Scott Marcis Hannaway
The Quarterback
Scott smiled at Jazmine and leaned into her a little as his fingers gently stroked at her arm. "It's REALLY nice not to be fighting... When you guys were fighting it was probably the worst time of my life... Especially when she was pregnant... It was like hell. I didn't know what to do..." He sighed as he continued to rub at her arm. He could hear a little commotion coming from behind them but he chose to ignore it. After all there was commotion EVERYWHERE. He grinned when she said she loved him even though it may have been a little corny and kissed her cheek. "I love you too... No matter how corny you can get." He said with a low chuckle with one hand on his stomach before he hugged her a little closer. "And I promise not to forget as long as you promise to never forget too." He promised with a little smile. His face slowly gravitated towards hers for a moment and he let his lips hover over hers as he looked into her pretty brown eyes. The corners of his lips sort of twitched up and for a moment there it was just the two of them, in silence, sitting with their feet swinging in the pool. The cool water was such a nice contrast to the hot air surrounding them outside. His fingers traveled up her arm to the base of her neck to keep her where she was as he gently bit his bottom lip a--
"SCOTT THINK FAST!"
Crack
The minty scent of her breath and the warm feeling she sent to the pit of his stomach was quickly replaced with an excruciating pain in his temple. He cringed against the sudden cold sensation that surrounded his body and fought against the impending darkness that was clouding his mind. His eyes did their best to flutter open every now and then but it was useless. With each inhalation his lungs seemed to protest and burn, the darkness grew colder. He was suspended in it. The air he was breathing was poisoned. He couldn't see a thing. It felt like his soul was dragging itself through a vortex, the darkness was doing its best to hold onto the suspended being but the force was stronger. Finally there was warmth, his back hitting something hard like pavement. He could hear nothing, see nothing but he felt the hard pounding against his chest. Something, someone holding onto him for dear life, doing their best to keep his spirit from floating away. The pounding on his chest resumed, more burning in his lungs as the air seemed to be forced inside of it now. More pounding. More air forced into his lungs, white spots where growing in the darkness until it was blinding then...
He was coughing vigorously, his eyes seemed to just shoot open as he clutched at his chest. It hadn't registered that his shirt was soaking, it hadn't registered that his entire being was soaking from head to toe. His throat was burning, there were blurry figures everywhere rushing around him, he could barely hear them. He knew they were all standing around him, but they sounded so damn far away. "Taaaaaaakkkkkkeeee hhhhhhhhhiiiiiiimmmm tttttttttttoooooooo tttttthhhhheeeee hhhhhoooossssppppiiiitttttaaaaalllllll" His eyes were lazily trained on the figure with the absurdly slurred speech. Had they really all been drinking that much? "Ssssssccccoooootttttt?" His eyes seemed to just roll back suddenly, and his wet clothes made him shiver as he closed his eyes again and tried to relax. Where the hell was he?
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