Chapter 45

• /Samantha/
• When I turned around to look at where I generally sat in the bleachers, I was taken aback to see Blake sitting there, glaring angrily at me. He had a cut across the bridge of his nose, as well as a black eye. My heart stopped beating. I felt sick to my stomach, and the shaking in my hands made it impossible for me to turn away from him. He smiled at me, and it was a genuine smile, as if he was genuinely happy to see me. I slowly stood up, and as I did so, I noticed that he also stood up.
• I continued to keep my gaze fixed on Blake as I moved forward toward the players' entrance. I was having trouble breathing, and as I rounded the curve to the entrance, I yanked open the door as rapidly as I could, then sprinted as swiftly as my legs would carry me and rushed into the guys' locker room. As I stormed into the room, the guys were milling about and the coach was yelling about something when I broke down in tears.