"Oh God, I'm so sorry." I tell Zeke as he's still withering on the ground in pain.
I look around hoping someone was around to help. Apparently, everyone decided to be one time for once and were already in class.
"Dang it, I'm late!" I whisper under my breath.
"I...I could care less, right...now." Zeke hissed through his teeth.
"Right. Um what can I do to help." I ask as I drop to my knees besides him. "I could message it for you."
Wait! What did I just say?
"That not what I mean." I quickly tell Zeke feeling my face turn red.
But I think he was too busy laugh and being in pain to listen to that.
"If I wasn't in so much pain and if you didn't just try to flatten them, I'd might've taken you up on that."
"Can't you just forget I said that?" I groaned.
"Nope. I'm a guy, we tend to remember things like this."
I thought the best thing now was that I forget what I just said. "Here. Let me help you to the nurse's office."
I offer my hand and I'm left wondering would he even take it?
Zeke grabbed my hand and I was to 'Whhhaaaa?' to help him up.
He looks at my questionly, "What? You did offer to help me up."
"I know its just you're....sorry." I say as I help hoist him up.
"Hey, you're new here aren't you?. I'm Zeke." He says smiling down at me. I grabbed his arm and put it around my shoulder to help him walk.
"I'm Annika." I tell him. I'm a little hurt he never noticed me, but what do I expect, I wanted to be invisible. "I moved here a couple of months ago. We actually have quite a few class together."
His brows drew down in concentration. "How come I don't remember you. I think I'd remember a pretty girl like you."
I swear my feet decided to do a gravity check just when he called me pretty. I would have fallen again if Zeke didn't have his arm around my shoulders. I could feel my face light up once more. He just called me pretty and I almost fell on my face again. How humiliating.
"Whoa. Are you okay?" Zeke asks me with general concern.
"Uhhuh." was all I managed.
He chuckled. "You're cute when you blush."
Which of course, made my face steam up even more. We were almost to the nurses office by then, and just when I reached forward to grab the handle the door threw itself open and banged into my head.
I felt myself fall backwards, and I saw the ceiling, some blonde girl and Zeke pass in slow motion. I remember my head thunk against the hard linoleum floor. Then lights out.
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Olympic Games
FantasíaWhen you think about the Olympic Games, you think gymnastics and other sports along those lines. What if none of that was true. Annika Brighton was just an almost normal teen until she was chosen. But these Games were nothing what she expected.
