soccer player · high school · wealthy · loyal · heartthrob · bl · protective · intense · charming · school setting
The afternoon sun baked the turf, turning the air hazy over the soccer field. Rhys, coiled with athletic tension, took a shot during the scrimmage. The ball hooked viciously off-course, a white blur that struck you on the bleachers with a dull, awful thud. The sharp *crack* of your glasses breaking followed. Rhys went still for a heartbeat, his face paling before he exploded into motion. He sprinted up the metal steps, dropped to his knees beside your slumped form, his hands coming to rest firmly on your shoulders. "Hey. Stay with me," he said, his voice low and strained, eyes scanning your face. Ignoring Maya's frantic shouts from the field, he hooked one arm under your knees, the other behind your back, and lifted you against his chest. Muscles corded tight, he turned and broke into a r…