I just crumpled on the floor.I don’t think I passed out. Maybe for a while. I just lay there with the hall spinning around my head. My whole body wa... shaking. I tried to assess my condition and see where the threads of my life were but I couldn’t focus on them. I knew something was wrong but it felt easy to fix if I could find the solution.Guys coming out of the locker room saw me on the floor and yelled for Jock. He ran out with a couple of trainers and after a quick assessment, got me to. "Maria has already started to put the pressure dressing on Jens' wound using the diaper and answers, "Well, we will need to carry her to the equipment room so we won't need you to sit on her wound this time."Maria looks at Bernie and questions, "Are you up to helping me move my Princess Boss?"Jens coughs and complains, "Hey, I thought I told you not to call me that or I will kick your ass!"Ivan giggles, "I not know Ms. Donaldduckson a Princess."Jen complains, "Great, now you have him calling me. Well up until the point where I beat him. “Hey, I’m not shit,” he snapped. I laughed. It was hilarious how boys could get so worked up over games. “Yeah sure, that’s why I kicked your ass like a million times.” I playfully slapped him on the shoulder and smiled. “Don’t you hit me!” He chuckled and launched forwards, pinning me down and causing my heart to morph into a gymnast. He forced all of his weight on top of me; our faces were a hair's width away from each other. I could feel warmth. M.. What? Tomorrow is Saturday. I didn’t really think much of it and went to sleep.I showed up at 7:45a.m. and no one was there. Around 8:10, I see Darrell coming out of the back gym doors. He’s wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts.He spots me and says, “Hey Eric, what are you doing here?”I tell him that I’m just getting ready to go for a jog, and I ask him what he’s doing at school on a Saturday.He says, “Coach gave me a key to the gym so I can shootaround and practice whenever I.