She's Not a Cheerleader

Chapter 6- The Salty Pirate

You know that feeling where you think you like someone, but you're almost positive you don't? You know that feeling where your heart tells you that you like someone, but your brain begs to differ? You know that feeling when you can't stop thinking about someone? Yeah, that feeling.
"Are you sure?" Taylor asked.
"Not at all, not one bit." I say.
Taylor and I were on our way to the football game right now. I was wearing a school sweater with blue jeans and converse.
"I think you do." Taylor says.
"I don't, though." I say as she pulls into a parking spot.
"You could just do what I do and not use the word boyfriend, it's helps a lot." Taylor said and unbuckles.
"I don't like him, okay?" I say and unbuckle as well.
"You just said- Never mind." Taylor sighs and we get out.
Since we play for a school sport we get free admission to all games held at our school. We waited about ten minutes for the first quarter to start. I'll be honest, I know nothing about football. I know volleyball, basketball, baseball, and I guess softball since the concept is the same as baseball. Football, that's not my thing. So they threw the football and stuff, right? It was going good, we were already winning. They were playing the Pirates, they have the same schedule as us just on different days. The pirates in football were pretty bad and we are pretty good. He buzzer rang and we led 20-0. Lucas stayed in from the first quarter (I know that term haha) and was chugging a water. Work out much?
The second quarter was going smoothly, for us. There were two more minutes left of the quarter. We led 40-4. The Pirates were getting so mad, they were yelling and kicking stuff. It was actually hilarious. It was mostly the Pirates that were on the sidelines were mad, but there was particularly one on the field that was ticked. He kept on yelling at our players, only making them better.
Suddenly Lucas had the ball and was almost there for a touchdown. He dodged people left and right, that's why he's team captain. He's the best. I found myself standing up with everyone else, clapping and cheering Lucas on. Out of the corner of the eye I saw the really mad player from the Pirates on a dead sprint to Lucas. Obviously this boy was mad at Lucas, and was running harder and faster than he had this game yet.
"Lucas! Lucas, run faster!" I yelled through the cheering crowd, he obviously couldn't hear me but it was worth a try.
Taylor saw what was going on and started yelling with me, too. We ran down the steps and stood at the fence by the track.
"Run, faster!" Taylor as yelling repeatedly.
"Lucas, sprint!" I was yelling and pointing to where the touchdown whatever was, I don't know what it's called honestly.
The angry player angled his shoulder at Lucas's back and hit him, hard. The ball Lucas was holding went flying up in the air. My gaze shifted from the ball to Lucas. He had to have been five feet in the air and moved forward three yards. He did a sort of flip I guess you could say, but he didn't land. No, he was far from landing. His foot hit the ground sideways and everyone gasped. It was silent, except the angry Pirate.
"That's what you get! THAT'S WHAT YOU ALL GET!" He yelled as his coach pulled him away.
My Home Ec. room teacher showed up beside me.
"An ambulance is on the way but I need you to help me make sure he's okay. You were my best student when we learned first aid, come help me." Mr. Koch said urgently.
I nodded and we hopped the fence. If you were wondering Mr. Koch is in his late twenties and very fit, so he did indeed hop the fence. We were running at Lucas and so was a medic which was always at the games. Every team player was on their knee.
"Samantha, check for a concussion." Mr. Koch said and I nodded.
I picked up a flashlight and checked his pulse, good.
"Lucas, is anything blurry?" I ask.
"N-No.." He groaned in pain.
"Do you know where you are or who I am?" I ask.
"This was my football game, then that jerk ran into me, and you're Samantha Holmes." Lucas said groaned again.
"Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous?" I ask, he shook his head.
I ran the flashlight over his eyes and his eyes followed the light, and he also wasn't sensitive to it.
"No concussion." I say and put the flashlight back in the first aid kit.
"It's his foot. It's either broken or sprained but we'll let the ambulance take off his shoes so that it doesn't immediately swell up. Samantha, will you go to the entrance and give us a thumbs up when you see the ambulance?" The medic lady said to me, I nodded and ran to the entrance.
I waited one minute then turned to give a thumbs up. I saw the ambulance and so I ran back to where Lucas was laying.
"Alright, thank you. Samantha if you would please go back to the stands with all of the students, please." Mr. Koch says and I obey.
I stood next to Taylor and we watched the ambulance take Lucas into the ambulance.
"Do you think he's okay?" I ask.
"Since he saw you he probably is," Taylor winked, "Probably not the best time to say that..."
"Do you want to sleepover at your house?" I ask Taylor.
She agreed and we got in the car.
"When you hopped the fence everyone started asking each other if you were dating, until you shined the flashlight in his eyes they knew you were just making sure there wasn't a concussion." Taylor said to me.
"I'm so worried, what if he can't play the rest of the season, he loves football too much to just not play at all." I say.
We talked about the possibilities until we pulled into her driveway. We went into her room just to hang out for a little bit. I borrowed shorts and a shirt for pajamas. Ironically Lucas lives three doors down from Taylor's, so we decided to wait until he gets home with his parents. Two hours passed and we saw his parents pull in the driveway and help him out of the car. He looked fine. Never mind, he just pulled out crutches.
Text messages:
Me: ARE YOU OK?
Lucas: I could be better. It's not broken, it's just sprained. The doctor said I'll be cleared in the next two to three weeks, right before homecoming so I'll be able to play in the homecoming game.
Me: At least it's just sprained
Lucas: Yeah
Me: if it makes you feel better I sprained my finger when I was setting the ball yesterday :)
Lucas: Not really but thanks for trying anyways
Me: alright, I'll leave you to answer the rest of your texts because I bet you're loaded with them :/
Lucas: Yeah, thanks :/ Bye <3
End of Text Messages
"He sent me a heart." I say and show Taylor the conversation.
"Well we know he likes you, he's made that clear enough. Maybe he just sent it as a thanks. I would if I sprained my foot and someone sent me that I'd send a heart to em." Taylor says and shrugs.
There was a silence.
"I'm crazy about him." I blurt out.
"What?" Taylor asked.
"I can't stop thinking about him. Especially now that he's got hurt. I... I don't know what to do. I've never like-liked anyone before." I say and massage my hair.
"Breath, Sam. It's easy just tomorrow call, not text, and say 'I've been thinking about it and are you still interested in that date?' And he'll say yeah." Taylor said.
"I can't do that after I so harshly shut him down, twice." I say.
"Then apologize then wait a day then ask him out." Taylor says.
"I'll think about it." I say and we lay down to sleep.