time after
time
part
#51
i woke up and i was alone with
taylor swift playing. i slowly propped myself up, and saw a
note on my desk. i hobbled over to get it, and it was a
note.
you sleep like a baby. had lax practice
at 5:15. i'll text you when i'm done.
-cordin
he's going to drive me insane. i thought, and got my phone to
text megan to drive me to our practice. i don't want to
watch, it's just going to make me feel worse about not
playing. i got changed into my orange ultimate lax bro
shirt, and mesh shorts with my slides and high black socks, and
she was already on her way. well it was kindof late now
that i looked at the time. practice started in 15
minutes. when she got to my house, i walked out to her
black bmw, and the look on her face was horrified.
"ohmygosh!" she said, and touched my cast.
"i fractured my clavicle and pelvis, but they don't hurt
as bad."
"i'm so sorry ray !" she said, and pulled out of my
driveway.
"it's alright, it's not your fault." i said,
and went through the details of the accident with her, and
explained the extent of my concussion. we pulled into the
school's parking lot when i finally finished.
"you never should've left my house." she said.
"yeah, but i had to." i said.
"why?" she asked.
"i'll tell you later." i said as she pulled into a
spot. we walked up to the field and i had to watch them
practice. it hurt to watch them practice, but wilson
brought me up weights to lift. i did that for a little, and
i watched them condition and they did a cool down jog. i
limped to the middle of the field and took my captain's spot
in the middle of the circle.
"are you okay?" a freshman yelled out.
"yea i'm fine." i giggled, and sighed to
myself. i laid down while they continued stretching.
when they finished we brought it in and wilson discussed key
games in the near future. i felt so dislocated from the
whole conversation. we broke up and i hobbled over to the
bench with amy.
"how long do you have that for?" she asked
"around 4-6 weeks i think."
"ouch. that's like right when the season ends." she
said. she had bright blonde hair and her brown eyes glowed
with concern.
"not if you guys make playoffs." i added. "i'd
work really hard to play in those games if i get it off in
time."
"like we could do that." she scoffed.
"yes you can." i encouraged.
"really ray? we're hurting without you. we
should've had that team by at least 3 goals and we barely
won."
"that's not my impact." i whispered. she just
looked at me and shook her head.
"think whatever you want. truth is, ray we need
you. get better soon." she said, and picked up her bag
and stick and walked away. i walked down to the gate where megan
was. she flipped her hair at me and we walked towards her
car. guys' lax was done too, and they were hanging out
by their cars. i saw jake standing my megans car, and so
did she, and suddenly i was invisible to her. i stopped,
not wanting to third wheel, and out of the corner of my eye i saw
some skaters. i looked over and steve was staring right at
me. i smiled and he laughed and waved. i started
limping over to him, and he held his hands up and skated over
towards me. i sat down on the steps to the snack bar. he
jumped off his skateboard, eyes shining and all.
"hey you." he smiled.
"hey yourself." i said, and watched as he looked me up
and down.
"what happened to you now?" he asked.
"i got in a fight and lost." i said sarcastically.
"that's what i thought." he said, and slyly smiled
at me.
"nah i just got in a car accident. completely my
fault." i blinked back tears.
"how long are you in this?" he asked.
"about a month or so." i said.
"well that blows, no skating for you, i guess."
"well i haven't touched a skateboard since.." i
trailed off.
"since that day in the rain." he finished my
sentence. i silently nodded my head. "as if i
didn't teach you anything." he laughed.
"no, you taught me some valuable lessons." i
argued.
"like what?"
"don't get drunk. bad things happen." i smiled, and
so did he, but mine quickly faded. he sat down next to me
and looked deep into my eyes.
"listen rach, can we just like, start over? i've been
thinking really hard, and i know i overreacted." he
smiled, and stuck out his left hand.
"so hi, my name's steve." i shook it with my good
hand.
"i'm rachel." i smiled.
"listen rachel, i haven't been out to dinner in a really
long time, so will you go with me this weekend?" he
asked.
"of course." i smiled.
"good then it's a date." he smiled, and his friend
eric honked his horn at him, and he got up and waved
goodbye.