“And any advice for the strip tease?”
Seth shakes his head at me.
“I heard you.” I walk around to Seth and slap him on the back, my cockalorum back in full force. “Look at you being all full of wisdom and shit.” I know he is right because I would do anything for Rachel, even consider being a stepdad.
He looks back at me and my hand on him. “That shoulder will be doing some real damage tonight protecting your ass; don’t forget that, QB.”
I smile. “Are you making me one of those?” I nod toward the perfectly folded omelet he’s just slid onto a plate—knowing full well that whenever I try, I end up with scrambled eggs.
He frowns, then pushes the plate toward me with a grunt.
“Thanks, man,” I say, grinning as he starts cracking more eggs into a bowl. I take a seat at the table and devour the omelet in minutes, while sending off a text.
Me: Do I really need 2 get a spray tan?
After my little vent to Seth, I’m feeling better about Rachel and the future of our relationship. I take my plate to the sink and head upstairs to crank the stereo. Let’s get game day ready!
Me: 2 late now I’m on my way to the stadium; holy shit, this is big.
Me: I’m so nervous.
Me: Hey, can u let me know when u get here?
@ Lukecole: 2day is the day! The day we find out how overrated @RandyHarrisonQB reallyis! The Raptors don’t have the goods! I’ll bring the popcorn and let’s watch them choke @Cyclonesfootball
#watchhimchoke #notnflmaterial
@raptorsfootball @raptorscollege
#Cycloneschampions
Christian: Ignore him, he is a muthafucka.
Me: Hey, it’s been a few hours, everything ok. U at the stadium?
Me: About 2 run out. Jockstrap is in place.
My pass is on point as it lands in Christian’s hands, and I quickly jerk my head around looking for the familiar brunette in only my jockstrap. The stadium is large and finding her is like trying to find a virgin at college; yep, nearly impossible. Not that I want one or ever have. I figure I should never go there…well, except for my first, but that hardly counts as she took my virginity too. I just want Rachel, but she isn’t sitting with Shelby and Christian.Where is she?
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Randy
My knees bounce repeatedly, my cleats digging into the grass. My helmet rests in my lap, my hand gripping it so tight my knuckles have turned bone white. The lights above are bright, the crowd almost deafening as their team's quarterback lines up five yards behind center.
Snap.
He drops back and lets it fly. His pass is high, long, and on track as it spirals through the air. The catch is clean as their slot receiver runs it in for a touchdown. My head drops as they take the lead.
Coach is yelling something from the sideline as a hand drops to my shoulder. “Let’s go, QB. Time to answer back,” Robert, the offensive coordinator, says.
I nod, more determined than ever as their team kicker gets the point after touchdown. I throw my helmet on and look back to where Christian watches. He stands, rocking slightly back and forth, giving me a rapid, determined head nod. He knows my football better than anyone. He knows what I need to do to get this job done. Our teammates are good, but damn if I don’t want him on the field with me right now. My mom sits a few seats down, her fingers entwined, thumbs resting on her chin like in prayer. The whole stadium is nervous as the clock ticks down late in the fourth quarter.
I turn my head away from the crowd and jog to the center, lined up with my fellow teammates. Their safeties are creeping up. Linebackers shifting.
I call the cadence.
Ball snaps.
