“You’re more than ready. What’s keeping you here?”
“I’ve got my reasons.”
All five feet, nine inches with dark hair, a beautiful smile, and a look that could kill me. But I don’t tell him that.
“Don’t let fear hold you back. You were one of the best running backs when you were playing. I’d hate to see you get in your head about this.”
“You’re starting to sound like Willow.”
Scott huffs. “She’s got a point. Rodgers fumbles too much.”
“No need to rush things. I just want a few more weeks.”
I want to be in peak physical shape. It’s not that staying here is going to hurt me at all. Besides, this late in the season, it’s unlikely I’ll play anyway.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m not ready to meet my fate just yet.
“Just don’t fuck it up this close to the finish, alright?”
“What, me? Never.” I chuck my dirty towel at him.
“I’ll be glad to be done with you, Winchester.” His words hold no malice.
“It’s like you really do love me.”
Scott points at me, an idea coming to mind. “And just for that, you and Audrey are going to do the trail run today.”
“I take it all back,” I whine.
I fucking hate the trail run.
“Too late.” He turns, finding Audrey on the leg machine and calling her over.
“What’s up, Scott?”
Her dark hair is twisted up in a braid around her head. It’s still weird to see her like this. Not a blonde hair in sight.
“You and Logan are hitting the trails today. Two-mile loop and back.”
“What the hell? I thought we only had to do it once a week?”
His smile is cunning. “Too bad. You’re doing it with him.”
“This is his doing, isn’t it?” She thumbs in my direction.
“It usually is.”
“I’m standing right here, you know.”
They ignore me. “First one back gets to go home when they get back.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Audrey sprints off through the open gym door.
“You fucker!” I yell at him as I chase after Audrey.
Something I’m familiar with.
