Chapter 64 ~Ice Cold~
(Fiona's POV)
My eyes met Xander's who was sitting by the bleachers, and he gave a small smile. My heart did a little backflip. I hope he wasn't feeling too bad that he was no longer on the hockey team.
Yara and I were with the rest of the cheerleaders, and so far, Northvale was performing very poorly.
Yara leaned into me and whispered so only I could hear. “If Xander were playing, it would have been awesome. Right now, I'm just bored out of my mind.”
“I know, right.” I whispered back. “I can't believe Coach Bruce didn't reconsider putting him back on the team.”
A loud voice rose from the back.
“Fiona, shut up. You're distracting the team with your talking.”
Yara and I turned back to see that it was Brianna who'd said this. The rest of the plastics were staring us down.
Yara rolled her eyes and faced the front. “Well, that's a load.”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “A load of bullshit.”
We both burst into cackles and continued our discussion even though I was uncomfortable because I could feel their eyes boring into my back.
I knew it wasn't about us talking. Most of the girls were chit-chatting as well. It was about the party. Brianna still had a bone to pick with me over that.
We heard a loud scream from the Northvale side of the bleachers. It looked like we'd scored.
“Finally,” Yara muttered sarcastically, and we got up to do the cheer routine.
For this, I needed to be atop Brianna and Frances because I was the lightest.
“Northvale Titans Go!” we chorused. “Go! Go! Go!”
I was supposed to do a flip, but within a flash, Brianna released her grip on my foot and I landed on the ground with a painful thud.
“Oof!” There were a few glances in our direction.
I squealed at the sharp pain in my ankle caused by the impact with the floor. I tried to silence the growing sob in my throat. There was definitely a fracture.
Yara ran towards me. “Oh, my god. Fiona, how did this happen?”
“It was Brianna.” I said. The smirks on the faces of the plastics gave it away.
They'd planned this. They wanted to intentionally hurt me.
Yara walked up to them, stomping her feet. “How could you all be so evil? What if she'd landed with her head?”
Brianna pushed Yara aside, muttering. “Stay out of this.”
The plastics walked up to me and surrounded me. “So you think that party was just going to be the end?”
I clutched my ankle, reeling from the pain.
“Yeah, dumb bitch.” Frances laughed in my face. “To think we even gave you the privilege of hanging out with us.”
“Well, now you have a broken ankle.” Jasmin shrugged, looking down at her nails. “Next time, you'll think twice before whacking someone on the head with a frying pan.”
“Guess what, bitch?” Yara walked up to Brianna. “I was the one who whacked you on the head with a frying pan and I'll do it again and again till I knock some sense into you.”
“Oh bitch,” Brianna turned to her. “I thought you were the smart one. Apparently, you both are dumb and dumber.”
I saw Xander approaching from the bleachers. His eyes never left mine as he walked with cold strides. His jaw was a tight lock.
He finally reached where I was and bent to the ground, examining my leg.
“Xander…”
“Who did this?” Xander's voice was stern.
“It doesn't matter. Just take me to the hospital. I might have broken something.”
“I said, who did this?” Xander pronounced slowly and coldly.
“It was Brianna.” Yara answered, crossing her arms across her chest.
The stand went quiet as we watched in anticipation of what would happen next.
Xander got up and walked towards the plastics. They looked very frightened. Not that I blamed them. He looked like he'd kill somebody.
He walked towards Brianna. She shrunk back. "It was a mistake with the cheer routine. She slipped and fell.”
I could see his jaw tighten.
“I won't touch you, but someone could accidentally run you over with their car today...” Xander smirked. “Or you simply comply with my instructions.”
A flash of fear went through Brianna's eyes. She turned back, I guess to check if any school authorities were around. Unfortunately for her, they weren't close enough to notice what was happening.
“Xander, just forget it.” I protested. But he didn't even look at me.
He pointed to Frances and Jasmin. “Repeat cheer routine,” he then pointed to Brianna. “This time, you'll be the one at the top..”
I watched with confusion as Frances and Jasmin carried Brianna for our routine.
“Come on. Cheer!” Xander yelled.
“Northvale Titans Go!” Brianna, Frances and Jasmin cheered with shaky voices. “Go! Go! Go!”
They were a few glances to their direction. The students were chuckling quietly, and even though I was in pain, I couldn't help but laugh too.
They looked ridiculous.
Xander, though, wasn't laughing. “Great. Now slip,” he said to Brianna.
“W…what?” Brianna asked with a shaky voice. Frances and Jasmin looked confused.
“Did I stutter?” Xander looked impatient. “I said slip.”
They all froze.
Xander walked closer to them. “Let me assist you since you seem so confused..”
“No. No. I…I'll slip.”
Jasmin and Frances released her from their grip, and she landed with a painful thud to the ground.
I grimaced.
She screamed in pain. But Xander wasn't done. He walked up to her and held her by the neck. “Now apologize to her.”
Still crying in pain, she muttered. “I'm sorry, Fiona.”
Xander yanked her hair tightly. “Louder.”
“I'm sorry, Fiona!” She screamed and broke down crying.
“Apology accepted,” I blurted out, and Yara guffawed.
“Let's get you out of here. “ Xander helped me up. The sharp pain in my ankle increased now that I was standing. I swore sharply.
Xander carried me in his arms and walked out of the game. “I need to take you to the hospital to get your leg checked.”
“In any other situation, this would have been incredibly awkward.” I decided to crack a joke to distract myself from the intense pain. “I'm shy. You're carrying me bridal style, ya know.”
Xander rolled his eyes, smiling. As we got to his car, he gently rested me in the back seat. “Are you comfortable?” he asked gently.
I nodded. Well… as comfortable as I could with a broken tibia.
He nodded and hurried to the driver's seat. He was about to turn on the ignition when his name was called sharply by an unfamiliar voice.
“Mr. Grayson?”
I watched his features change as he looked out of the window. From puzzlement to apprehension.
“Who's that?” I asked, curious.
He got out of the car, his voice curt. “Give me a sec. I'll be back.”