#sprained my ankle just looking at this
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interesting how the tiktokers who larp as 2014 tumblr it-girl arent brave enough to bring these back
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#not art (yet!!!!)#preddy good kristen I got goin on in this piece#for some reason my brain isnt letting me do this one. been stalling on it for a good few days. but I intend to break thru it#I need to put this on paper at least once#(its space sweepers. I think it would be funny if the kids are in that universe too but theyre just like off to the side doing their own#thing pretty much unrelated to the main plot. theyre delivery people. theyre all still teens. they get up to shenanigans and then#one day they look up like huh the guy who founded eden fucking died?? when#kristen specifically I got a decent amount hashed out in my brain somehow. she's like an engineered messiah with a grafted engine#along her upper body skeleton that'd let her spontaneously rearrange objects on a molecular level#so she can theoretically knit wounds or cure diseases by thinking abt it very hard#sadly the engine of course takes enormous amount of energy to power. so most of the time in practice she just#has a half-metal skeleton that doesn't do anything. so she's buff as shit on the upper side and one of her punches can break your neck#but her mobility is limited and she sprains her ankles like every other week. her shins have broken like a few times#I genuinely love the way her shoes n braces look in this one its very fun#there are a lot of choices I made in this one that are so fun and also just like. a result of putting them in space sweepers#and thinking to myself here and there hey this would be cool if it harkens back to their canon designs#not riz tho other than being human he is fully exactly like how he looks in canon. hes just like that#hes the navigator and he charts their courses by hand with a school calculator#(also technically their legal counselor since he's sorta responsible for not putting them in traffic control's hands)#drawing this does make me realise a lot of these dynamics are really fun lol. idk if Im gonna ever do anything like proper for this but#at the very least if I draw this the idea will be out there)
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getting back on my drawing slowly but surely ^^ here's an aleena
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sth aleena#aleena the hedgehog#sorta vent in tags but its more rambling TDLR i got injured right after the other stuff lol :sob:#just a tw for xacto knives & vomitting#I probably would have gotten back sooner but I ended up having a pretty nasty accident with an Xacto knife#design students remember your xacto safety and dont end up like me#my mom says it's probably because I was distracted with other events so I wasn't paying as much attention as i should have#you always feel like they're overreacting about safety till you end up in an accident :skull:#or well#Ive been cut before with Xactos but they weren't from cutting straight against a ruler and not realizing your finger is in the way#they were mostly because of how I'd accidentally push my finger too close to the back of the knife#and circles#āGo fast with a lot of pressureā - my design teacher's instructions on straight lines... yeah. I did that.#It's kinda crazy though cause I've gotten worse injuries but HOLY FUCK#Like yeah. Spraining my ankles hurt... burns hurt... that time my elbow just decided to be unbearably painful for no reason#that last one still confuses me cause what the hell??? anyways this time was just#an actual ridiculous amount of pain for what it was#I threw up 5 times from the pain all at once... which has only ever happened before with the elbow thing#at least this was an actual reason. unlike the elbow... which I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP AND IT WAS SEARING PAIN LIKE WHAT THE HELL????#anyways#Now that it doesnt hurt as bad it's kinda neat to look at#and think about in hindsight cause it bled a lot :sob:
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I finally graduated from physical therapy for my ankle! š„³
#it's been over a year since I last sprained it#but in its defense the sprain was complicated by sprains from years ago that didn't get appropriate treatment#as well as my hypermobility#the physical therapist also came up with some exercises for maintenance#bc unfortunately I can't just be done with all ankle exercises now#hopefully eventually I can ease out of regular ankle exercises#but at least for the foreseeable future I will have to keep up my work#so that I don't backslide#(look my ankle is/was v fucked up)#speechie sucks at health#speecher speaks
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While I was gone, I finally found a gym I feel comfortable in! My dysphoria was at its lowest when I was working out, which I did from home, but I had to stop while waiting for my tattoo to heal and just couldnāt get back into the habit. I thrive in an actual gym setting, whereas being home tempts me to take it easy. But when youāre a trans enby in a small town in rural Oklahoma, your options areā¦ kinda limited.
Last month I signed up for the local family-owned gym that everyone swears by. Lesson learned: an establishment being āfamily-ownedā in the Bible Belt means you will not be welcomed as a person with tits and facial hair. That discouraged me for a while, but yesterday I decided to try the small franchise gym a short distance from my house (itās an Anytime Fitness). Andā¦ my expectations were blown out of the water.
Since most people in town go to the other gym, itās usually not too full. Everything is clean and bright and the atmosphere is very welcoming. And the best part: during my consult with the trainer, I told him outright why being in gyms makes me nervous. This buff redneck proceeds to ask for my pronouns, assure me that all are welcome, and tells me that heās former Army and the owner is former Marine and theyāll take care of anyone who gives me trouble. He shook my hand as I left and said āWe look forward to havinā ya, man!ā
Iām going in for my first workout today after work. I still donāt know how Iām gonna manage changing rooms and stuff like that, but I can at least get started and not have to worry about being kicked out, and for now thatās good enough for me!
(The family gym I signed up for decided to go ahead and charge me for next month on top of the cancellation fee, which Iām half-tempted to say is transphobia but is really most likely a clever and scummy addition to the contract I signed that I managed to overlook. So Iām down $75 thanks to them, which makes me extra glad Iām never going back. š)
#I sprained my ankle last week and itās mostly healed but has started acting up again#so for now Iām just gonna do strength training and walking I think#Iām nervous but looking forward to it! wish me luck š#peaches screams into the void
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And I'm still on that OC/AU thing because it's like,
"oh a little guy I made up in my normal headspace has Defined Things about him and continues to exist in this way no matter how silly AU scenarios I put him through, in fact imagining many little AUs can help me further define and understand what I have created,"
"but this very intense spiritually important spell I intentionally developed in my sacred ritual headspace is so weak and defenseless that it may be permanently broken or transformed if I think about it at all, even if a way that just indicates how serious I am about it working in its intended form."
Like if that's really where we're at then just start developing all your spells as if they're characters and they will become immortal and invincible.
#oh look we're back at creature magic lmao#sorry anon I hope all my random posts aren't stressing you out#apparently I just have a lot of thoughts on this#this also kind of links back to other beliefs on mine#like the power of spiritual authority in witchcraft#DECIDING something is not the same as THINKING something#and i think the power of CHOICE can't be undervalued#so yeah all spells are OC and I'll sprain my ankle on this hill
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the thing about having a health condition that gets worse with inactivity is that people really don't want you to buy a wheelchair. and if you get a wheelchair they only want you to get a cheap and uncomfortable one so that you're not tempted to use it too much. but what they don't understand is that it's very rarely a choice between "do this thing on foot" and "do this thing using a wheelchair". it's "do this thing using a wheelchair" or "don't do this thing bc it'll hurt too much if it's even possible at all". and the latter does not actually offer any more activity/mobility/improvement than using a chair, it just means you don't get to do stuff.
i am well aware that it would be actively detrimental to my health to use a chair all the time. which is why i'm not planning to! there are many areas of my life where the chair would be hindrance, if it were possible to use it there at all, so i've automatically got built-in non-chair activities anyway. but i am currently Not Doing a lot of things because i can't stand, and the chair allows me to do those things, and that's what it's for.
#rental chair has proved sufficiently helpful that i'm now looking to buy one that does that but without the 10 mile turning circle#and. yunno. without costing me 15 quid a week#much bigger upfront cost to buy a chair since we're looking at 300-400 pounds probably#but then i can just keep it forever and even if i get better it'll be useful every time i sprain my ankles again lmao#i don't think i'll ever stop spraining my ankles#especially as i'm moving somewhere larger in the summer (hopefully) with a big storage cupboard#so i can just whack it in the cupboard if it's not in use#personal
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hnnnngmmmmmm kermit scrunch face...i cant think abt my childhood for too long if i dont wanna be angry
#mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM#im like vibrating w anger rn i think i hit an epiphany#my brother sprained his ankle real bad today and got the boot + crutches wombo combo right#and my mom has been doting on him all day and catering to him AND LIKE YES OBVIOUSLY THATS NOT THE BAD PART#HIS ANKLE LOOKS FUCKED UP IM GLAD SHE HELPED HIM RIGHT AWAY#but when i was 11/12 i tore a ligament in my knee and she didnt take me to the doctor for a week even when i couldnt walk#and after i got the brace + crutches and a referral for pt#she took my brace and crutches away after 2 days bc i was 'relying on them too much' LMAOOOOOOO#i swear as im getting older i just realize how abusive my childhood was and become 100% mob
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first day of school and i am so so so nervous
#num speaks#i dont even wanna go#i shouldve stayed home#my ankle is still sprained but im not using crutches so walking to the bus stop was so painful and annoying#i also look really silly because i have the boot on and im just wandering š#this is gonna be horrendous when i get home later š#wtvr only two classes todayā¦. and i have fridays off so no class tomorrow
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yāall ever so absolutely embarrassed you start crying
#That was the most humiliating apology Iāve ever had to give#I cannot believe someone in this group would behave like that#Someone my age if not a year older kicked open the door of the building that we were invited to so hard it made a cracking sound#in front of people who work there#Iām so fucking embarrassed#I had to go back in and say āIām so so sorry that was so wrong and thatās not what we do in this groupā#But like I guess it is apparently#The younger one of the people working their looked at me like I was straight trash while I apologized#I donāt even know who it was#Iāve spent the past 15 hours working as hard as I can holybshit#Two people have passed out one sprained an ankle ones pissed and exhausted#Three people got fucking wacked equipment broke my leader broke down into tears#Someone cut their finger I lost all my fucking bicep strength in front of a judge#Spent an hour comforting a sobbing mess because her ex boyfriend is an abusive dick but sheās still in love with him and still talking#To him. Which sounds just like me talking about someone I used to be with but fucking hell I wish I had someone to say that stuff to me#Iām so tired my feet are bleeding Iām humiliated and exhausted and lonely
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Limping to this blog with a leg so badly hurt I thought it was broken originally. It's not but hi<33 im gamie and im great at fucking myself up in dumb ways
#gamietxt#just a badly sprained ankle but it'd be hilarious if it WAS broken and nobody wanted to take me to the hospital to get it looked at#because that's ummm exactly what happened#it's too late NOW and I already know it's 100% a sprain from the bruise pattern and being able to limp around on it#but there's something so ironic about how that is 100% something that could happen in my life#anyway it's super swollen and the bruise extends all the way down from my ankle to my toes. it looks awful
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getting to know me!
tagged by the wonderful @joanwtsn ā thank you!! š«¶š½
Favourite Colour: it changes quite often, but at the moment itās blue, pink, and yellow!
Currently Reading: America Is In the Heart by Carlos Bulosan, Poison for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket, and All the Kingās Men by Robert Penn Warren (a reread for my exam lol)
Last Song: Dice by Onew š²
Last Series: man, i guess Ted Lasso was technically the last series i finished, but iām currently watching through Alias with my mum :)
Sweet / Savoury / Spicy: i think i would pick savoury? trying to hold back on a lot of sweets and can handle a particular amount of spicy for the sake of my stomach lol
Currently Working On: my final exam thatās due on Friday šµāš« also prepping for the new school year!
iām tagging whichever lovely people read thisāfeel free to consider yourself tagged esp. if youāre in the mood to do this š¤
#joanwtsn#tag games#look at me procrastinating again š¤Ŗ#i also accidentally twisted my ankle last night so iām in p a i n#the pain makes me feel like iām in 6th grade again as that was the first time i had sprained it š£#just in time for the new school year too š
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as if I don't have enough going on in my life, my Cringe Ankleā¢ is continuing to be cringe as fuck
#I rolled it a few days ago#don't know what happened. I was walking one second and the next my ankle went under me and I was going down.#accidentally clipped poor Neko on the way down#and I just sort of laid there for a second before getting back up#it does seem to be just a roll. no swelling or bruising or the specific pain of a sprain.#but it does seem to have set me back a bit bc I'm once again getting aches#WHERE I HAD CEASED ACHING#like look I know that recovery isn't linear esp with a complicated injury like mine#but COME ON I was doing SO WELL#the agonizingly slow PT was WORKING#the worst part is I don't know what happened#I'm thinking maybe I slipped on a dog toy?#otherwise it literally just happened while I was walking which is uh Bad#I haven't had instability like that in months thanks to PT#anyways I wore my brace to work the rest of the week and toned down my at home PT exercises#but I'm pissed#I also think I bruised my knee when I feel and slightly pulled a muscle in my left arm#tho those could have happened from literally anything bc I'm accident prone and bruise easily!#speechie sucks at health#(more like speechie sucks at ankles jfc)#speecher speaks
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going to kms if my ankle still hurts tomorrow
#it's gotten worse all day#twisted it 12 hours ago#it was my good ankle too :/#i have yoga in the morning and would really like to be able to do that#and also like walk yknow#it hurts !!!! even while i'm just laying in bed#guys this doesn't look good#i don't think i sprained it but i could be wrong
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Me watching Haikyuu remembering how I wanted to play volleyball in highschoolššš½š
#me going to all the girls volleyball teams games#i dont even remember when i first watched haikyuu like the very first time it was a while ago#but i wasnt that into it at the time like i think it watched like the first season and forgot about it#so i can definitely say me wanting to play volleyball was me wanting to play volleyball not just me watching Haikyuu#i remember going to one of the girls volleyball games for the first time and my gay ass was not focused on anything for the first little bit#mind you i went to catholic highschool#but yeah like volleyball and basketball was just one of those sports i actually wanted to play at one point and was actually good at#although i think i would've had a better chance at basketball but i only really wanted to play basketball in grade 9#after that i was a little more into volleyball#i don't think i ever probably rewatched Haikyuu until i was in grade 12 maybe#which btw was 4-5 years ago#i wish i owned more Haikyuu merch i only have a jean jacket with duos printed on the back which btw i really love and is really cute#i would eat as a libero#i don't think you understand when i say i wish i played volleyball guys like i can actually play the sport its not just my imagination#i think im good at receiving but im so fucking ass at serving well thats a lie i just don't like it like i do not like serving guys#idk that's alot of pressure š³#i cannot spike either like i can definitely do it but yall idk i feel so embarrassed when i do like im shy yall stop looking at meš£š£#also i got hit in the head w a volleyball one time like BAM and was like nah i think that why i never played on a team yall#i have a grudge against sports yall like mfs keep hitting me w the fucking balls#im not even kidding every sport ive played the mf ball will hit me in the head#have you ever been hit in the head w a basketball at 8:30 in the morning in first period gym clas#nah cus basketballs are fucking hard as hell i literally have not played a sport since guys im traumatized#the mf balls are magnitized to my head i cannot step foot in a gym im sorry#rip a potential career sports bcus my height is an advantage but the balls love my head too much(also ive sprained my ankle like 4 times--)#i don't think my ankle ever fully healed cus this definitely a reoccurring injury...#kay just saying shit#haikyuu
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RAFE CAMERON - paired up together
quarterback!extroverted jock x shy!introverted!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: based on this request
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron
your mom and dad always had a vision for you, one that didnāt exactly include self-defense classes. when you were younger, they signed you up for piano lessons, art workshops, and just about anything that didnāt involve sweat or the possibility of a sprained ankle. they didnāt want you to feel weak, of course, but they thought strength came from different thingsādiscipline, refinement, skill.
āyou donāt need to learn to throw punches,ā your mom would say. āyou need discipline. structure. music.ā
so youāre not exactly the strongest person in the world, but youāre not weak either. youāve got your limits, sure, but you also like to think you can handle yourself if you absolutely had to. youāre just hoping today isnāt one of those days.
as you walk with your best friend to PE, the two of you are mid-gossip, laughing at something she said about the latest drama in your grade.
āand then she had the nerve to say my dress was last season, when hers looked like it came out of her grandmaās attic,ā lana says, flipping her hair dramatically.
you snort. āmaybe she was going for vintage?ā
āvintage?ā she scoffs, rolling her eyes. āthereās a difference between vintage andā¦ tragic.ā
the conversation carries you all the way to the gym, where your PE teacher, coach davis, claps his hands together and gets everyoneās attention.
āalright, listen up!ā he booms, his voice echoing off the walls. ātoday, weāre starting a self-defense unit. and before anyone complains, let me just sayāyouāre gonna thank me later. trust me.ā
thereās a murmur of interest and maybe a little dread from the class. you glance around and spot the football teamārafe cameron and topper thornton in the cornerāleaning against the wall like theyāre above it all. rafeās tossing a football between his hands absentmindedly, while topperās saying something that makes him smirk.
āof course theyāre here,ā lana mutters, following your gaze, looking at each football player.
āat least weāre not getting paired with them,ā you whisper back, half-joking.
lana shakes her head, āi feel like you just jinxed us.ā
you look at her, āno, you just jinxed us by saying that i jinxed us.ā
she looks at you with a confused face, āyouāre not even making sense, like at all.ā
āwhatever, they're football players, it would be weird if we were paired with them,ā you raised your shoulders.
coach davis goes on to explain the basics of the class, ending with the bombshell: āyouāre gonna be partnered up for these drills. iāll call out the pairs.ā
your friend groans dramatically. āif itās not them then iām gonna get stuck with someone who doesnāt even know how to hold a fist properly.ā
āmaybe itāll be me,ā you say, grinning.
āplease,ā she shoots back. āyouāre not hopeless. youāre justā¦ delicate.ā
before you can defend yourself, coach starts calling out pairs. when he says your best friendās name, followed by topperās, her jaw drops.
āyouāve got to be kidding me,ā she whispers, shooting you a look. ālike i said, you jinxed us.ā
āat least heās strong?ā you offer, barely holding back a laugh.
āand annoying.ā she sighs, but thereās a faint pink tinge to her cheeks as she walks over to topper.
then coach calls your name.
āyouāre with rafe cameron.ā
your stomach drops. you glance up to find rafe already looking at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, the smirk replaced by something unreadable.
āgreat,ā you mutter under your breath, grabbing your water bottle and making your way over.
the self-defense gym class is not exactly your idea of a good time. the thought of being paired up with anyone, let alone someone like rafe cameronāquarterback, golden boy, cute jock extraordinaireāmakes you want to melt into the floor. but when coach calls your name, followed by his, thereās no escaping it.
you shuffle over to him, clutching your water bottle, avoiding his eyes. rafe, on the other hand, stands there looking like heās just been told he won the lottery, but heās trying way too hard to play it cool.
āguess weāre partners,ā he says, a little too brightly, flashing that easy grin of his. itās the kind of smile that probably works on everyone else, but you just nod and mumble, āyeah, okay.ā
the first drill is basicāa wrist grab escape.
āso,ā he starts, dropping the football to the ground and kicking it aside, āhereās the plan. iāll go easy on you, obviously. i mean, iām not gonna, like, actually grab you or anything. justā¦ enough so you can practice the moves. sound good?ā
you blink at him, unsure what to say. heās talking fast, like heās trying to fill the silence before it even has a chance to settle.
āand if youāre not sure about something, just tell me,ā he continues, his hands gesturing animatedly. āiāve, uh, done some of this stuff before. kind of, you knowā¦ for football and stuff.ā he scratches the back of his neck, like that explains everything.
āokay,ā you say softly, nodding.
he hesitates for a moment, like heās waiting for you to say more, but when you donāt, he shifts awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
ācool. yeah. uhā¦ so, you wanna start with the wrist grab thing?ā he asks, his voice a little higher than usual.
āsure,ā you reply, your tone neutral.
he stares at you for a second longer, then clears his throat and rubs his hands together. āalright. thisāll be easy. justā¦ pretend Iām the bad guy or something.ā
you glance up at him briefly, your lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. āokay, bad guy.ā
his laugh is sudden, almost startled, like he didnāt expect you to say that. he recovers quickly, though, his grin softening into something less forced.
āalright, letās do this,ā he says, stepping a little closer. you try not to focus on how tall he is, how he seems to take up all the space around you.
the first few exercises are awkward, to say the least. rafe has to grab your wrist in whatās supposed to be a firm hold, and youād have to fumble your way through the escape technique. itās not perfect, but itās good enough to get the drill going.
the two of you are both way too aware of each other. the awkwardness of it all makes the air feel heavier, and thereās this strange, bubbling tension that neither of you knows how to shake. rafeās grip on your wrist is a little too firm at first, and you instinctively yank it out of his hold too quickly, which makes you both pause and look at each other for a second.
thereās a beat of silence, and then rafeās face cracks into a grin. āuhā¦ yeah, youāre definitely supposed to slowly pull away,ā he says, his voice a little too bright for the situation.
you blink at him, your face flushing. āsorry, IāuhāI panicked.ā
he lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. āitās fine. weāre just trying this out.ā
you canāt help but feel embarrassed, your cheeks heating up under his gaze. you didnāt think self-defense could be this awkward, but the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. the movements feel so stiff and uncoordinated, and you can tell rafe is trying way too hard to hide his laughter.
āokay,ā you mutter, looking anywhere but at him. āletās try again.ā
this time, rafe tries to go easy on you, adjusting his stance, but as soon as he grabs your wrist again, thereās a moment of hesitation, and both of you burst into suppressed giggles. itās just too sillyāthe way youāre both standing there, pretending to fight, looking like absolute amateurs.
you canāt stop the laughter from slipping out, and the sound is so unexpected that it catches you off guard. your face burns, and you quickly cover it with your hand, hoping no one notices how flustered you are.
āokay, okay,ā rafe says between laughs, still holding your wrist but clearly fighting to keep himself together. his heart is racing, not from the physical exertion of the exercises, but from the way he canāt seem to focus on anything except how adorable you look when you laugh. āweāre, uh, doing great, right?ā
you canāt even meet his eyes. your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. āyeah, definitely.ā
but rafeās heart is thundering in his chest, too loud for him to ignore. heās never been this nervous during a drill, not even when heās throwing a football in front of a crowd. everything about this is making his insides do flip-flops, and he canāt understand why.
the two of you keep going through the exercises, but the laughter doesnāt stop. each time rafe grabs your wrist, or you try to make an escape, thereās this shared, silent understanding between the two of you. itās ridiculous. itās awkward. and itās perfect.
he notices the way your hands shake slightly, how your eyes keep darting away from his, and it just makes him want to laugh even more. itās so real, so raw, in a way heās never felt before. he doesnāt know why, but he canāt seem to stop thinking about you.
āyouāre doing fine,ā he says softly after a while, his voice unusually gentle. āreally. donāt worry about it.ā
you nod, barely able to form words as you keep your gaze firmly on the floor. he wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in his throat. itās strangeāthis is strange. something about the way you make him feel like heās in way over his head, and itās making his heart race faster than he can keep up with.
coach davis started droning on about the next exercise, something about how to escape a bear hug or tackle or whatever, but youāre not really listening. youāre too busy trying to get the next move right, shifting your weight awkwardly, wondering if your face is as hot as it feels.
what you are aware of, though, is the way rafe is looking at you. his gaze is soft, but it doesnāt feel casualāitās more intense than it should be, like he's lost in a thought youāre not a part of. every time you glance at him, heās still staring, his lips slightly parted like heās about to say something but canāt quite figure out what.
you donāt notice how long heās been staring, how heās not paying attention to coach davis at all, but lana does.
sheās standing a few feet away with topper, listening half-heartedly to the coachās explanation while she watches you both from the corner of her eye. when she sees rafeās gaze fixed on you, her eyebrow raises, the corners of her lips curling up in a mischievous grin.
āno way,ā she mutters to topper, whoās clearly more interested in trying not to sweat than anything happening in the class.
lana shifts closer to you, nudging your shoulder gently. āokay, seriously, are you two going to pretend like nothing is happening here?ā she whispers, her voice laced with amusement.
you barely hear her, focused on the way rafe shifts his weight, trying to act casual, but you donāt miss the glint in his eyes.
āwhat are you talking about?ā you ask, still trying to concentrate on what coach davis is saying.
āgirl,ā she says, almost too loudly, making you blush even harder, āyouāve got mr. quarterback staring at you like youāre the only thing in this gym. i swear, youāre not even paying attention, and heās over here practically drooling.ā
you blink at her, confused, your face going even hotter. you glance over at rafe quickly, thinking youāre imagining it, butāno. heās still looking at you, and the moment your eyes meet, his expression shifts from uncertainty to something else, something you canāt quite figure out.
and then, like a punch to the gut, you finally pull your gaze from him, letting your eyes fall to the floor like youāre trying to escape from the intensity of the moment.
lana catches the look, then smirks, nudging you again. āiām not crazy. heās definitely into you. like, definitely. look at himāheās not even pretending to pay attention anymore.ā
you try to focus on something elseāanything elseābut you feel the weight of his gaze still on you, like heās looking right through you. it makes your chest tighten, and you canāt bring yourself to look at him again.
āstop,ā you whisper harshly, though you donāt even know why youāre saying it.
lana just giggles, her eyes lighting up like sheās holding onto some great secret. āiām just saying, girl. youāre killing him right now.ā
meanwhile, rafe, clueless about whatās going on between the two of you, is still struggling to keep his composure. his heart is racing even faster now, and all he can think about is how youāre just standing there, not noticing what heās feelingāheās not sure if heās relieved or disappointed by that. all he knows is that he canāt seem to look away from you.
rafe exhales slowly, trying to ground himself, even though it feels impossible.
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