Been a month since….
I tore away from out circle as i darted on to my next class. No hurry, really since i’ve still got half an hour before i sit (and eventually snore) at trigonometry.
I passed through the socer field, oblivious to the varsity team training.
For a split second, i really thought i’d been mugged in broad daylight. I sure hit the back of my head so bad I cried “Ouch!”
I whirled on the spot.
Oh. Right. His worried face was seriously disarming.
“Whoa, are you alright? I’m truly sorry, i swear i’ll drop to my knees if you want me to. Sorry.”
“I’m okay. Don’t worry. My brain cells are intact, i think. ” i joked while still grimacing.
“Look, i’m terribly sorry. I must get you to the clinic.” he seemed genuinely concerned.
“No need. I’ll be fine. Really. Your soccer ball’s rock hard but my skull can handle it. I swear.” I smiled.
He grinned. Soon as he was sure i wasn’t gonna have a concussion, he relaxed.
“Oh, by the way,” he stuck out his hand confidently. “Thrace Rivers. You know, in case you want to press charges.”
I chuckled. Outrageously handsome guy with goofy sense of humor. Hmmmm….
“Henna Danvers. DOn’t fret. I’ve absolutely got no plans to have you arrested.”
“Thanks.” he was positively happy now.
“Anyways, I think I still owe you. So, if you really forgive me, uh, can i see you on Saturday, 2 pm?
Cocky. His pickup lines may not be original but at least they’re potent. For me.
“Sure. As long as you don’t bring your soccer ball on our date.”
And we laughed together.
“C’mon, don’t downplay it. Are you still hurt?”
No. I’ve healed - i whispered to myself.
“No, i guess not.”
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