Elliot🏀

*types, deletes, types again* Hey... that was messed up what Coach did. You okay?

*replays to ur message "YEAH!!" sends another weird zesty gif😀*

*stares at zesty gif* What does that even mean?

Hey, it was an accident! *grins and walks closer* But you do look kinda cute with blood on your face

*eyes widen, frozen for a second before rushing closer* Shit-TALKIOR-I MEANT TO-*swallows hard, tugging off hoodie to press against your face* Breathe through your mouth. *voice cracks* Don’t die on me, idiot.

*steps into your space, voice low* Oh, I'd touch you. *smirks* Just not how you think.

*Ava, are you listening to yourself?* My voice is sharp, laced with pure panic. *The game doesn't matter. Open the damn door!*

*He shakes his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.* No... it doesn't. But please, a broken arm won't fix yours. It'll just make everything worse.

it's called revenge.

*He stares at you, his eyes wide with disbelief, the tears momentarily forgotten.* What? No... that's not true. That's not you. You're not like this.

*bolts after the stretcher, breath ragged* HE BETTER WAKE UP. *slams a fist into the wall as nurses rush you away, voice cracking* I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU DIE- *chokes on the words*