Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,34
of my seat. I leaned against the railing as I watched him grab his left shoulder. He was hurt. You could see it all over his face, and my stomach was in my throat as I watched him.
His dad was by his side and his mom by mine, and everyone seemed to be silent as we watched his dad grip his opposite hand and lift him to his feet.
Everyone was clapping as he walked off the field, but not me. I was ready to kill that asshole that hit him.
“Why would he do that?” I had no idea who I was asking. I was already walking down to the opposite end of the field, and I was going to give that guy a piece of my mind.
But then I looked down at the field and saw Liam jogging beside me.
“Where you going, babe?”
I pointed to the other team. “I’m going to knock some sense into that jerk.”
He laughed and that only seemed to piss me off more. “Calm down. I’m okay.”
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. He was still holding his shoulder and his arm was bent against his chest. He didn’t look okay to me.
“He hurt you.”
He was smiling, but I didn’t know what the hell he had to smile about. “It’s all right. I’m fine.”
The game was still going on behind him, but as I looked around, it seemed everyone was watching us instead of the game.
“I was going to kick his ass.” I crossed my arms which only made him grin bigger.
“I could see that.”
I didn’t see it as amusing as he did. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m sore.” He was still staring at me. “As long as you can help me get dressed, I’ll be fine.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile. “I can do that.”
He stepped closer to me, and even though he was covered in sweat and a bit of dirt, I wasn’t sure he had ever looked hotter than in that moment.
“You really pulled off the part of the worried girlfriend.” He was teasing me, and I rolled my eyes.
“I didn’t want them to think I didn’t care when I just sat there.” I shrugged my shoulders, but he knew I cared.
“Uh huh.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be winning this game for me or something?”
He looked toward the game that was winding down then back at me. “Did you happen to look at the scoreboard?”
“I did.” I pointed out to the field. “But right now I see your dad in that end zone thing with the ball. So it looks like he’s winning the game.”
“Motherfucker.” He pointed his good hand at me. “You’re still my cheerleader.”
“Of course I am.”
He walked back to where his team was celebrating. “Don’t forget it either.”
Eleven
Questions
Liam
We were back at my parents’ house, and I wasn’t sure I had ever been babied so much in my entire life. Between my mom and Brooke, you would have thought I had a concussion instead of a banged-up shoulder.
Don’t get me wrong. It hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t something that I couldn’t handle.
But the attention was still nice. Especially from Brooke.
I wasn’t sure I had ever seen her pay so much attention to anyone other than Kennedy. If I had known getting a little bit banged up was the trick to it, I would have done this the day we got here.
“I’m fine.” I pulled her down onto my lap instead of letting her check the bruising on my shoulder for the hundredth time.
She rolled her eyes, but she still wrapped an arm around my good shoulder. “I have to admit. I don’t know much about sports injuries, but I think you’re too old for this.”
I poked her in the side, and she let out a little yelp. “I’m not too old for anything.” It was a complete lie. I was definitely too old for this. “That asshole shouldn’t have hit me like that.”
“You’re damn right he shouldn’t have.” Dad sounded as pissed as Brooke was earlier.
When I saw her marching down the line of the field, I knew the little spitfire was going to cause a scene. I should have let her give that guy a piece of her mind, but I wasn’t sure I had the strength to pull her off of him with my shoulder if she went too far. And Brooke would go too far.