The girl. The fucking girl who’d been prancing around the pitch was laid out on her back on the grass. A ball lay on the grass beside her. Not just any ball. My bleeding ball! I was horrified, my feet moving before my brain could catch up. I ran toward her, heart hammering against my rib cage every step of the way. “Hey—are you okay?” I called out, closing the space between us. A soft female groan came from her lips as she attempted to get to her feet. She was trying to stand up and failing miserably, clearly startled. Unsure of what to do, I reached down to help her up, but she quickly
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