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I gave her the middle finger before I started running toward Harry.

Wasn't someone supposed to get the ball to that marked spot?

Confused, I looked at the coach, who was yelling at Harry.

The oldest Jones brother was already surrounded and knocked to the ground the next moment. However, he managed to throw the ball.

Nash, with the white number two on his green jersey, caught it with a suspiciously high jump.

Again, the crowd cheered and flashes went off from the corner where Jenny had positioned her silly team of reporters.

This was just practice. What was wrong with them all?

It's a wonder the cheerleading squad hasn't been forced to cheer yet, Coach Brennon!

I shot the coach a contemptuous look, knowing he was too focused on Nash.

Then I spotted the strange girl with the two-colored eyes, who had recently moved in with the Copelands, in the audience. Right next to her was the Ruisangor girl, holding a damn camera in her hands.

My body stiffened and I lost my focus on the game.

Images flashed through my mind. Images of her curious, innocent gaze, those brown eyes... when I had cum, damn it!

I had had problems, had constantly felt the teeth of that economics student on my cock, had almost sent her away, but then she had appeared and my body had taken on a life of its own. It had happened so fast and I hadn't even been able to react.

The memory alone disturbed me.

I was sick in the head.

She was a Ruisangor... And like every Legacy Ruisangor, she was blessed with a forbiddingly attractive body.

I felt something take on a life of its own behind my protective cup.

What the hell?!

“Kieran!”

She turned her head toward me, as did all the other spectators, and I quickly looked away from her and toward Nash, who was surrounded.

The ball flew through the air and, without thinking twice, I rushed forward and caught it, trying not to jump unnaturally high.

I didn't want the coach to notice me.

Loud whistling and cheering rang out from the sidelines.

But now I had the damn ball and complete strangers on my back – including this Marten guy, whom I didn't know because he was new to the pack – and they all started running after me as if I were their lunch.

“Get him to the line!” I heard Emely shout from the sidelines.

What line?

I had a damn boner because my brain and my dick weren't on the same team, I was in the middle of a game whose rules nobody had ever explained to me, and now this stupid coach was yelling at me too.

Fuck it.

I looked around. The only free player on my team was the fool with the number thirty-seven on his jersey who had forced me onto this team.

“Noah!” I yelled, and he immediately raised both arms.