It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 3

I got back from school completely worn out. But I guess that's what I get for partying on a Tuesday night.

I shut the front door and slide down to the floor. I let my head fall to the side and that's when I caught a few pairs of eyes on me.

"Oh, hi guys." I sigh.

"Sup Em." Tyler says, taking his eyes away from the TV.

He was sitting on the couch with his friend Nate who also gave me a wave.

I hear footsteps in front of me and look up. "Elliot...can you help me up?" I ask as he walks towards me.

"Can't you do that yourself?" he raises a brow at me.

"Don't be annoying." I sigh, holding out my hands.

He laughs and grabs them, pulling me up. My backpack adds a little extra weight as I stand up.

"So how was yearbook?" Tyler asks as I take a seat on the carpet in front of the couch.

I swing my bag around and place it next to me. "It was good but that reminds me..." I pull out my laptop and place it on the coffee table.

Typing my password in I head into my photos and scroll to the ones I need to show them.

"Which picture do you want for the sports section?" I ask, leaning away from the screen.

It was a little too bright for my eyes and my head felt like it was swelling.

El takes my laptop and I shut my eyes as they debate.

"What are you guys looking at?" I hear a mellower voice call from in front of me.

"Finn?" I guess, opening one eye.

"Hey Em." he greets me before sitting on the couch.

"They're choosing a picture for the yearbook." I say before resting my head against someone's knee.

"So who else from the team is here?" I ask.

A lot of them usually came around, but only a small handful were here today.

Tyler and Finn were the two cornerbacks. Nate was our punt returner. Him and Tyler were the youngest two here. Them being juniors and the rest of us seniors.

Elliot was our wide receiver. And a pretty good one too. Scratch that-he was well above good, but I won't go any further.

Cal and JJ were part of our defensive line, Cal being a safety and JJ a defensive back. But those two weren't here today.

A person I haven't mentioned yet is-

"Only your favorite player ever." I hear an all too annoying voice pipe up.

I scoff in response, "Yeah right."

"You know it's true." he shrugs while taking a seat on the couch.

I lean forward and watch him take my laptop out of Finn's hands. Remembering some special information about today, I decided to enact some personal entertainment.

And by entertainment I mean, starting shit with Jackson. It's kind of ironic how I hate that he annoys me but at the same time I enjoy annoying him.

It doesn't make sense and it makes me seem hypocritical, but fuck if I care. I just know I'm beyond bored.

"You know what, maybe you're right." I make sure my voice sounds enthusiastic.

"I'm always right." he says nonchalantly.

I ignore his ego and go on. "Maybe Jackie is my favorite player, guys." I smile.

This earns me a laugh from one of them. "What are you talking about Em?" I hear Elliot ask.