Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 45 ~ least disrespectful way

Sam's P.O.V.

I have called and texted but still nothing. I don't want to be a bother but I'm worried. She was with Marley and James. She's okay, She has to be.

Most of the players have come out. I see James and Jeremy, but no Marley or Jazmin.

"It's been a long time since I've been to one of these." Jc says aloud.

The rest say same.

I'm surprised that they all wanted to come, even Trevor. When Connor and I brought it up, they were out of the door before us.

"What number is Marley?" Kian asks from beside me.

"1." I look around and finally spot him. "He's barely walking onto the field."

"How bad do you think it hurts?" Jc's face has pain written all over it. "I mean, just ouch."

"Imagine Jc playing football."

"That's funny."

"I can imagine Jc lying on the floor in a fetal position."

"I can't ask one question without you all bullying me, man." Jc crosses his arms and leans back.

They laugh and I turn my attention back to the field. Everyone looks busy setting things up, practicing, or standing there talking about stuff that seems to be important.

"So Marley's arm isn't completely healed?" Ricky means to read to ask me.

"It's healed, it's j-" I slap to my side to get Kian's attention. "Kian.. who is that.."

"Who is w- oh.." Kian sees her too. "What is she doing here?" He asks me like I would know. "I mean, why would she be here?" Again, I don't know.

"Try not to look, maybe she wo-"

"Guys!?"

"Shit." I mumble and look up.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna stick around like I give a shit." Kian stands up and walks down the bleachers. He walks of to the side and pulls out his phone. I would join him, because I don't give a shit more than he dies, but I don't have the effort.

"So no one is going to say hi?" She says making me look up at her. "Hi Sam, how you been?"

"Can you leave maybe?"

"Why are you acting like that?" She sits next to me. She actually sits next to me. "I know we didn't end on good terms last time we talked but I thought we were both mature enough to put it behind us."

"Whatever you say." I roll my eyes. Jc has reluctantly scooted over and I don't even try to hide that I want to get away from her. "What are you doing here?" I can't help but ask.

"I can ask you the same thing." She looks amused, but she catches on that I'm not. "I came to watch the game." She answers awkwardly. "You?"

"Same."

"Look Sam, i'm s-" she tries to grab my arm and I move further away.

"Is it not obvious I want nothing to do with you Acacia?" I thought we had settled that we wanted nothing to do with each other.

"Harsh.. It was a long time ago though Sam."

"I don't see your point."

"Hey, Cacia." I hear Trevor put don't take my stare off the field. "Mind leaving. That seat is reserved."

"There was no one here but Kian though?" I can see from my peripheral vision that she turned to look at Kian. "He's the one that can't handle reality."