Rowen stalks over to me, cleats tapping the floor as he walks. He takes my face gently in his hands and looks me over from head to toe."It's worse than it looks," I say holding onto his forearms. "It's a lot of blood for a split lip.""And be careful of her head," Quincy says as Rowen goes to pull me closer. He draws back at her words and looks at me again, noticing the state of my hair for the first time. "She had a good chunk ripped out of the back. It's not bleeding anymore.""Fuuuck," I hear off to the side and look over to see Daniel watching the scene unfold before him. He looks at Quincy and raises his eyebrows."Jessica," she says to him. He sighs and squeezes the bridge of his nose. "Okay." That's all he says before turning around and walking away."Jessica Funderling?" Rowen asks Quincy. She nods and crosses her arms before looking at the floor. He looks back at me with a look of concern like I've never seen before. "Does it hurt bad?"I shrug. "A little. But not as much as
Tiffany was basically fine. I knew that when I took her home that night but I think I was a little shaken up by seeing her bloodied up. If it had been a man that had lifted a fist to her, I would have tracked him down and given him a taste of his own medicine. But being that it was another woman, well, the only thing I could do was take care of Tiffany.Nate and I had words, first, though. He was pretty pissed when he found out his wife had gotten smashed at a game and acted like that. But that didn't keep him from running his mouth off at me. He vowed to make my life hell if I ever got in his face again, to which I rolled my eyes and walked away. Telling him to get his wife's behavior under control was hardly stepping out of line, especially when someone else was injured by her actions. Not to mention, the owners don't like it when people close to the organization draw unnecessary press to the team.After Daniel found out what had happened, he went straight to Coach and warned him bef
He paces around the room, hands on his hips, still covered in sweat and filth from practice. He keeps running his hands through his hair before finally clasping them together and resting them on the top of his head. He keeps fidgeting as he walks."Do ye know what that's like?" he finally says. "Standing in the locker room in the middle of all my teammates. Teammates who have all fucked my girlfriend?"I reel back like I've been slapped. I knew he was upset when I let him in. Just the fact that he was still in his practice clothes was an indicator he had left early for some reason. But I never imagined it had anything to do with me. And I never, ever imagined this topic would be coming up again. He's been the first one to say my past didn't matter. He was the one who said it made me who I am and he liked who I am. Apparently he lied."They've all seen the freckle on yer nipple. They all know what ye smell like and taste like and what ye look like when you come." My face feels like it's
I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.I told her she was worth more than that. That she wasn't just an object for someone's pleasure. That she was letting herself be disrespected. And then I treated her like a groupie whore.And I hate myself for it."What are you still doing out here, Rookie?"I look over at the sound of Daniel's voice. He and Christian are headed my direction. Everyone else went straight to the locker room after practice except me. I decided to stay and do some drills for my cross kick. It's not bad, but it's not as good as I want it to be. Plus, I have this whole mess with Tiffany on my mind so I have energy to burn right now. And I definitely don't want to be in close quarters with Shivel."Just doing a little extra practice," I say as I flip the ball up with my toe and catch it as they get closer."Three hours of drills and scrimmage wasn't enough for you?"I shrug. "I'm still keyed up. Might as well take advantage of it."Daniel squints at me, like he's assessing me.
The beat of the drums is almost deafening and it seems like there are more horns blaring than normal. Usually the sounds and smells and sights of the stadium invigorate me. The sea of red excites me. Gives me energy that I feed off of. Today it does nothing for me. Which really pisses me off because coming to see the Mutiny play has been a favorite pastime of mine for years. But Rowen ruined that when he came over and used my body like it's a marker piece on the game board all his friends are playing with. I haven't talked to Rowen in five days, despite his repeated calls and texts. I know he feels bad about our last interaction. I saw it on his face when I told him to leave. In the heat of the moment, he had no idea what an asshole he was being. I understand that. But it doesn't make it hurt any less. It doesn't change the way he made me feel. And how he made me feel is not okay. I made a decision a long time ago… my body is my own, but my feelings count for something, too. And that
The roar of the crowd should be invigorating to me. It's my first professional game as a starter.I was called into the coach's office when we got here and given the news. Shivel is out. I'm in. He's been traded to California for a couple of practice players that will be here next week. I'm pretty sure most of us would agree we got the better end of that trade.So I should be excited. Instead, my mind is everywhere except on the game ahead of me. Actually, that's not true. My mind is on a certain brunette that I'm praying I'll see in the stands today. Tiffany's been ignoring my calls and texts all week. Can't say I'm surprised. I wouldn't answer any of my calls, either. But I texted her that I had left tickets for her at the will call office."She'll be here," Christian says with a clap on my shoulder. We're waiting in the tunnel for our names to be called as the rest of the team runs through to the field. I nod in acknowledgement of his comment, but it doesn't make me any less anxio
I sit down in the red chair across from his, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. While I wouldn't change what I did, I've never been one to put anything before the job at hand. Especially when we're in the middle of a game. There's a strange amount of shame running through me even though I know I'd do it again if put in the same position.We sit in silence for what seems like hours. Finally, I look up. Coach is rocking back and forth in his chair, fingers steepled and resting on his lips. He's just looking at me. Not even staring. More like trying to get his thoughts in order before he lays into me. I'd rather him yell."Which is more important… the girl or the game?" I was expecting some harsh words but nothing could have prepared me for that question."W… what?" I stutter. I don't even know how to answer.He waves me off like this should be an easy question. "If you had to choose one and lose the other, which is more important?"I shake my head slightly. "I… I don't know how to answer
I swing the door open when he knocks. As hurt as I've been over the last several days, his public proclamation of love went a long way to heal some of those wounds. We still have some things to discuss, but risking his new starting position just to apologize to me tells me how serious he is."What the… what are you doing?" I ask. Rowen is standing in front of me holding flowers, helium balloons, a card, and what looks like a big box of chocolates. "You know it's not my birthday, right?"He gives me a sheepish smirk. "I wasn't really sure how to go about apologizing to you. So I may have gone a little overboard.""Ya think?""I wanted to cover all my bases."I grab him by the arm and pull him towards me. "Get in here." I slam the door behind us and take the flowers from him. He follows me into the kitchen while I pull out the only vase I own. "How many games are you suspended for?""Just two," he says as puts all his presents on the counter. "And a five thousand dollar fine."I grimace.