Page 220 of For the Fans
He moves gracefully, stepping like it’s a delicate dance, launching the ball in a way that feels almost godlike. He’s truly incredible to watch. The strength and the focus, the way he breathes the game in and out of his lungs.
Kyran Harbor was meant to do this. Plain and simple. Right now, it’s as clear as crystal.
He’s going to the NFL. There’s no way he isn’t.
And for the first time, that thought doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t fill me with worry or doubt, about him leaving Boston. This is bigger than any of that…
Football is his destiny.
And cards on the table, I will gladly follow him wherever he goes.If he wants me to…
First down after first down, they drive, and it’s tense. It’s fucking suffocating, but they do it. And when he finally finds his shot, Kyran takes it.
His arm flies up. The ball soars.
Guty catches it.
Touchdown.
The Eagles just won thefuckingRose Bowl, baby.
I’m not sure I’ve ever spazzed so hard in my life. We’re all jumping and screaming. I’m hugging Bridget and she’s crying. Guty’s family is alerting nearby dogs with their high-pitched squeals of delight.
It’s fuckingepic. I can’t believe it… Except that Ican, because my man isthat good.
I’ve literally never been so proud.
“Your boyfriend is gonna get drafted,” Bridget sobs in my ear, and I chuckle while she shakes me around. “Where do you think he’s gonna go?!”
“Hopefully somewhere nice,” I sigh, my mind spinning through thoughts of various places in this great big country.
And hopefully he’d want me to come, too.
Biting my lip, I watch as Theo nails the extra point, and we all cheer for him because really, he’s the one who just solidified the whole thing. I never thought about it before… how much the team relies on their kicker. Theo is amazing at what he does. I hope he doesn’t give himself too much grief for missing one field goal in an entire season.
But if he’s anything like Kyran, I’m sure he’ll be beating himself up.
Kyran is just so fucking adorable right now, I can’t stand it. He and Guty are hanging all over each other, their teammates crowding around them in widespread celebration. Notre Dame’s offense lingers, with only fifteen seconds on the clock, the game is deemed over.
What a rush.A spectacular end to a wild season.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get either of your names,” Guty’s mom says to us over the noise, and“All I Do Is Win”bumping over the speakers.
“I’m Avi,” I tell her. “This is Bridget. Kyran’s sister.”
“Liz Gutierrez.” She grins. “This is my son, Marco.” Guty’s brother nods at us as Liz asks, “Are you two coming to the party?”
I glance at Bridget, anxiety weaseling its way up again. I hadn’t really planned on going to the party… I know Kyran will be the star of the show, and the idea of tagging along makes me feel a little awkward.
But Bridget nudges me. “You know he’s gonna want you there.”
Gulping, I nod hesitantly.
Guty’s mom and brother wave at us as they disappear into the crowd. And I’m even more nervous now… We all know parties full of football players aren’t my scene.
Buck up. You’ll have to get used to it if he goes to the NFL…
I just wish I could see Kyran right now. It’s so different when we’re alone. But every second we’re not together is spent with mountains of doubt rising between us.
