Title: Foul Play
Prompt: soccer
Word Count: 278
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
A/N: Is silly. So sue me.
"You hid me in duh nosed!" Ten seconds before this pained, angry outburst erupted from the downed blonde, she had been taking part in a harmless game of soccer. Which had gone terribly awry as soon as the ball had landed at Samantha McPherson's feet.
"I'm sorry!" Sam knelt beside her and grabbed Brooke's wrist to pull her hand from her nose. "It was an accident!" Brooke glared at her from over her fingers. If the glint she'd seen in Sam's eyes milliseconds before the attack was anything to judge by, 'accident' had no place in the reporter's vocabulary today. She revelled in the satisfaction she felt when she allowed Sam to pull her hand away and watched the brunette pale when she saw the blood smearing Brooke's palm and fingers.
"McQueen? You okay?" Brooke's watery eyes never left Sam as she nodded in response to the teacher's question. "You're bleeding." Sam groaned, letting Brooke's hand go and lifting her own to rub her forehead. "McPherson, take her to the nurse." Sam stood and clumsily helped Brooke to her feet.
"You're going to slap an assault charge on me, aren't you?" The fact that Brooke could now feel her nose beginning to swell was the only thing that stopped her from smiling.
"That depends on if you decide to try out the 'when boys hit girls, it means they like them' theory on me again." Sam rolled her eyes and shoved Brooke's shoulder with her own.
"Shut up."
"You're not exactly subtle, you could have just come out and said it."
"Shut up!"
"I mean really, your coy glances are everyone else's equivalent of lusting bedroom eyes."
"Brooke!"