Switched Up

[[[NEW]]] 14-I: Starting to feel it, huh?

The next day, after classes had ended, Sam met up with Ricky and they headed over to the locker room to change for practice. Sam's changing speeded slowed down a lot since she had to balance on one leg. She couldn't wear her normal school uniform pants either because they wouldn't fit around her cast, so she got permission to wear khaki-colored shorts until the cast was gone. Taking off the shorts took less effort than her usual uniform pants, but it was still difficult for her because of her leg. Ricky ended up waiting for her instead of the other way around.

Once they got to the gym, Sam crutched over to meet with Ron. His eyes made their way over to her and stopped on her casted foot.

"Oooooh shit, Springfield! What the hell did you do?!" he asked.

"I, uh, kind of hurt my foot during the Sports Fest," she said bashfully.

"Shit Sam!" yelled Charlie when he noticed her foot.

Charlie's outburst caused all the members already in the gym to turn and see what he was talking about.

"Sam!" they all blurted out simultaneously.

The group jogged over to her and she was suddenly surrounded by a mob of concerned faces.

"Guys, stop, I'm fine. Seriously. I just, might have to miss practice for a while..." she said with a sad face.

"Sam, you are welcome to stay and watch practice until you get the okay to start practicing again. But why don't you go train at the Rehabilitation Center? That's where we usually send our injured players," said Ron.

"The what? Rehabilitation Center? We have one of those?"

"Yeah. It's in the weight room."

"Wait... Is that what that big ass office is behind the leg press?!"

Ron let out a loud laugh.

"Yes Sam!"

Sam's cheeks blushed slightly from embarrassment.

"Okay. And if I go there, I can keep training?"

"Yeah, Rhett will give you workouts that don't require you to use your leg."

"Well shit, send me there!"

Charlie came forward and wrapped his arm around Sam's neck, lightly roughhousing her while her other teammates joined in.

"That's such a 'Sam' thing to say," commented Charlie.

The others agreed and laughed as Sam fought back playfully.

"Alright guys, let him go. He's going to need his energy for Rhett's workouts. Sam, I'm going to call the guy in charge and let him know you are coming. His name is Rhett so just introduce yourself to him and he will know."

"Awesome. Thanks Coach! I'll start heading over there now."

As she started crutching away, she called over her shoulder, "Have a good practice guys! I'll try my best to come visit when I can!"

They all said bye to her and sent her off with a happy vibe; she was so grateful for having such an amazing team. 

Sam made her way to the now, 'not-so-secret' office in the weight room. She gently pushed the door open and peaked in. There was a man with long, light brown, golden tinted dreads pulled into a bun. A few pieces of dreads had escaped and hung around his face. He had light brown eyes and bronzed skin that was sprinkled with freckles. He wore a T-shirt and navy shorts, revealing his colorfully tattooed arms and legs.

The man glanced up when he heard the door squeak and gave Sam a cute, crooked smile.

"And you must be Sam," he said while getting up from his desk.