You walked past the basketball courts. There was already a crowd of girls at the door, and you stood by them for a moment. But a ball flew out, slamming into the side of your head.

Before you could fall, a strong hand grabbed your arm and then pulled you up. When you looked up, it was Malik, the team's best player and forward. “Shit, are you good?” He put his hand on the small of your back and led you away from the courts, “I’ll walk you to the nurse. You should get an ice pack.”