QUOTE : Before I knew what I was doing, I was out of my seat and rushing up toward the railing that divided the seats from the field. I had to make sure he was okay. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him lie there in pain. <br />I heard my name called, but I ignored it as I flung my leg over the top railing and prepared to hoist myself over. <br />One of the guys working security happened to see me and he rushed over and ordered me to stop. <br />“I can’t. That’s my…” My voice broke. I couldn’t force the word boyfriend between my lips. It just wasn’t enough. It just didn’t describe how desperate I was to get to him. <br />“He’s my everything,” I finished. <br />The security guard gave me a grim look. “You can’t come on the field.” <br />A lone tear tracked its way down my cheek, and I craned my neck. Frustrated, I glanced up at the big screen to see if it was showing a different angle. <br />But they weren’t playing Romeo. They were focused on me. <br />I blinked at the site of me half straddling the railing and the security guard standing there with a grim look on his face as he stared me down. My cheeks were red, behind my glasses, my eyes wild. <br />I turned away from the screen, irritated that they weren’t focused on Romeo. <br />I glanced at the guard. “I’m coming over.” <br />He crossed his arms over his chest as if to say, <i>I dare you</i>.<br /> I flung my other leg over so I was balanced on the bottom rung. <br />“This is your last warning,” the guard shouted. <br />The crowd started to cheer and go wild. Romeo’s number started filling the air. I looked up. <br />He was okay! <br />He was on his feet, helmet in hand, and laughing at something Braeden was saying. Beside him, the coach looked relieved, and all the Wolves were clapping. <br />The guy who’d mowed him down was being escorted off the field. <br />Jackass. <br />Relief made me weak and a sob caught in my throat. I sagged back against the cold metal of the rails. The guard gestured for backup, and a few others that were dressed just like him started my way. <br />I mean, really. He was being a bit dramatic. I was only one girl. And a small one at that.