the enemies, adam banks.

chapter nine.

CHAPTER NINE,
fionas pov

"are you okay?" adam was out of breath.

"yeah i'm fine." i lied trying to hold back my tears from strolling down my face.

adam looked down at my right arm and saw a huge red mark on wrist where mcgill had twisted.

"did he do that to you?" he questioned.

"yeah." i frowned , trying not to look him directly in the eyes.

"let's get back to our seats before i hurt him again." he said placing his hand into mine.

i look down at our fingers intertwined with each other's as i tried to hide the fact that i was limping.

we got back to our seats where our team was cheering for our favorite team since they scored.

"what took you so long?" coach bombay asked.

we both turned our heads towards an aisle away where larson and mcgill were sitting back down in their seats.

mcgill then put up his fingers acting like he had a gun in his hand while larson just looked angry since he is weak.

"what happened?" connie yelled.

adam highered my arm to show them the huge red mark that was forming into dry skin.

"did that cake eater do that to you?" jesse yelled jumping up from his seat.

"yeah he pushed her into the wall and held her down." adam spoke for me.

jesse started to push through the team towards mcgill and larson.

"fighting isn't going to solve the problem!" coach bombay yelled towards jesse.

"he's not worth it jesse." peter rolled his eyes.

"we will just have to get him in the game." karp said.

"you guys don't have to do anything." i yelled.

i really did not want any of my other team mates getting hurt because of me.

"yes we do. he hurt you." guy said.

"guys can't hurt girls only in hockey." tammy stated the truth.

"like peter said , he isn't worth our time." i said.

tammy was right but i just can not see anymore fighting.

"yes he is fiona." fulton exclaimed.

i knew that they were not going to listen to me if i said no so i decided to say yes.

"okay okay. we still have to win though." i fake smiled.

"you're going down cake eater." jesse yelled across the aisle towards mcgill and larson.

"yeah right duck!" mcgill yelled back.

"we are going to win." charlie cheered.

the rest of the team cheered while i stood there in a lot of pain from the hit.

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