From Mountains to Lone Stars

My stomach was being stabbed with a rusty knife. There was no other way to describe the kind of pain I was in, but I couldn't tell anyone. We had a game today, and my residents needed a coach. I wasn't going to leave them in the dumps while my ovaries were acting up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Amber asked, shooting me a funny look as I hobbled into the lobby.

"Yep, just a cramp. Is everyone here?" I turned to look around and count my kids. It looked like everyone was here, so I motioned for us to head to the parking lot. Some games required us to drive to the fields.
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I watched as the kids filed onto the field, quickly moving into the positions I had given them. When it came to the co-ed games, I preferred not to play unless I had to. The point of intramural games was for the residents and students to play, not for the resident assistants.

The game was going to be good. We were playing Kerr, one of the better teams, and we needed to see where we stood against the good teams. We had been playing the worse teams, and we'd been easily kicking their asses. This was going to show us exactly where we were and help me determine what kind of practices we needed to implement.

"Hey, Maverick, why aren't you on the field?" Matt asked, sitting next to me on the grass.

"I like to let the residents play when they should," I said, smiling shyly at my boss. Jesus, why was I attracted to him? He was my fricking boss! I shouldn't even be having these feelings about him, and here I was, thinking about how hot my hall director was.

Matt nodded and turned to the field. He actually liked watching soccer which was a shock to all of us. My coworkers and I really only pictured him as a basketball and football guy, but ever since he'd seen me play, he was in love with watching the game. He even had picked a professional team, not a good one, but a team.

"Will you play in the game?"

I looked over at my boss and examined his profile. Matt was too cute for his own good. He was like the perfect combination of sexy and cute. "If a girl needs a sub, I will."

Matt nodded again and kept watching the game. It was fun to watch him cheer on the team; he rarely understood what was happening, but he was happy.
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"Mav, you gotta go on. There is no way Ginny can keep playing on her rolled ankle," Marcel, one of my fellow resident assistants, said.

I nodded, trying to not let panic show. The pain in my ovary had only grown worse, and I was nervous to run and kick a ball. Slowly, I stood up and moved to the defense position, motioning for one of my guy teammates to move to the forward position. At least there was less running in defense.

The game continued, and I let the other players do most of the work. Running was all kinds of pain that I never actually wanted to feel again. Every step felt like a thousand hot needles were being injected into my skin.

"Come on, Bruce!" At the very least, we were all still entertained by Matt. He was the best cheerleader, and I had no idea we were winning. "Kick some Kerr booty!"

I laughed and then focused back in on the game. It was never a good idea to be distracted on the field. You never knew what was going to happen. Just as I thought that, a ball went sailing through the air and hit me, hard. You know where it hit me? THE FUCKING OVARY!

I dropped like a rock, pain radiating from my ovary. Everything was pain, so much pain. I couldn't see, and I was pretty sure the screaming was coming from me. Most people probably thought I was being dramatic, but I was ninety percent sure that something in my body had just ruptured.

"Maverick? Maverick!" I recognized that voice. That was my boss. "Come on, Mav. Are you okay?"

I rolled to my side, grasping where my ovary was and pulled my knees to my chest. "Does it fucking look like I'm fucking okay, Matt? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?"

Gasps echo around the field, everyone know realizing how much pain I'm in since I just cussed out my boss. I can hear some of the officials ringing for an ambulance. Great, just what I need, a fucking ambulance.

"No! No, ambulance. Sanders! Take me to the god damn emergency room." I stood up slowly, pain shooting through my ovary/uterus area.

Matt looked at me like I was crazy but nodded. Great, I hoped this made my crush disappear. No one wanted to be with me for longer than seven hours. I was annoying as shit.

Notes

Update. A bad one, but this will finally get the love plot going.