woke up for a bit, and we decided to let you rest," The nurse smiles and sets the things she brought down.

"You still feeling light head?"

"A tad bit," I smile and she nods, "Eat first, Mr. Chapman, will you accompany her?" Jason nods and smiles at her. He offers me his hand-being the gentleman that he is.

I hop off the bed and almost loosing my balance, Jason helped me regain my balance and offered to support me on the way to the canteen. "So, what do you want to eat?"

"Eh, not really hungry."

Yes, I am not hungry. What a miracle. BRYANNA JULIETTE COOPER IS NOT HUNGRY!

Jason stares at me as if I'd grown another head and then he scoffs, "You? Not hungry?" Then he laughs like a freaking hyena. I guess we all know who escaped from a mental asylum.