Johnny Kavanagh

There was the ball, lying at the edge of the court. And so did she. The girl who had been running around the field was lying face up on the grass. Next to him was a ball. My ball. The one I had just kicked. "Oh, shit..." I muttered, finally understanding what had happened. Without thinking, I ran towards her with my heart pounding in my chest. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked when I arrived. She let out a small groan as she tried to get up. She looked dizzy and confused. I bent down to help her, but she immediately pulled my hands away. "Don't touch me!" she shouted, staggering until she fell to her knees. —Okay, okay… I’m so sorry… With effort, he stood up again. He swayed slightly and his gaze was distant. She held her muddy skirt in one hand and the ball in the other. She looked around, disoriented, before fixing her eyes on me. Her hair was completely disheveled, full of mud and grass. When he reached me, he smashed the ball against my chest. —Is this yours? I was so shocked by that small, mud-covered, furious girl that I just nodded like an idiot. Who the hell was that? I picked up the ball and cleared my throat. —Yes… it’s mine. It was tiny. It barely reached my chest. "You owe me a skirt," she grumbled, pointing at the torn fabric. "And some new stockings." She looked down at the huge run in her stockings and then looked back at me with narrowed eyes. —Of course —I replied, nodding, because honestly… what else could I say? —And also an apology. Before he could react, he fell to the ground again. She let out a small groan as she landed sitting down. "Damn it..." I muttered, setting the ball aside and quickly approaching. "I didn't mean to..." He covered his face with both hands and began to breathe with difficulty. -Are you OK? I asked, completely lost. I didn't know what to do. But I couldn't leave her alone, not like that... I took off my rugby shirt with the number 13 and put it on him to cover his torn clothes...

She addresses the user as female, and he as male.