Page 33 of Quarterback Crush
“Um, sure,” she said, “thanks Oliver. These will be great for yearbook.”
I huffed and stormed away, finally taking out my phone. My heart surged as I read the text from Maya:I’m okay, just waiting for x-ray results.
Heading to my car, I dialed her number, surprised that she wasn’t picking up. Unless she was talking to the doctor now. I was in two minds, unsure whether I should drive home to eat before heading to Adam’s house to celebrate, or go to the hospital. I wanted to be with the team, but the lure of seeing Maya was too strong.
The good thing about Snow Ridge was that it was small and going to the hospital, although across town, was only a ten minute drive. I’d check on Maya and then join the team.
I’d been to the ER numerous times, if not for my own injuries then that of my teammates. Spencer had twisted his knee tonight, but he’d iced and braced it, and Jon had reinjured his wrist, but neither of them had been serious enough for a hospital visit.
Striding up to the doors, I broke into a fast walk when I saw Maya and her mother coming down the corridor. Maya was wearing a walking boot and using crutches.
“Maya,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” Shock was written all over her face. “Were you hurt?”
“What? No, I’m fine,” I said. “I’m here to see if you’re okay.”
“Congratulations! I hear it was a great win,” chimed in Mrs. Shelton.
“Thanks,” I said, turning back to Maya, “I’m so sorry you had a fall. I didn’t find out till after the game.”
“I’ll go bring the car up to the door,” Mrs. Shelton said, nodding at us.
Maya nodded back but didn’t say anything until her mom had left. “You don’t have to be here, you know. You should be with the team.”
“The team can wait,” I said. “I’m your boyfriend...I wanted to check on you. What did the doctor say?”
“Fakeboyfriend,” she clarified with a little giggle. “It’s just a sprain. Nothing’s broken.”
“That’s a relief, but what actually happened?”
“Emily slipped on the field and I landed wrong.”
“Why were you guys even doing a pyramid? In the rain?” It was the same question I’d asked Savannah.
Maya shrugged and she paused and adjusted her crutches. “I wish I hadn’t missed the game.”
“I wish you hadn’t either,” I said, standing aside to let her through the automatic opening door. “How long do you have to wear the boot?”
“At least two weeks,” she said, and there was genuine regret in her voice. “I’ll miss the final.”
We stopped on the curb and I gently touched her shoulder. “But you’ll still be there, right?”
“Of course,” she said. “Hey, you should go be with the team.”
“Yeah.”
A small blue hatchback slowed and I was a little surprised by Mrs. Shelton’s choice of car. It looked like a typical high school girl’s car. I opened the passenger door and taking her crutches, I steadied her.
“Hey, take it easy,” I whispered, bending to kiss her softly on the lips. For the second time, Maya looked shocked, and I murmured, “Boyfriend stuff. Your mom’s watching.”
But as I said, “Call you later,” and closed her door, the tingle lingering on my lips revealed one thing—I might be her fake boyfriend but there was nothing fake about our kisses.
Chapter 13
MAYA
Limping along on crutches, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw Oliver striding down the hallway because there could be no way he’d be at the hospital after such a momentous victory. Unlesshewas injured. But at the pace he was moving, it didn’t appear he was.
