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In my mind, what Saza's telling me now sounds like a downer, as if I'll never actually be close to Sami.
“No! I’m not backing down. I'm not a coward like you!” I narrow my eyes and the idea that Saza is completely ignoring me, maybe because of Manasseh, given that she likes him and might have caught me hanging around him more lately, only frustrates me more.
“Do whatever you want, Becca,” Saza tries to pass me, but I trip and end up taking a hard fall.
I feel like crying. My knee starts to bleed and the palms of my hands sting. I clench my teeth as the burning sensation in my knee makes my eyes water.
I'm pathetic, crying from a fall, and I'm overwhelmed by the voices around me that are swarming around me.
“Hey, are you okay?” Sean, the soccer team captain who's always admired Sami, kneels in front of me, noticing my bleeding wound, and he looks around for something to stop the bleeding but finds nothing since we're on the track, near the other soccer field.
“I'm not,” I close my eyes and a noise grabs my attention as the others' eyes are drawn like magnets to Sami.
He jumps over the fence like a pro climber and runs toward me.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” Sami shouts, shoving Sean, who falls onto his butt in confusion.
Moving fast, he tries to tear a piece from his shirt to use as a bandage, but he fails and eventually takes off his shirt. Just like that, everyone seems shocked, and whispers fill the air as all eyes are fixed on Samael with a mixture of disgust, shock, and fear.
“Whoa!” a guy exclaims, covering his mouth. “What the hell is that?” His words pull everyone's attention even tighter on Samael's back.
Blushing, Sami ignores everyone else and focuses on wrapping my knee.
“I... didn't do anything,” Sean tries to stand up, but Manasseh appears behind him like a cocky rooster and shoves him again, using only his chest.
Things are about to get out of hand, just like it happened with Robby back in fifth grade.
“Give me your jacket and get lost!” Manasseh's losing his cool, and I feel a chilling shiver race down my spine.
With quick motions, Sean takes off his jacket and hands it to Manasseh, who drapes it over Samael's shoulders. His expression is static, and the air becomes heavy. I'm stunned. It's the first time I've seen Manasseh do something kind for Samael.
“Does it hurt?” Sami asks me, concerned.
“Who the fuck did this?” Manasseh howls, shooting hostile glares at everyone surrounding us.
Things will end up bad if I don’t do something now.
“It’s no one's fault,” I raise my voice and catch Manasseh freezing up, while Sami's taking care of my knee, using his clean white shirt to cover the wound.
“I’m sorry Becca. I didn't mean to shove you,” Saza covers her mouth, and when Manasseh's eyes land on her, I see her starting to shake, going pale like she just saw the Devil.
“What's with all this drama?” The coach comes over and spots me on the ground, with Sami's shirt wrapped around my knee.
“I tripped and fell, but I'm good,” I force a smile, but it's not fooling anyone.
The coach kneels and checks my wound.
“Does it hurt if I do this?” he gently presses above my kneecap.
“Yes,” I whimper, and just for a moment, my world narrows down to Manasseh, who's on the verge of exploding.
Samael's here, but I can't see or hear him, because my concern for Manasseh is overpowering my usual euphoric feelings of love. I wanna slap myself to snap out of it.
My positive emotions are overshadowed by the negative ones.
Good is defeated by Evil right now.
“We should head to the infirmary,” the coach gets up, reaching his hand out to help me up, but I ignore him.
