Without You

Chapter 36

"Nervous?" Wesley asks Jason before they call out captains.

"Nope. I'm going to win this game." Jason responds without looking at Wes. He looked relatively confident but I knew under that he was scared crap less. He still hadn't talked to me.

"Captains to the center!" A ref yells.

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Half way in to the game and we are being crushed. Completely, utterly, crushed. 49-0. And Jason was practically in tears.

We are sitting in the locker rooms waiting for coach to come in. It's eerily quiet until Jason kicks a locker.

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." He yells at the top of his lungs and the rest of us look at each other. The ones close to him slowly move away from him. "IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT ALLISON FUCKING CARTER FUCK YOU." He screams and starts coming towards me. "IF YOU DIDN'T SHOW UP, THEN I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN PLAYING TIME AND THEN I WOULDN'T BE SO OUT OF IT OUT THERE." He yells in my face.

"Actually you got your jaw broken and you broke your collar bone therefore this is the first game you were allowed to play." I stand up and calmly state.

"Because you little fucker punched me and we all know it's your fault we got hit by a car." He growls at me, very close to my face and I back up into a locker. No one on the team makes a move to help me and just stares.

"How is it my fault Jason?" I start feeling anger build up in my along with regret. I knew deep down that was my fault too.

"Because someone I don't know who but someone is out to get you and you were with us." He raises his voice again.

"Who would be out to get me huh? Hunter? Yeah too bad that explanation doesn't work because he was in the car with us." I say louder and my head starts pounding.

"Someone. Someone is after you. I'll bet my life on it." He says lower.

"That's a lot to bet." I state.

"No it's not. My mom married an asshole, my dad is dead, by brother ran away, my sister committed suicide. I don't have anything left to live for Allison." He says lowly so only I can hear.

"At least your family isn't dead. A broken family is better than a dead one." I say and walk out of the locker room. As I turn around the bend I run straight into coach.

"Where are you going Carter?" He asks.

"To get some air, see you on the field." I give him a fake smile and keep walking. I get onto the field and sit on the bench facing away from our fans. After sitting for about 30 seconds I decide I'm thirsty so I start walking to the drinking fountain. Now this drinking fountain is not the most strategically place because it's in the dark away from the bleachers. I get to the drinking fountain and take a drink, after I finish, I hear voices.

"Our team sucks." The first guy in the dark says.

"No it sucks without that girl on steroids." The second guy says and sounds older than the first guy.

"Yeah no doubt she's on steroids but we won't make it to states without her."

"How many of they guys do you think she's you know." The older guy pauses and says a little lower. "Fucked." And just then I almost throw up. Old men talking about my sex life, wonderful.

"At least half the team but she seems like a good ride, I mean she's skinny and tall and obviously athletic." He pauses. "Hunt said she was good but now they got in a fight so they stay away from each other."