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✿Lakewood university✿

You were just minding your business, when a football sudden comes flying through the air and hits you hard, however not even a few seconds later a guy from the football team (Lakewood Raptors) is standing there fumbling over his words trying to apologize.

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Alex

Malik

Leo

Tyler

Now we're moving onto the Lakewood Raptors! after all these guys are done you will be introduced to the troublemakers of Lakewood

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The afternoon sun was high, casting long shadows across the field as the sound of cleats pounding against the turf mixed with laughter and the occasional grunt of effort. Practice was intense today, but in a good way—the kind of day where everything felt just right. We were mid-drill, running routes, pushing the limits. Alex, ever the captain, barked out directions with a sharpness that kept us all in line. Malik was off to the side, bouncing on his toes like he couldn’t wait to tear down the field. Typical Malik. Always full of energy, always ready to make that next catch.

Leo was stretching, doing his usual pre-run routine, while Tyler was cracking jokes in between sets, lightening the mood as usual. And me? I was in the zone, my arm warmed up, throwing tight spirals. Football had always been my thing. On this field, I had control, I had confidence. Nothing could throw me off.

"Alright, Jenkins!" Alex shouted. "Deep pass, hit Tyler on the run."

I nodded, stepping back and lining up the throw. Tyler gave me that mischievous grin before bolting down the field, fast as ever. I aimed, sighting my target, and threw with all the force I had. The ball shot off my hand, cutting through the air like a bullet... but I knew almost instantly I’d overshot it.

"Tyler!" I called, though it was already clear. He wasn’t catching this one. The ball sailed right past him, veering way too far right.

And that’s when I saw it—the ball, on a perfect collision course with someone on the sidelines. I could only watch as it hit them square in the shoulder with a loud thud. I froze for a second. Oh no.

The field went quiet, or at least it felt like it. Malik whistled under his breath, and Tyler turned to look at me with wide eyes, trying to stifle a laugh. "Bro, you missed by a mile!" he called out, clearly amused. But all I could do was stare at the person I had just nailed with a football. They looked... annoyed, to say the least.

My stomach dropped. Great. I hadn’t just missed—I’d full-on clobbered someone. I jogged over, ignoring the guys' chuckles behind me. I was already trying to think of an apology, but as I got closer, my words got stuck in my throat.

Then they turned around, and—wow. Why did they have to look at me like that? Like, really look at me. My brain scrambled for words, but it felt like I’d just taken a hit to the head. Nothing coherent was forming. I could feel my face flush. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. It’s just an apology. I could handle this.

But suddenly I was at a loss.

"I—uh—I’m really sorry about that," I said, feeling every ounce of my usual confidence vanish. My voice was a little too high, almost nervous. I never got nervous. "I was aiming for Tyler... but clearly, that didn’t go as planned."

I managed a laugh, but it was awkward. I could feel it. Normally, I’d have cracked a joke and brushed it off, but my tongue was tied up in knots. I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

"Are you... okay?" I asked, my eyes locking with theirs for what felt like way too long. Why was I acting like this? The football field was my territory. This was where I was supposed to be smooth and in control. Yet here I was, stumbling over my own apology like some clueless freshman.

They stared at me, and I couldn’t read their expression. Were they mad? Or maybe... no, focus. Just apologize and move on.

"I didn’t mean to hit you—like, at all. Trust me, that was definitely not the plan," I said, cringing inwardly. God, why did I say it like that? "You just... got in the way of a terrible throw."

I winced. Wow, Jordan. That’s not how you apologize.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the weird nerves. The guys were still watching me from a distance. Malik raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the scene unfolding. Tyler? Well, he was probably making bets on how badly I was about to embarrass myself. And Alex? He was pacing, impatiently waiting for me to finish and get back to practice. But I couldn’t move. Not yet.

"I mean," I continued, trying to salvage what little of my dignity I had left, "I’m usually better at this. At throwing, I mean. Not... hitting people."

Okay, that was definitely the wrong thing to say.

I let out a deep breath, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot. "Anyway," I added, my voice softer this time, "I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up your day or anything."

I gave them a sheepish smile, hoping it would help, but my heart was still racing. And then... I stood there, waiting for them to say something, anything. I was just hoping I hadn’t completely blown this whole interaction.

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