Duncan's POV: Watching the game was hell for me. Courtney kept getting pushed and knocked down. I had gotten out of my seat countless times and almost went out on the field twice. I looked at the security guard that was standing by the field gate. He was looking at me with no emotion in his face. I kind of smiled without showing my teeth.

I wanted to talk to the coach. I looked around and saw a kid who looked to be about 10 about to pass by.

"Hey kid,"I called.
The kid walked over to me and said, "What's up?"
"I'll give you 10 bucks if you go throw this cup at that guy over there."I said gesturing to the guard.

The kid looked at the guard and said, "Make it 20 and you've got yourself a deal."
"You remind me of my self when I was your age."I said.

I made a small smile and gave the kid a 20 out of my pocket. I handed him the cup as he walked toward the security guard. The boy pretended to walk past the guard but then he turned around and hurled the cup at the guard. The security guard jerked around as the kid took off runnig. As soon as the guard chased the kid, I got up out of my seat and walked over to the coach.

The coach was watching the game on the sidelines with a clipboard in his left hand.

"Excuse me,sir."I said asstonished by my manners.

The coach looked at me up and down and said, "You don't look like one of my players."

"I'm not. I wanted to talk to you about Courtney."I said.

"Evans? What about her?" the coach asked.

"Are you not concerned about her out there?"I asked.

"A small part of me is concerned about her out there. But I know that she's a fighter and she knows how to fend for herself. And plus the guys won't let anything bad happen to her." the coach said.

The stadium started to get loud with cheers and screams. I looked out toward the field and saw Courtney on the ground. One of the guys ripped her helmet off to give her some air and she rose to her feet. I let out a sigh of relief. I looked back to where the coach was standing but he wasn't there. I looked around and saw the coach running out onto the field.

Courtney was back on the ground. I ran out onto the field toward her. Everybody was asking her different questions.

"No, I can't get up. Yes, it hurts. On a scale of 1 to 10,it's a 8." Courtney said.

After the ambulence arrived, Courtney was rushed to the hospital.