Page 216 of For the Fans
As far asIknew, Kyran was always straight, up until we started hooking up. He’s always dated girls, never so much as mentioned any other experimentation, and even fought me on it for the majority of our sexual encounters.
So what would make Bridget say something like that…?
What is the real reason the Harbor family split up?
Why did she leave, and never come back?
I have so many questions, there are question marks spilling out of my ears. And I know it’s not the time or place, but I really want to get at least a few answers. It would be nice if Kyran would tell me this stuff himself… All I want is for him to feel comfortable enough to confide in me. But I don’t really see that happening, especially after the way he threw up the ropes and closed himself off last night. So even though I know it’s a clearviolation of his trust to probe his sister for information, I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself.
The whole thing has me so antsy, I’ve already killed an entire pack of Twizzlers.
And on top of it all… thisgame.
The first quarter is already winding down, and I feel like we were just watching the coin toss. It’s flying by fast, the nerves and adrenaline of watching the man I love down there on the field making me so jittery I can hardly sit still.
“Avi.” Bridget drops her hand onto my knee, stopping its incessant bouncing. “Relax.” I peek at her, and she chuckles. “Breathe. Jesus, your leg’s gonna fall off.”
“Sorry,” I sigh on an exhale. “I’m just really nervous…”
My eyes stay on Kyran as he bends at the waist and prepares for the snap. We’re much farther away than I’m used to being… Usually I’d be on the sidelines with a clear view of his facial expressions and his subtle movements. Up here, it’s like I’m watching him on TV, only surrounded by ninety thousand cheering fans.
The ball is hiked to him, and Kyran straightens, stepping backward with his arm cocked. Guty is open down the field, so he launches the ball, and it soars, spiraling to our wide receiver. Guty catches it and steps twice before he’s tackled. But still. First down.
Everyone cheers, including me.That’s my man down there…
“See? No need to be nervous,” Bridget says to me with a smile. “Your boyfriend’s got this in the bag.”
A smile curves my lips, though it’s still tense. I just can’t help it… There’s so much going on, and I have no weed to fill my lungs with. Not even a goddamn edible.
Oh, and did I mention we didn’t even get to fuck last night??
Yea, that was fun. After dinner, I went straight back to the hotel, showered, and parked my ass in bed waiting for Kyran toshow up so I could give him his good luck dick. Then he texted me that Coach wasn’t letting any of them go anywhere, and it was too risky for him to try to sneak out.
If I’d known that was gonna happen, I would have fucked him in the bathroom of the damn restaurant.I bet the guy who gave us a dirty look for touching each other would’ve really loved that.
The second quarter flies by just like the first, fast and action-packed. Notre Dame is on fire, their defense doing a number on our running game. But no matter how hard they try to stifle the connection between Kyran and his receivers, they can’t stop us from scoring.
Kyran’s already thrown two touchdown passes, sinking balls down the field at every opportunity. By halftime, the score is twenty-four to fourteen, Eagles in the lead. My stomach flutters as I watch Kyran run off the field, knowing he’s probably being all serious and tense, wishing he could control every move made around him.
I hope he finds time to look at his palm… Trace those lines. Calm down and remember to enjoy this.
“You wanna grab a beer?” Bridget asks, standing up and stretching out her arms.
We’re both wearing number nine jerseys, and she even painted a9on her cheek with maroon and gold sparkles.
Considering it for a second, I stand by her side. “Sure, why not.”
Beer isn’t weed. It’s fine.
We leave our seats to go find a concession stand, where Bridget orders two beers, waiting until we’re far enough away to hand one to me, since ya know… I’m not twenty-one just yet.
“So are you a football nut like Kyran?” I ask Bridget with a grin while we putter around inside the lower level of the stadium.
She chuckles. “I’ve always loved football. We grew up watching it together… Mainly because Dad was so into it. But you have to admit, there’s nothing quite like it.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “There are other exciting sports, I guess… What about hockey?”
“Why is hockey exciting?” She peers at me with a smirk. “They don’t even let the players fight anymore,” she scoffs. “Highly stifles the raging testosterone in the air. Plus, they’re just moving back and forth. Same as basketball, soccer…”
