“I know it’s really hurting you to be here, but this is the last time we’ll ever get the chance to do this. In four years time, you don’t want to look back and regret not coming to one of these things.”I couldn’t imagine a scenario where that ever happened.My eyes scanned the football field, taking in the excited gaggles of girls, the ear-splitting noise, the marching band playing their little hearts out to a distracted audience. The air was electric, charged with the energy of eight-hundred kids all gathered to pay homage to their team. But the only thing it stirred inside me was a mild stomach ache and a bad case of eye rolls.“Don’t look so glum.” Flick snickered, thrusting a handful of glow sticks at me.“Am I supposed to know what to do with these?”She shook her head, amusement glittering in her eyes, and held up her wrists. “Snap them and wear them.”“But why?”“You’ll see,” was all she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the crowd, and it hit me how at ease
They reminded me of a general and his lieutenants leading their army to war; heads held high, war paint streaked across their faces, helmets hanging at their sides like deadly weapons. Their names pierced the air as girls screamed and guys chanted. Even Flick looked ready to join in the chorus until I pinched her arm, levelling her with a hard look.“What?” She shrugged. “When in Rome...” Her brows waggled before she turned back to the field and yelled, “We love you QB One, have babies with me.”“Oh my god.” I clapped my hand over her mouth, drowning out her laughter. “You’re demented.”“Takes one to know one,” she mumbled, peeling my fingers away from her mouth. “Check out Cameron, he’s looking mighty—”“Do not finish that sentence.”It was too late. My eyes drank him in. The way his shoulder pads narrowed into his hips, how the tight-fitting pants clung to his muscular legs… and other places.“You’ve got a little drool.” Flick pressed her thumb to the corner of my mouth. “Right ther
But it never came. Instead my vision went dark as something was shoved over my head and this time I did scream. The silence had been eerie enough. But this was worse.This was fucking terrifying.“Calm the fuck down,” someone said, but the blood pounding between my ears made it difficult to distinguish if it had been Jason or Asher or Cameron. Or someone else entirely. My heart crashed violently against my chest, making it difficult to breathe as every possible scenario of what was about to happen flooded my mind.“Please,” I cried. “Just stop. Just—”A hand fixed over my mouth again, and I gasped, fighting for breath, the smell of polyester overpowering my senses. But it all stopped when I felt something move against my stomach, painting torturous patterns. Oh God. My fight response withered and died, rendering me paralyzed, as I waited for the flash of pain. But it never came as a blunt object moved over my t-shirt. Confused, and drowning in a tsunami of fear and paranoia, I let my
We both had.But no matter how good she’d felt pressed against me, how good it had felt having my lips on hers, it was a problem neither of us needed.So, I’d done what I should have done all along—I pushed her away the only way I knew how.“Yeah, well, hopefully it’ll keep her off your back for a while. But you need to stop that shit too. We have enough to worry about with Finnigan breathing down our necks, and then there’s this shit with Thatcher—”“Chill, man, it’s all in hand.” He clapped me on the back before yanking the door open. “Come on, drinks are on me.”I followed him inside where we were met with a low rumble of cheers. Bell’s was our place; a bar run by an ex-Raider who decked the place out to be a living memorial to the team. Newspaper cuttings and photographs littered the wall, and there was a huge trophy case housing some of Jerry—the owner’s—more treasured pieces of Raiders memorabilia: signed game balls, helmets, game ticket stubs. He even had his old jersey signed
Monday soon came around and with it the anticipation for the first game of the season. “Mornin’,” I said around a yawn as I padded into the kitchen, making a beeline for the refrigerator.“Hey, sweetie,” my mom gave me a warm smile as she helped my little brother, Xander, eat his cereal, but I saw the dark rings around her eyes.“Ameron.” He clapped vigorously, half-chewed cereal spraying from his mouth.“Hi, buddy.” I chugged a carton of milk while ruffling his hair.“Ameron ootball day?” Xander grinned up at me as if I was the best fucking thing to ever live, and my chest squeezed. The little shit was cute and so oblivious, I envied him.I envied a three-year-old.How fucking pathetic.“Yeah, buddy.” I leaned back against the counter. “I have practice today. We’ve got our first game Friday.”“Ame day!” His eyes lit up. “Mama, we o to ame day with Ameron?”“We’ll see, baby.” She gave him a tight smile, her eyes flicking to mine and then dipping. But not before I saw the flash of regr
“Got it.” Jason grabbed an energy bar and one of his protein drinks and left. He didn’t shoot me a scathing look or mouth any insults behind my mom’s back.It was certainly a first, and it had me more on edge than ever.Mom sagged against the counter, releasing a heavy sigh. “He doesn’t make it easy, does he?” Sadness washed over her features and I hated him a little bit more for making her feel bad.“He’s… Jason.” I sipped my juice.“I know, I know. He’s under a lot of pressure with the team and college. But I thought… I hoped maybe with the wedding and it being senior year and all, he would—”“Mom.” Placing my glass on the counter, I went to her, taking her hands in mine. “Don’t let him get to you.”“He’s just different when Kent is around.”Yeah, because Kent was a buffer, absorbing some of his son’s hostility toward me and Mom. And he always had an excuse for Jason’s unwillingness to attend family meals or trips. ‘He needs to focus on football’, Kent would say, ‘He’s under a lot o
But on the whole, no one said anything about Friday. I knew it didn’t mean people weren’t talking about it behind closed doors; they just didn’t want to risk pissing off their beloved football captain.“I guess,” she said. “And I saw some stuff in the girls’ bathroom—”“You did?” My eyes widened. “Of course, you did.” I let out an exasperated breath. Everyone knew girls were a cut above when it came to tearing into one of their own. Guys might have been the ones breaking hearts around here, but girls were the ones ruining reputations.“It was probably Khloe and her bitch squad. You know she doesn’t like the idea anyone else is ‘riding Raiders for fun’.” She air quoted the last words and I chuckled.“Khloe is welcome to them.” I discreetly glanced over my shoulder. Jenna Jarvis was draped over Jason like a bad rash while the rest of the gym team sat in amongst the team. My gaze ran straight over Cameron and the brunette cuddled up to him, and back to my friend. “Although it looks like
“Yeah, see.” She pointed to Jason and Cameron and a few others who were now jogging onto the field. “It looks like they’re going to kick off to the other team.”“And I’m supposed to know what that means?”She shook her head gently. “Just watch, you’ll pick it up.”“If you say so.”“I do, now pay attention.” Flick nudged her head to the field, and I groaned.It was going to be a long night.CameronMy muscles pinged with exertion, sweat rolling down my back and beading across my forehead as we huddled in the locker room, waiting for Coach. He strolled in with his assistant coaches, looking as cool as a cucumber.“That’s how it’s done, ladies,” he said yanking off his ball cap and running a hand through his graying hair. “Offense, keep working hard, running those rush plays we’ve been practicing, and we’ll have Marshall eating out of the palm of our hand. Defense, keep them pinned down. Bennet, nice blocking, son. Their QB is completing three out of four of his passes but keep on him an