“Fuck,” I yell to no one but myself.
Stupid.Stupid.Stupid move.
How the hell am I supposed to help the team against Rome U tomorrow if I can’t stop the sharp pain running down my thigh?
The excruciatingly sharp pain.
“Come on, Jay.Quit being a baby and move.”I blow out a few short breaths, psyching myself up.Then, when I try to bend my leg, I’m brought back to reality.
Pain.It’s all I feel.
Pain worse than before.
Shit.Shit.Shit.
I’ve fucked up.What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Can't call Coach, or he'll bench me for the rest of the season.I need someone to help me onto my couch, otherwise I'm sleeping on the floor all night.
Cade.He's the only one I can trust to help me without outing me.
I try his number, but it rings out without an answer.
When I check the location app some of the team have installed, I realize why.He's at fuckingBehind Closed Doors—the burlesque bar across town.No wonder he's not answering.He's too busy getting his dick wet.
It’s not like him pulling me onto the couch was going to help anyway.I need actual help.The medical kind.I know who I need to call, doing it might risk my life in other ways.
No.I can't call her.There's no way she'd respond, let alone help.I just need to face facts; I'm on my own.
“Come on, Cross.You can do this.”I take a few more deep breaths and try to stretch again.
Fuck no.
That did not help.In fact, I think I’m now stuck in this position.So I have two choices.I either lie on my back and accept this is my life now, or—I callher.She knows my thigh better than anyone.
I need her.
Iwanther.
More than anything.
I swear my leg relaxes at the mere thought of Ally touching my muscles, massaging my tight thigh in that perfect way she does until the blood starts flowing again.
Fuck it.
Leaning over, I grab my phone from the floor and scroll to Ally Hart’s contact.
When I click it open, her face fills the screen, her narrow eyes judging me even through pixelated picture form, and for a second, I feel the tiniest bit of guilt.She'll probably think I’m pranking her.
As my thumb hovers over the message button, I start to get second thoughts.Maybe waiting it out will be easier than dealing with her sarcastic barbs.
Ow.Ow.Ow.
Never mind.The pain is too much, and I genuinely can’t get up.
I click her contact, type a message and hit send before I can talk myself out of it.
Jay:How’s my favorite taper doing?
