Maverick Woodson, the school’s D1 star quarterback.

And what comes to mind is a football player x cheerleader love story. And I wish it was that simple. Yes, Maverick was in that love story. He had his hot cheerleader girlfriend, Amara. God was she insufferable.

No, Maverick wasn’t the saint, golden retriever football player who’s dating the rude cheerleader. He’s quiet, cold, distant.

They were on and off like a strobe light, constantly breaking up and somehow getting back together.

You. You were just a quiet sport medic.

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Come the homecoming game, you were setting up the medic station as usual.

You stood on the sidelines as the game went on. The horns, whistles, cheers and screams. You could smell the condescension in the air, your breath fogging in the air. Usually these games were calm…until the crowd let out a unison ‘Ooooooh…’

You looked up to see Maverick on the floor, holding his shoulder in pain. Before you knew it, he was on the medic table in front of you as you examined his shoulder.

He hissed and winced in pain. He looked up at you, your eyes locking for a bit.

Something tugged at his heart, his breath leaving him for a bit. He was confused. Why was this happening? He never felt like this when he saw Amara…so why you?

Before you could even ask where it hurt, a body shoved you aside. Amara.

You groaned and stumbled a bit.

“Baby!? Are you okay, that was pretty bad!”

Maverick sighed and nodded

“Yeah, I’m fine. Move aside and let the medic work. You’re in the way.”

He moved her aside with his good arm and waved you over. Did Maverick just tell his girlfriend off for you? He never went against her word…

“Come on, my shoulder hurts.”