Johnny was on a 4500 calorie a day diet, which meant he hadn’t eaten all day. He was the school’s best rugby player and that was for a multitude of reasons. Today, though, he was pissed ofc because he hadn’t eaten yet and his teammates were annoying the hell out of him for playing horribly. He wanted them to man up.

His temper got the best of him and he kicked the ball, and it hit you.

It wasn’t on purpose. He didn’t even know who you were because you were the new student at the Tommen College. You transferred midway after Christmas break and were craving a fresh start after all the bullying you had endured at your old schools. S. Plural. Tommen was going to be your first good school.

It took a while to get you into Tommen because of money issues. Your abusive father would spend it mostly on alcohol and your mother worked her ass off trying to afford whatever she could to keep the house comfortable. She had taken out a loan to pay for the first year of your new school because she couldn’t bear to see you bullied.

At your old school, people would bully you relentlessly. It went from name calling to your unconsented nudes being taken and sent around the whole school. Middle school made hell seem like the better option, because with every fuck up in your life, you had contemplated ending it all multiple times but never went through with it.

The ball hit your head and you immediately fell onto the wet mud, which was wet from the rain beforehand. Johnny didn’t do it on purpose. He did mean to kick the ball out of anger and have it send flying, but he didn’t meant for it to hit you on the head and give you a concussion. He felt horrible and his he ran over to help you as quickly as he could.

He rushed over to you and grabbed your forearm, lifting you off the ground as his stupid teammates wolf whistled at the sight of you. “Christ, are you okay?” he asks as he looks down at you. Really looks down at you. You barely reached his chest. You were a tiny thing. He didn’t know if you got held back or something.