Page 72 of The Late Hit
The locker room erupts in more shouts of “let’s fucking go” and “hell yeah.”
Huddling up, Harris starts our chant. “We’re the best. We can’t be beat!”
“We’ll never accept defeat!” the rest of us shout back.
With that, we funnel out of the locker room toward the tunnel that leads to the field. This season has been epic. We’re blowing out teams that should’ve been close. I’m getting carries that are making my stats look insane to the NFL teams. Eliza is so proud of my performance that she’s feeling like a top-five pick in the draft isreallypossible. I’ve got my girl, and I’ve never felt happier. I just need to find the courage to tell her I’m not coming back next year.
The last weekend of October has arrived, which means all of our biggest games kick off next weekend. It’s crucial we win and win them big.
WE WON!
We pulled off the win, making us still undefeated, which should allow us to keep the number one spot in the polls. The crowd is roaring. My adrenaline is high. Eight straight wins. Today’s game was a tough one. Hartford came ready to play. Seriously, I didn’t think we were going to be able to stop their run game, but, if anyone asks, I was one hundred percent confident we were going to win.
Making my way across the field, I find a few Hartford players I’ve gotten to know over the years and show my respect by telling them that they played a good game. Sportsmanship will be something I’m always known for. No matter how big we win and who we play, I’ll always shake my opponent's hand.
Standing on the thirty-yard line, I glance up in the stands, and my eyes immediately spot her. She’s standing there as the crowd disperses around her, searching for me out on the field. I take the time to admire her beauty.
Even from this far away and after a three-hour game in the sun, she looks beautiful. Her tight Levis look like they were painted on her.
Damn, her ass looks fine in those jeans.
Forcing my eyes from her legs, I take in the powder blue crop top that shows off her tight stomach. The color makes her eyes pop against her glowy skin. She’s wearing her glasses, which isn’t something I see often, but there’s just something about her in those round tortoise shell frames that do something to me. Loose, bright-blonde tendrils fall across her face, but she doesn’t care. She’s too busy wearing a smile that makes my chest flutter and makes me want to run to her.
And running to her is exactly what I do.
Taking off in a jog, I keep my eyes on her. A smile spreads across my face when she finally finds me in the sea of players. I didn’t think it was possible that her smile could get any bigger, but it does.
Standing on the field below her, she leans over the railing, trying to cut the space between us. My fingers twitch at my side, begging for me to reach up and grab my girl. But I’m not going to do it yet. As much as I want to tell everyone that she’s mine, I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a week since we decided to go from just being friends to dating exclusively.
“Meet you at the house?” I yell up to her.
The bright smile she was wearing morphs into a deviant smirk. “Hmm, we’ll see.” Brynn stands up, shrugging her shoulders, playing hard to get.
Only too bad for her, I’ve already got her. And I’m never letting her go. Cody stands there, watching our encounter. The wheels are spinning in his head as he tries to put together the change in demeanor between us.
“‘’Aight then.” Smirking back at her, my eyes drift over to Cody. Giving him a nod, I head into the tunnel toward the locker room.
Brynn Wilder is going to be the death of me, and I’m going to enjoy everything she throws my way.
The house is bumping when Grant and I pull into the driveway. People are spilling out of the house and all over the yard. Solo cups and cans are littering every surface. I’ll have to find some freshman to get on trash duty. We don’t need the cops getting called on us tonight. Not when we’re celebrating. Most of the cops will turn their eyes to noise complaint calls, but there are a few that will do whatever they can to get us in trouble with the school. It’s bullshit.
“Dude, you alright?” My question pulls Grant from wherever his head was.
Parking the car in the garage, I turn the engine off, and Grant opens his door.
“Yeah, something’s off with my sister.” He shuts the door and starts his way to the door. Grant and his sister are tight, being only two years apart, their relationship is strong. His family is the opposite of mine. The Campbells are caring, family-oriented, and loving.
Hmm, I wonder what that’s like?
Making my way around the car, my strides have me standing next to him.
“Anything you need, you know I’m here?”
Grant slaps my shoulder and nods his head.
“Yeah, man, I appreciate it.”
Looking up at me, he opens the door that leads into the house. Shouting over his shoulder, since the music is slow loud, “Now, let’s get fucked up.”
