"You know that you look ridiculous, right?" Chloe said as she walked beside me across the quad. I glared over at her from under my sunglasses as she tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes rolled over her outfit, and I internally grumbled at her long sleeve blue top, standard carpi pants, and white vans. If she had listened to me when we were getting dressed, I wouldn't look so ridiculous. My hair was tucked under my black hoodie, and I wore the same dark pair of skinny jeans that I did at the party.
"The whole point of this was to be incognito." I huff at her as she let out a laugh.
"So, instead of dressing normal so that we don't stand out, you decided to dress like you were going to rob a liquor store? At least loosen the string on your hood, so it isn't so tight around your face. Be cool, woman." I swatted her hands away when she reached over to untie the string and adjusted it myself.
"The last thing we need is for someone to see me going to the locker r
"Is that a threat?" My feet pulled me forward and around Chloe as I got closer the Teresa. "Oh goodness, no! I just wanted to let you know that your secret is safe with me." The way her eyes widened in feigned innocence was offset by the malicious emphasis in her statement. As if I would ever trust a secret to be safe with her. "Look, we are in a hurry, but I appreciate you checking on me. I am fine, clean, and healthy." I snapped before I turned and began to walk away again. Nothing sounded better than to get as far away from her as possible. Chloe stayed back a moment more, but I didn't listen to what she said to Teresa as I stormed off in my blind rage. Slight panting reached my ears as Chloe jogged to catch up to me. "Okay. I'll give it to you. She can be a bit rude at times, but she is a good person when she wants to be." She defended, and I planted my feet and turned to face her with the quickness of a possessed Chuckie doll. "
I ducked my head in anger as my pass fell short. A glance at Coach, with his face red and the clipboard ready to snap in his hands, I could see just how angry he was with me. When Diana and I broke things off, I couldn't throw to save my life, but that had changed after I met her, my mystery girl. It was like I wanted to impress her, and had been playing better than ever - until today. I could feel something hanging over me like a dark cloud, and I knew something bad was going to happen. "Briggs! Get your ass over here!" Coach yelled, and I recoiled slightly at the animosity in his tone. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger, but there was no evading it now. Jones ran by me and slapped his hand down on my shoulder pad in encouragement before he continued down the field. I glanced up as a drop of sweat dripped off of my eyebrow, and I pulled my helmet off. Coach Anthony jogged back onto the field, and I watched with curiosity as he lea
Caleb, I can't tell you how perfect that night with you was. I'm sorry for all the trouble that you have gone through to find me, but I need you to stop. Please. You will one day make a girl very happy, but I don't think that girl could be me. I want you to step out of the path your parents set out for you, and if certain people found out about me (about us), that would never happen for you. You, of all people, should know the truth already, but some pretty shitty things are being said about me. So, I want to clarify a few of them for your peace of mind... and my amusement. Here I go, starting with my least favorite rumor to the absolute best one: 1. I've heard you may have an STD and were trying to track me down to either tell me that I have one too or to sue me for giving you one. From what I know about you, you don't seem like the kind of guy that would be so public about something like this
That night, I sat at the back of the bleachers as our school dominated the field. I rose to my feet with the other spectators as our team took the ball into the end zone. A noise of "Oh" left my mouth with the crowd each time one of the opponents took down one of our men. In all reality though, I couldn't tell you what was going on in the game. My eyes were locked on number 17 as he played the game like it was as easy as breathing. The stands were filled with red and black in school spirit. Holden University was a large campus, and we were all bound together like a large family ready to take on an intruder at a moment's notice. Our mascot, a cartoon-like demon, was wildly protested by the churches that surrounded the campus as well as quite a few parents. They would never take us down though. We were unstoppable, and the harder that they protested our mascot, the stronger we grew as an impenetrable united front. Every now and then, my eyes would drift from th
My lecture went by quickly, too quickly. Much to my neighbor's dismay, my leg shook the entire time and was partnered with the clicking of my pen. As everyone gathered their belongings, I sat stiffly in my seat. It wasn't until students started coming in for the next lecture, that I made my way from the hall. If anything should be called the walk of shame, it should be this. Having sex is not a shameful act. Leaving the next morning after a satisfying night of sex is not a shameful act. However, walking to my dad's office to get yelled at and judged for my latest one-night stand; I could practically feel the shame radiating off of me with every step I took. My lower lip sat pinched tightly between my teeth as I got closer to my destination. The further from the main campus I got, the emptier the halls were until it was just me and the chilled winter air to keep me company. The feeling of my heart as it thumped in my chest made breathing quicken as I k
The loud voices of the team reverberated throughout the locker room as the team changed for practice. It wasn't long before the room quieted at the sight of Coach Anthony. He looked uneasy and uncomfortable as he stood before us. It wasn't lost to me that he had come in through the main entrance instead of from the coach's offices like he normally would have. As I laced my cleats, he cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him from my bent position. "Let's go, gents. Coach is not going to tolerate tardiness today. He is already on the field." He said before he promptly turned and made his way out of the room. His chubby fingers scratched at the back of his neck as he did so, indicating his discomfort. "What's going on with him? Think he's in trouble, or that we're in trouble?" Jones asked as I stood upright and pulled my pads on. "Not sure, but I have the feeling practice is going to be hell today." The room started to get louder again
I could feel his eyes on me with every step that I took. It didn't help my confidence at all that I was a dripping, red mess. I'm sure the sight of me panting and perspiring like a pig was enough to make him lose interest. After him seeing me like this, there would be no way that he would want anything to do with me. The sound of a whistle had me sigh in relief. I had been out there for half an hour longer than the team had been, but while they were running drills, I was doing conditioning. My muscles were loose like limp noodles from the excessive cardio. It felt horrible to my body but amazing on my lungs. It had been proven that workouts caused a release of endorphins. That was something I only partially understood. I never enjoyed the way my body would ache, tense, and knot after. But man, did it feel good mentally. Taking a deep breath after a hard cardiovascular workout felt different. It reminded me of the feeling you would get when taking that first full inha
The entire practice, it was like there was a silent alarm on her. Every time I looked her way, it would trip, and security guard Tyler would be on me like a hound of hell. I couldn't say how many times he slammed into my shoulder, pushed me, or tackled me down (a few illegal plays, might I add). By the end of practice, I was fuming with anger only to see him wrap his arm around her as she leaned into him. Did she choose him over me? The hurt that swam through my chest was a new feeling to me, and I didn't like it one bit. "Man, you look like you're ready to kill," Jones said with a laugh as he slapped his hand down on my shoulder pad and turned me so that I wasn't staring at my girl…correction, his girl anymore. Any man would be stupid to not fight for her. I could see why he would be so protective. If she had given me a chance, I wouldn't have let her go either. "It's whatever, man. I just want this day to end." It was obvious to me