Chapter 33

Averys POV

"What the fuck?" I practically yelled. Again with the shaking. I was having a great nap, why couldn't people just let me sleep. I raised my head to see Sara standing over me.

"Oh, sorry." I muttered. I rested my head back on the tables so I was looking up at her. She looked pretty today. She was just in jeans and a long sleeve basketball t-shirt. But she looked pretty. She didn't say anything she just sat down and ran her fingers through my hair. She was being weird.

"What period is it?" I asked.

"Fifth." She said quietly and not really looking at me. We had Kris in that class. She fucking told her. I put my head on my arm so my face was covered.

"Kris told you didn't she." It came out muffled and irritated but she heard it.

"Yeah. She did. But I made her." She was still scratching my head.

"As if that makes it any better." I said still facing the desk.

I didn't feel like talking anymore. I just wanted today to be over. I had to take Lucas to this morning at 6 o'clock. He didn't even bother to ask mom to take him. He just woke me up and said he had to go. After I dropped him off, he turned around to wave goodbye. He's starting to look so much like my dad. I ended up crying the whole way back to the house.

The bell ringing took me out of my trance. I pulled out my phone and texted Ollie to tell his mom I was in the library working on a project. To my surprise Sara didn't move a muscle. She just sat there, staring at me. Her eyes were full of pity and sadness. I hated it. It made me so angry. I couldn't explain it. I hated people looking at me that way. Like I was some sad puppy that had been kicked around and left in the rain. But at the same time the look made me sad. Everything just hurt. I got up not grabbing anything and walked out the doors to the bathroom. As soon as I walked into the bathroom there was no fighting it. I sat on the bench that was there, rested my head in my hands and just cried. I didn't even hear the door open. I only looked up when I felt someone next to me. It was Sara. I wrapped my arms around her and she held me tight. I cried into her shoulder and we stayed like that until I was done.

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I was right. The bus ride sucked. I was freezing my ass off and everyone was so damn loud that I could still hear them through my beats. I sat in the back of the bus with Sara. Kris was in front of us sitting my herself. Every now and then she would look back at me. It was annoying. Sara kept looking at her phone. I looked over her shoulder to see who she was texting. Of all people it was Kris. They were talking about me. I just rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the seat and went to sleep until we got there.

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Watching the Jv game was torture. Our Jv girls were doing terrible. They couldn't pass for shit and they couldn't make a single shot. And thats because Anchorage sucked. I just put my headphones on and turned the music up as loud as it would go. We were sitting in the bleachers, Kris and Sara were watching me like I was some sort of prisoner. Kara kept looking at me too. I just gave her a dirty look when she looked back at me again. She didn't turn around after that. A couple minutes later I got a text from Ollie asking if I was alright because Kara said I seemed off. God I wish everyone would just fuck off. Since the boys were playing here too I went to go find Lucas. Neither Sara or Kris said anything as I got up and walked down the stairs of the bleachers, but I could feel them watching me. I don't know what they were worried about. I'm fine. At least I will be when today is over.

When I found Lucas he was sitting in the bleachers with some of his friends in other gym. He was watching the freshman boys play. They weren't doing as bad, they were actually winning 27-15. I walked up the bleachers and sat down next to him.

"Hey." I said as I sat down.

"I thought you were with Sara watching the Jv girls?" He asked

"I was but the girls suck and Sara was getting on my nerves." I said just staring out at the game as one of our guys stole the ball and went in for a lay up. The whole 20 people in the crowd cheered. No one really cared about freshman except their parents.

"I get it." He said as he put his arm around me. We watched the game for a couple minutes in silence. There wasn't really much to say. At the end of the third quarter the rest of his team on the bleachers started to get up with their stuff.

"I have to go to the locker room and get ready. Mom should be here in a little bit to see our games. Are you riding the bus home?" He asked as he grabbed his bag.

"I don't know yet, but I'll text you after the game." I said waving. I sat and watched as the boys scored point after point. After about 10 minutes got a text from Sara saying that Braddock wanted us in the locker room already. I got up, put my headphones back on and headed to the locker room.

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At half time we were down by 6 points and I couldn't make a single shot. I sat on the wooden bench and just focused on my shoes. My left shoe was tied tighter than my right. It was bothering me. I reached down and untied my right then tied it tighter. When I looked up again Braddock was all yelling about how shitty we were playing. I looked back down at my shoes. Now my shoes felt too tight, so I united them both and retied them again a little looser. By then Braddock was done yelling and told us to get on the court and have some fun. Times up I guess. As we walked back onto the court my shoes felt too loose. Nothing I could do about it now.

The girl guarding me was number 15. She was being a pain in the ass. Every time I got the ball she would be so up on me that if I moved wrong I would get a foul for pushing her. I had 2 fouls already because of her. Kris was at the top of the key with the ball. Sara and I were at the wings. Kris called a play and so I ran down to the box, looped around Kristina and went out to the three point line for Kris to pass me the ball. When she did throw the ball to me she threw it too short so I had to run up to catch it. As I did I set my feet and turned to shoot a 3 pointer. In the air I could feel the shot, it was a good one. It was going in. As I landed number 15 was right under me. I came down and my foot landed on hers and I heard a pop and a scream passed my lips. Next thing I know I'm on the floor with a shooting pain radiating from my ankle. I looked down at my ankle to make sure there was nothing sticking up or hanging. When I realized there wasn't I tried to get up. By that time Braddock and the other teams coach had already gotten to me. I looked over to the sideline to see my mom standing there to make sure I was okay. I just waved at her to let her know I was okay and that she didn't need to come on the court. She just gave me a small smile and nodded.

"I'm fine. Just let me up." I said. Braddock just watched struggle to my feet on one foot, and continued to watch me as I tried to take a step. When I did a sharp pain shoot through my right ankle and I fell forward. Braddock caught me by the arm and kept me from falling completely.

"Come on, let's get you checked out." He sighed as he and the Anchorages coach helped me to the bench.

"Can I at least get some free throws?" I asked sarcastically as we hobbled to the bench. Braddock just rolled his eyes. Sara was watching from the court as we hobbled. I'm actually glad she didn't try to help. As I sat down Braddock put in Ana for me and I rolled my eyes. We were about to lose even worse now. When the game started again the trainer came over to me and started to check out my ankle.

"Just wrap it please. I need to go back in." She just looked up at me and nodded. She put her fingers in between my shoe and sock.

"The problem is your shoes aren't tight enough. I can fit my finger in between your sock and shoe." I wanted to laugh.

"Well I guess I know for next time." I replied. She took off my shoe and sock and not gently I might add, then wrapped it. By the time she was done the third quarter was already over. When the team came back for the huddle Sara came straight for me and asked how I was.

"I'm fine. I just need to get back on the court." Sara just looked at the wrapping on my ankle and nodded. Kris didn't even come up to me. She just gave me a questioning thumbs up and I gave it back.

"You good to go four?" I heard Braddock ask as he looked up at the score board. 47-39.

"I'm good. Put me in." I said. Ana had already given them at least three steals. I needed go back in.

"Alright lemme see. Run to the other side of the court and back." I physically groaned but not loud enough for anyone except Sara to hear it. But I ran anyways and it hurt like hell but I did it.

"Alright you're going in Avery for Ana." He went on to to tell us the play and everything else we needed to hear. The rest of the game was a bust. I'm the fastest one on the team but with a bum ankle I couldn't do shit. It hurt so much to even walk but I stayed in. We ended up losing by 8 points. It pissed me off too because this Anchorage was a terrible team. At the end I had to hav Sara help me walk off the court. She didn't give me shit for going back in, although she probably should have, she just wrapped her arm around my back and helped me walk to give the high fives.

"So tell me the truth," she started as we hobbled back to the bench so i could sit down.

"how bad does it hurt?"With that question I just laughed.

"It hurts really fucking bad. I'm pretty sure its super swollen." I laughed and so did she.

"Great fucking day." I laughed.

"Come on, let's get you some ice for the ride home."

"Okay, but don't let go. I can't do this on my own." Sara just kissed my cheek.

"I'm serious, I'll fall." I just got a look as we made our way back to the bus.