Chapter 10

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

Chatters and shrills are disturbing the cool night. People were huddling around the packed bleachers as the blasting noises and the shouts of the cheerleaders are booming throughout the huge soccer field. The powerful lights that are installed around are making the glass glow as if fresh raindrops have befallen.

"You seem nervous," I notice. Anna's face blushes as her eyes wand around to find Noah.

"I know," She mumbles, and a smile forms when she locates him in the other end of the area among his team players.

"We have lost the last time we played with them," Christian approaches us before he sits next to me.

"I remember," She whimpers, and a small scowl troubles her eyebrows transforming her doll's characteristics. I frown at the sight.

"Why are you saying it like that?"

"It's the only game we lost to and after a fight went down," Christian replies for her and I gape at him. "A few people got hurt,"

Unconsciously, my eyes dart to my angel who drinks water as a boy talks to him.

"Him too," He confirms my speculation. "And Jacob, Cyle, Jace,"

"And Noah," Anna adds softly. My lips part; if Noah was fighting then something must have been totally wrong.

"Why?"

"They were cheating, hurt a few of our players and the referee did nothing. We couldn't just let it go like that,"

"I suppose you were there too?" He nods smiling.

"I'm that type too,"

A deafening whistle announces the start of the game causing a roaring.

"Here we go," Christian murmurs turning his attention to the field that fills.

I keep my eyes glued to my angel the whole time clutching tightly my knees near my chest. His shirt clings to his skin filling his pores with sweat. His eyes are gleaming but a frown was married to his face. My expression mirrors his while confusion of not comprehending the situation makes me unease. During the game, he has been watching a certain boy; something he hasn't done in the previous games. They exchange some killing glares and before I can stop myself, I turn to Christian.

"What's going on with that boy?"

"Which one?"

"The black-haired boy that is constantly around Corbyn," I explain.

"Yea, they have a history together," My frown deepens.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you should ask your boyfriend," Christians states without offering me the information I wanted. I bottle up all the questions knowing it's better to ask him myself instead of questioning his friends. Though I didn't miss the hint of warning in his deep voice.

A high-pitched scream cuts my thoughts as all people around me start cheering.

I look down and find my angel running after scoring with a wide grin kissing his desirable lips. I giggle feeling his happiness booming out inside of me. My phone vibrates inside my jean pocket and I fish it out to find Mrs. Jordan's name flashing on my screen.

"I will be right back," I say to Anna before I start climbing down the bleachers. I walk a bit further from the public and its noise.

"Hello,"

"Amelia, honey, how are you?" Her delicate voice echoes through the speaker.

"I'm fine, thank you," I follow my angel's movements across the field.

"I'm very glad to hear that. Did everything work out then?"

"Yes," I smile. "Yes, it did."

"That's great." She says. "I actually wanted to inform you our last session is next week. I have to cancel our appointment this Wednesday, there's one event I have to attend to,"

Corbyn starts running towards the other team's net having the ball on his feet. The enthusiasm of the crowd is shifted as their yells and cheers of anticipation blank the atmosphere.

"Okay, no problem. I will see you next Friday," A frown finds its way to me exploding anxiety on me as I peer at my glowing angel. Her words at the other end of the line sound like a distant murmur that doesn't make sense. The boy who seems to have a history appears on the side out of nowhere, and with one quick move, he charges and floors Corbyn forcefully knocking my angel on the ground as he chases the ball.

My breath gets lost in my throat as I freeze. The roars and the endless noises are ceased in a nanosecond. Silence stretches and nothing is heard but a shrill. My shrill.

"CORBYN!" I yell. My phone slips from my hands as I run as fast as I can to the field. Suddenly, the distance seems to be evolving by every stride I run taking my angel as far as possible for me. Everything blurs except his laying body on the glassy grass. I hear my beating heart thunder loudly as my eyes widen with fear. My feet hit the field as the distance seems to be finally closing.

His teammates run and gather all around him. I detect Jacob with Jace watching him with wide terrifying eyes. His immobile figure sends a throbbing pain in mine pooling my eyes. I kneel right next to my angel ignoring the ache in my knees at the clumsy impact. His eyes are shut like they were in my nightmare; he doesn't move.

The previous roar has increased and from the corner of my eye, a man with a box of aid comes running.

"Corbyn," I whimper clasping his head in my hands and shake it lightly. I call out his name as Jacob sits next to me. I eye his form for any kind of injuries rapidly feeling my hands tremble. A gash has cut his eyebrow and a wound has scratched his arm.

My whole body starts shivering as seconds pass. My eyes widen in shock; I have trouble breathing.

"Corbyn," I call out. I fight back the tears knowing that it won't help. I clear my vision as I notice his eyebrows connect. His eyes flutter.

"Fuck," He mutters as his hand brushes across his face.

"Oh my," I mutter. The relief relaxes all of me and I lean down touching my forehead in his.

"What did the asshole do?" His eyes seem to be fuzzy, unfocused as he blinks.

"He launched himself at you knocking out," Jacob growls from my side. His voice is huskier than usual and when I glance at him; he glares towards the boy clenching his jaw.

"I can promise you he won't fucking get out of here without a scratch," Cyle mumbles. "Leave that bastard to me and you," He glares at Jace. "You take that other asshole of the best friend he has. I'm gonna make him regret the moment he set his foot here,"

A light touch startles and I see Corbyn catching a tear just before falling from the corner of my eye.

"What about the other one?" Jace asks. Corbyn sits up staring at my worried eyes.

"Stop with the crying," He whispers for me only to hear and I pout.

"Stop with the fainting out," A chuckle leaves his lips.

"Are you okay, Corbyn?" I look up to find his Coach with a man holding a kit in his hands.

"I'm fine." Corbyn snaps angrily as his eyes wand around till they find the boy who caused this.

"Leave him for the moment. You will go clear your wounds. You can sit that one out," Coach proposes even though he doesn't appear to be delighted with that suggestion.

"The hell I am," Corbyn cries rising. "He just hit me and you think I'm going to fucking give up? Hell no!" He shouts.

"You should cover your open wound, man," Jacob reasons.

"Fine, put the Hammond in until I come back. And Cyle," Cyle's head turns to my angel nodding as devilish smirk forms.

"I'll take care of him,"

"Don't get a yellow card," The Coach warns.

"He didn't show it when Corbyn was laying down. Let him dare to show one to me!"

"Five minutes," Corbyn says, and the group splits. A whistle is heard as another boy wearing his uniform enters the field racing. Corbyn grips my hand in his and starts walking.

"What are you doing?" I ask frowning.

"I need to get those clean in the nurse's office. And right now, there's no nurse so I'm taking my girlfriend to take care of me," He flashes me a grin that melts all my insides; making the heart that stopped beating, go wild.

"Thanks," The boy who Corbyn said to play for him says.

"Don't screw this up,"

"I won't," He smiles and his eyes flicker in mine. He increases his pace and passes as we head towards the school.

Everything is covered in darkness. Though the helpful strong light of the moon and small angels guide us. A cool gush of air strikes my face blowing my hair lightly. I tighten my hand in his walking closer to my angel.

"You were worried, weren't you?"

"You were laying there," I whisper. My throat seems to be aching; as if it has been closed from an ocean of tears and screams. I shudder in terror as the image of my nightmare became reality. He was in the ground, wasn't moving, speaking.

We stay silent until I get into the nurse's office switching on the lights. Her office is spacious enough as the bed dominates the room in the center. Drawers and shelves are clung on the white calls as their glassy display are allowing me to see through the labels of the medicines.

I walk around biting my lip up till I find what I need. I approach my angel and let the spray of alcohol on the desk next to him.

I try to concentrate on my task not allowing my brain to go over the last minutes. I chew my inner cheek in a distracting move as I dry the cotton on my fingers.

"Stay still," I mutter as I try to clean his scratch on his left eyebrow. His eyes are glued to mine making my heart thud.

"You're still trembling," He points out before our gazes meet.

"Sorry," He frowns and flinches at the sudden pain. The soft cotton caresses his skin making the blood disappear.

"What are you apologizing about?"

"For being whining," I explain. "I just saw you laying there and..." I halt clearing my throat and turning at the spray behind me feeling my eyes tear up.

His arms circle me and draw me to him attaching our eyes.

"I'm fine," His tone is severe; calming down my nervousness.

"I know," He leans up and kisses my lips holding my head steadily. I pull away resting my forehead on his, inhaling his scent. When I open my eyes, his twinkling ones are full of excitement and a smirk has formed on the lips I previously kissed.

"What?"

"We have been here before," He reminds me. I stare back at him remembering the last time I was clearing up his bruises. I can't believe how much things have evolved since.

"You hated me back then,"

"I wanted you back then," He corrects me. "And I never got a chance to do this," He crashes his lips on mine as he stands up connecting every part of our bodies. I grasp his shirt not letting him go. He moans lightly and before I know it, he sits me in the bed he was seating. I tear our lips away panting.

"I'm pretty sure that's where you should be sitting," He chuckles.

"In one minute," He doesn't have to say anything else. Our kisses are everything I wanted. The urge and need of his lips are exactly what he knows I need to reassure myself that he's okay.

"Christian said you have a history with that guy," I say putting some cream on his forearm.

"I slept with his girlfriend," My eyes meet him in absolute shock. He presses his lips together but not having any luck, he burst into laugher.

"It's not funny," I swat his arm that isn't hurt.

"He knocked over some guys the previous time we played together and I fought him for that." I shake my head. "What?"

"Slept with his girlfriend? Really?" He chuckles hiding his head in my chest. His hair tingles my skin as he moves and his arms crush me to him.

"Corbyn," I complain giggling. He trails kisses from my collarbone up to my lips sending drops of heated passion on me.

"As much as I hate to do this, I gotta go," He mumbles upon my lips.

"Go, I'll clean it up,"

"Thanks," I blanch realizing that this is the first time he has ever said those words to me. I kiss him bringing him closer to me just before he runs out of the room; leaving me with blushed cheeks and a wide grin on my face.

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net