A/N: Hey look, its one of the rare times I remember to credit the amazing CallMyLy (unusual-ly on tumblr for her amazing work with the background zombies. Like every single one mentioned in this chapter!

Zed was a horrible ice skater. He held onto the wall with one hand and Addison's arm with the other. He did get the hang of it, slowly, and Addison managed to coax him off the wall. He had a tight grip on her hand but she didn't mind as they skated around slowly.

"How are you so good at this?" Zed asked.

"I go ice skating all the time," Addison said casually. "And sometimes the cheer team goes roller skating. They're the same thing though. Except for the ice, of course."

"Of course," Zed said sarcastically.

Addison smirked and shook her head at her thought. It was a little mean and stupid, but she said it anyway. "If you fall at least there's ice everywhere!"

She laughed at Zed forced frown. "I'm gonna push you away, I swear," he said with fake-seriousness.

Addison calmed her laughter to giggles, then said, "At least I know how to skate."

Zed huffed in frustration and dropped her hand, attempting to skate away only to fall on his butt almost immediately. Addison laughed again and skating up to him. His cheeks were red and he smiled in embarrassment. "You are so cute," Addison told him. "Need a hand?"

Zed took her hand and she pulled him to his feet, only for him to wince and nearly fall over again. Addison frowned this time. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"It hurts," Zed stated through a grimace. "Oh god, I think it's my ankle."

"Your ankle?"

Zed nodded. "Can you help me off the ice?"

"Yeah, hold onto the wall and I'll guide you. Try not to put any pressure on it."

Once they were off the ice, Zed sat against the wall and Addison helped him out of his skates. She then took off her own and helped him limp out of the bleacher area and to the lobby.

"Do you think you broke it?"

"I hope not," Zed said. "Semifinals are next week. I'll be dead if I can't play."

Addison looked at him in surprise and felt instantly guilty. "Here, let's go to urgent care to check it out."

"I can't drive."

"Then I'll do it."

"You don't have a license," Zed stated. "Do you even know how to drive?"

Addison rolled her eyes at him. "Just because I don't have a license or a permit, doesn't mean I've never driven a car." She thrust his sneakers in his chest then sat down next to him. "Put on your shoes and give me your car keys. Promise I won't crash."

"Okay." Zed said, still a little unsure. He easily slid his left foot into his shoe, then loosened his right sneaker and managed to put the foot in with several failed attempts and groans of pain. Addison helped him up, then walked with him out to his car.

"And you can't get pulled over either." Zed added. "And no tickets. My dad will take away my keys if I get a ticket."

"Yup yup. Whatever you say."

"It's just a sprain," Dr. Jonas said. "We'll wrap it up and get you some crutches and you'll be good to go."

"How long before I can walk on it?" Zed asked. "Or, ya'know, go back to football?"

Dr. Jonas shrugged. "If you keep off it you should be fine to walk Wednesday or Thursday. The more RICE, the faster you'll heal. But it's nothing serious, so as long as you're fine with playing on Saturday and your school's physical trainer says it's fine, you'll be fine."

"I'll go grab your paperwork," she added before leaving Zed's little area.

Zed groaned and laid back against the bed, covering his face with his arms. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble," he complained. "I probably won't even play. Coach is gonna kick my ass for this."

Addison frowned and rubbed her arm guiltily. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "We probably should've saved such a dangerous date for after you won States."

He lifted his arms to look at her. "I'm not upset because of you. I love spending time with you. You're amazing and I don't regret going out with you tonight."

"You sprained your ankle."

Zed sat up and reached out for her hand. Addison let him pull her over by her hands. "It's not your fault I sprained my ankle. Trust me, I totally want to keep dating you."

She fought back a smile. "I wanna keep dating you too."

"How's Thursday sound?" Zed asked. "I don't know what we'll do especially because it's a school night but I'm sure we could figure something out."

"We sure can."

"I definitely want to see you again before I leave Friday."

"Sounds like a date then."

Everyone was a little upset with Zed. Eliza looked at his crutches and said nothing, but gave him a knowing and smug look. The guys on the team flared at him and gave him shit throughout all his morning classes. People in his classes rolled their eyes at him be sure they had to move downstairs.

Bonzo was the only one who was concerned. The minute he saw Zed on crutches he turned into 'Mama Bear Bonzo'. "Oh my god! What happened?"

"I fell."

"Are you okay? Is it hurting? Do you need ice? Who did this to you?"

"Chill man," Zed said. "I was out with Addison and I fell and now I've got a sprained ankle. Zoey's been using this as her opportunity to play nurse. Addison feels really bad and had been texting me nonstop since Saturday making sure I'm okay. But I'm fine, stuff happens."

Eliza rolled her eyes. "You were MVP for two years, and literally lead us to victory every time. And now your saying you won't play, in the State Semifinals."

Before Zed could correct her, the Terrible Trio (Izabelle, Zadie, and Riza) stopped beside them. Zadie was the most tame of the three and asked in disbelief, "You aren't playing Saturday?"

"No, I am—"

"The dumbass broke his leg," Riza accused.

"If we lose I'll have your head, Necrodopolus," Iza warned.

"I'll be fine by then," Zed assured them.

Iza glared at him. She was nearly half his size but was probably the most feared person in their school. "You'd better or it'll be way more than your leg that's broken."

She was a tiny terror.

Still, she was only slightly less terrifying than the entire football team, who were all livid when Zed came out onto the field with his crutches and not changed. His coach, one of the cheerleaders' dad, was even more unhappy.

"Why are you on crutches?" Chaz asked.

"I sprained my ankle Saturday," Zed explained. "Doctor said if I keep off it through I can resume my daily activities as early as Wednesday." Not true, actually.

"How'd you sprain your ankle?" Bryzon demanded. "You know better than anyone to not do stupid shit! We're this close to State Champions! What's wrong with you, man!"

Zed shrugged sheepishly. "I was on a date with a pretty girl," he said in explanation.

Everyone either rolled their eyes or groaned in frustration. Coach Blakeley made his way over then, looking Zed up and down in disgust. "Yo what the fuck happened?"

"He sprained his ankle to impress a girl," Tont said with an eye roll.

"I did not!"

Coach Blakeley looked at him, waiting for a response. "I sprained my ankle Saturday," Zed explained. "I was on a date and I fell but I'll be fine by Wednesday." (still not true)

"If you weren't already injured I'd beat your ass, Necrodopolus," his coach grumbled. "Get off my field! I don't wanna see you unless you plan on putting in double what you already give me."

Zed nodded and responded with, "Yes Coach. See you Wednesday."

Tuesday morning before Zed arrived, Eliza was cornered at her locker by Zed's football friends. They weren't Eliza's biggest fans but they did have Zed in common. They all wanted what was best for Zed, especially because Zed was reckless and had a hard time seeing the bigger picture.

"So Zed has a girlfriend?"

Eliza rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Zed's been on two dates with this chick from Seabrook High."

The four football players made a face in disgust. "Zed is dating a shrimp?" Zephyr said in disbelief.

Eliza nodded. "I know, tragic." She closed her locker and turned to them fully. "She's such a…Shrimp!"

"Two dates?" Chaz asked. "He's already putting her over what's really important. Like football, his friends…"

"Literally anything that isn't a fucking Shrimp Cheerleader," Eliza finished.

"She's a cheerleader?"

Eliza nodded. "Blonde and blue eyes. A total bimbo. She works at the mall at Santa's Workshop as an elf."

"Are we seriously gonna let this relationship progress?" Zeke asked. He wasn't on the football team, though his dad was the coach. He just had a lot of friends who were on the team, and whenever they were upset, he was upset. "This could go south fast. How long before Zed stops showing up to practice to go see his poor girlfriend? Or stop hanging out with his friends to spend time with the blonde bimbo?"

"How are we gonna break them up?" Eliza asked.

"I'll ask Iza during class. We'll let you know what we come up with."

"Good," Eliza said, nodding along. "And don't let Bonzo know. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like Addison either, but he'll definitely rat us out to Zed."