"Set it up, Casey, all right good -wait no! Riggin's what're you doing out there!?" Coach yelled.
I grabbed my stomach as I groaned from Tim's hard body crushing me. I was seriously black and blue and pissed off.
I stood up and grabbed my helmet, "That's freakin' it! I have put up with your bull shit for the past few days and I'm sick of it!
Okay so I'm a football player so you have every right to treat me like you do everyone else but it seems to me that I'm the only
one getting my ass handed to me on a daily basis! So why don't you stop trying to physically harm me and get your shit together!"
Everyone was looking at me now. Probably that's the most I've said at once since I've been here.
I looked down awkwardly and then put my helmet back on. Tim just narrowed his eyes at me.
"Alright set it up one more time for Casey." Coach said, clearly ignoring my outburst.
One of the guys kneeled down, holding the ball with the tip of his fingers. I set up for the kick and let out all my pent up
agression on the ball. It strode clear into the end zone. I was pissed as I grabbed my gym bag and strode into the girls locker room.
I was wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts as I took a deep breath and sat on the bench. There was a knock on the door.
Tears stung my eyes as I tried to catch a breath, the pain shooting from my stomach was killing me. I grabbed paper towel and tried to stop the bleeding on my stomach.
Tim sauntered in and looked at me, "I don't like you."
My eyes widened as I grabbed for my underarmour, "Get out!"
Was this guys seriously going to just walk in here and think he can intimidate me?
His eyes wandered over my physic, where bruises were already forming over my abdomen, with a blistering gash bleeding out. I grabbed him and turned him around.
"No let me explain." He said grabbing my arm, "I don't like you because you come in here and you think that you a girl so you can just pull
whatever kind of shit you want and I'm not gonna let you get away with that. I don't mind you being a female football player, I respect you even
but don't come onto this field and think you can be a one man team-"
I narrowed my eyes as I stretched the black, long-sleeve shirt over my head.
"Hold on." I gave a bitter laugh, "Ever since I've gotten here every single person has given me shit about this and I'm going to set this straight.
Men they look at me as if I disgrace the game the second I walked onto the field. What makes you so much better than me? The fact that you have
a penis? And no this isn't what it's about! Girls and women they look at me like sometime of hero, someone whose speaking up for everyone. But you know
what? I don't understand any of this. I don't expect a lot from everyone, I don't ask for a lot and I don't expect an award for being modest but if there's one
thing in this world that I take pride in is my skill when it comes to football. I do it because I fell in love with the game, not to prove a point. So think about that."
He stood there speechless. I wasn't done though.
"And for the record I work twice as hard as you do on that field so if you stopped trying to kick my ass, that would help our game... a lot." I said.
He stood there and stared at me.
"That's what I thought." I shook my head.
I walked out and ended up running into Julie, leaning against her car.
"Oh sorry Julies." I shook my head. I winced and grabbed for my stomach.
"What happened to you? You look like crap..." Julie said, lifting up the top of my shirt.
"Oh Jesus Christ, Casey. You can't be serious." Julie whisper-yelled as she ran a gentle finger across my stomach.
"Will you just -shh!" I said as I pulled my shirt down.
"Serious about what?" Mrs. Taylor asked as she approached us, car keys in hand.
"Nothing-"
"This is not nothing." Julie said as she lifted up my shirt.
"Oh my God, sweetheart are you alright?" Mrs. Taylor asked, "I think we're going to have to take you to the hospital."
"No really, it's fine. It's just a little cut." Even as I said the words I knew it was a lie. I was just trying to save Riggin's ass.
"Don't be stupid." Julie said and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the car.
I sighed, Dash was not going to be happy about this.

"Casey!" Dash said, storming in, "What happened are you alright?"
"I'm fine Dash, calm down." I said.
I was sitting on one of those beds for the patient's, swinging my feet back and forth.
"Doc is she alright?" Dash asked, gripping my arm.
"I'm sorry, you are?" He asked.
"I'm her legal guardian." He said.
"Oh right then," The doctor said, "Well she just suffered some bruising, a nasty cut. But we cleaned it up, put some antiseptic on it and she can be well on her way."
"She should be feeling some pain." He continued, "So I recomend a few days rest until it doesn't hurt as bad. I can give her some pain killers and she should be ready to play on Friday."
"Alright, thank you." Dash said as he helped me down. I winced as I got up and started walking.
"Such a football town." He muttered, "All he can think about is football despite the fact that you got plowed over by a three hundred pound football player-"
I rolled my eyes and interupted him with a scuff, "I'm fine, get over it. I'm a big girl now."
"Casey your barely ninety pounds soaking wet, you shut up!" He said, "Maybe this thing wasn't a good idea-"
"No, don't even get into that." I said, eyeing him warily, "I'm exhausted, in pain and I think I'm getting my period."
The P word shut him right up and I tried grinning, wincing the sudden pain to my lip shot through me.