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[hr][hr]Savannah was on cloud 9. Her heart was still beating at a mile a minute as she sat on the bleachers, and that was a good 5 minutes after talking to Trevor. Just the thought of him asking [i]her[/i] out made the redhead blush a deep shade of crimson and made her all giggly. Josie had left for work, leaving the girl alone to gaze at the team, and more specifically, at a certain boy. Dreamily, she looked back out onto the field, and although there were probably 50 people there, all she could focus on was red hair peeking out from a helmet in the center. 

Savvy was smitten, that was for sure.

Pulling out her notebook, she began writing down some additional notes for the article, regarding the team’s winning streak, info about Coach Moss etc. Little things like that would make the article much more interesting to read for the rest of the school (even though she very well knew that most people wouldn’t even graze it). Football was huge back in Texas, but it seemed to matter a great deal more here at BHHS. Everyone was in tune with the team, and the stands seemed to be filled to the brim at each and every game. Hell, they even added a second season during the spring because it was so popular. The redhead noted the comparisons and differences in her writing.

Sav was looking forward to typing this all out on her laptop later, mostly because she couldn’t wait to listen to her interview with Trevor. [i]Especially[/i] since she accidentally didn’t stop recording at the end and got the part where he asked her out; she’d probably play it over and over again until Friday. She couldn’t believe her luck. 

Savannah let her eyes wander up to the field again, momentarily ceasing her writing. She watched as the football team ran one of their plays, easily picking out Trevor again in the sea of identical uniforms. Sav noticed him glance over in her direction, and the mere idea of him looking for her in the stands made the girl’s stomach fill with butterflies. However, it was at that very moment that Trevor was brutally [i]thrown[/i] to the ground by another player. The girl gasped audibly, instinctively jumping up to her feet and running down a couple of steps, pressing herself up against the chain fence of the bleachers. 

[color=crimson][b]“Oh my god, Trevor-”[/b][/color] She fretted, her heartbeat picking up once again. The mere thought of her crush getting injured sent the redhead into a spiral of what ifs, and she anxiously waited for him to stand up and walk it off. But he stayed down [i]too long[/i] for Sav’s liking which made her worry even more than she already had been. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Sav let the breath she had been holding in escape from her mouth once she saw Trevor stand up, but still, something didn’t seem right. Savvy knew that a tackle like that wasn’t normal, [i]especially[/i] in tryouts. It was when the offender took off his helmet, revealing his identity, that Sav realized that something was definitely wrong. Squinting to see what was happening, a scuffle started to become apparent to the girl as she watched her crush push [i]Jacob[/i] back.

Served him right for what he said earlier.

The argument seemed to be getting more heated. What was going on? The redhead was absolutely frozen in her spot against the fence, darting her eyes around to find someone to break up the altercation. Coach Moss seemed to be doing nothing, and the cheerleaders were too busy running tryouts to notice. By the time Savannah looked back at the two players, she caught the glimpse of Jacob looking behind him… towards [i]her[/i]? He then seemed to be backing away, but for some reason, Trevor wasn’t having it. It would have been nice to know what they were feuding about because it quickly became a brawl.

Fists were flying, helmets were pulled off, and Sav couldn’t help but cringe and look away, unable to bear the sight of a fight. Screams of anguish made her heart drop to the floor, making her feel so helpless from the stands. Although she and Trevor were [i]far[/i] from being an item, and she knew that this was only the very beginning of a possible thing, she cared [i]deeply[/i] about his safety and wellbeing. It wasn’t until she heard the whistle of Coach Moss that she looked back- Jacob was literally on top of Trevor glaring at him, and if looks could kill, her date on Friday would have been [i]quickly[/i] canceled. The Coach seemed to be reprimanding them, which caused the two boys to untangle from each other and stand on two feet, beginning to run laps around the field.

Savvy figured that Trevor would be too worked up after the interaction, and probably wouldn’t want her watching him suffer, so she retreated, grabbing her things and walking down the steps of the bleachers. She [i]knew[/i] he wasn’t the type to get in a fight over something, which was the most confusing part, causing her to wonder what it was he got so angry about. Plus, after what she’d seen, she didn’t know whether she should act like it never happened or check on him. Settling for the latter, she sent him a simple text. 

[i][color=crimson][b]Hey, it’s Sav. Hope you’re okay, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know![/b][/color][/i]

Stopping at the base of the stairs, Savvy took one last look out onto the field. She silently hoped that whatever he was so passionate about that caused him to get into a full-on brawl, would parallel the passion she’d hope he’d feel towards her one day.