Saving Ava Collins

•Chapter 3•

Melissa Ordway as Isabella Hampton^^

Mason's pov

I watched as Ava walked away, all I wanted to do was run up to her; hold her against me and never let her go. These quick feelings for her felt a bit extreme, I barely knew the girl.

She looked so sad, I felt like I couldn't do anything about it.

She probably thought that I was just like one of those assholes on the football team.

When I saw those cuts on Ava's wrist, I felt speechless. My brain was trying to make up what to say or do.

She never seemed to like me very much, sometimes during class I stared at how her bottom lip curled under her front teeth when she was really focused on her work and how cute she looked in those sweaters she would wear.

I know it's strange that I have noticed these little things about Ava but I couldn't help myself, she's beautiful.

I was hoping to use the worksheets that we were working on as an excuse to hang out and get to know her more after school but it seemed like I was not going to see her for the rest of the day however I decided that I was definitely going to be talking to her tomorrow, whether she liked it or not.

I made my way to the field after Ava left to see coach throwing hard glares at me.

"Sanders.. Tell me son, how long does it take to finish eating?" He asked sarcastically.

"Sorry sir." I mumbled.

"Listen Mason you've showed me that you have a lot of skill, but you still need to prove to me that your not the old mason from your old school."

"I promise, you won't be disappointed."

He gave me a firm pat on the back.

"Now,  join the rest of the boys on the track." He pointed to all the boys huddled into a group.

As I jogged my way to my teammates, my mind wondered back to what coach said.

At my last school I was very different from how I am now, I was always getting myself into so many unnecessary fights and barely attended school. I also drank a lot and smoked with my best friend and some other guys that I honestly didn't know.

But one day things changed when one of my fights went to the extreme of someone actually going unconscious and that's when my preppy private school had enough, no amount of money my dad continued to bribe them with was enough to cover up my actions and to keep me from getting expelled.

One day my dad sat me down and asked me what was wrong and why I was acting up, we talked and ever since then we've gotten closer.

He reminded me of the moments when I loved football and that's the day I decided to start playing again, It was like whenever I played I was escaping from everything around me.

My dad was not like the cliche rich dads that forces their kids to be just like them, he actually cared about what my interests and hobbies were but he started working a lot and I barely got to see him as a kid but now we've learned to cooperate and balance.

As for my mom, we were very close she could be quiet at times but she was always there for me when needed.

From then on I started to work on my GPA so that I could get myself into a decent college and kick off my career as a football player.