Bailey's pov

The searing pain shot me like a dart as I grasped my foot, clad with socks. I hated running with my shoes and now regret not wearing them, though J doubted they would've protected me much.

"Bailey!" Kaleb yelled with a rose of panic and concern. He raced across the field, barreling toward me with a speed I had never seen him use before.

I clutch my foot, clenching my teeth as I look down at the damage. Blood had now stained my socks red but I could not see the culprit of my ...