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Not with his limp.
The bones in his right leg shattered in three different places. He took off his cast a month ago, and after some physical therapy, he’s able to walk now. But he has a limp and he’ll never be able to get on the field again.
His football career is over before it could even really begin.
I trip over my own feet and one of Hallows High’s players tackles me to the ground. My head smacks onto it and if it isn’t for my helmet, I’d probably end up with a concussion. I hear a whistle and the opponent moves off me, and even though I can’t see it, I know he’s smirking as he swaggers away. Asshole.
Maddox, our famous quarterback, jogs over to me, and he slaps me on the back. “Get your head in the game, Colton.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, chewing on my mouthguard.
Sometimes I wonder if Cole wishes it was me. If he is ever angry, or envious, that I get to play football and he has to sit on the bleachers and watch. Does he hate me for it?
But Cole is the good brother, the one with a soft heart. He’d never think that.
Frustration clogs my veins when I miss another chance at a touchdown, the ball ending on the sideline. Fuuuck.
I hear the half-time whistle, and then Coach is summoning the team his way. I swagger over to him, taking my sweet-ass time to join the rest of the team and making me the last one to enter the locker room. I shoulder past Maddox, who’s blocking the entrance with his body. He spears me with a dark, confused look. I know he’s pissed at me, for potentially ruining the game for the team. For him.
Like Cole, football is his life.
The only thing he has going for him. The only thing that truly matters to Maddox Coulter. He doesn’t give a shit about any girl, or the money in his back account, or the fame that comes with being a Coulter. He only cares about football.
My best buddy can’t read my mind, but he knows something is up. If there’s another person who gets me after Cole, it’s Maddox. I guess you could say, we’re the same peas in a pod. We have everything we could ask for — money, chicks, fame. But we bonded over the fact that we both live to piss off our parents. It’s probably the only reason we’re even friends in the first place.
We understand each other.
So, I have his back. And he has mine.
“What is wrong with you, Bennett?” Coach Reagan practically roars in my face when I’m close enough to him.
I rock back and forth on my heels. “I only missed a touchdown, relax. We’re still leading.”
“You missed two touchdowns,” he snarls, his face red and veins bulging in his neck. Oh yeah, he’s pissed. “And you missed three passes. That ball hit you right in the damn chest and you let it drop like a hot potato!”
Jesus Christ, why is he turning this into a huge deal? It’s not like we’re losing the game. Our opponent, Hallow High, is nothing up against our team. We’re going to win our first game, even if I’m shitting all over the field.
Coach gets right in my face, and I meet his eyes. I don’t back down or cower at his glare. “You either focus, or I bench you for the rest of the season,” he threatens, his voice low and dark.
Yeah, he won’t do that.
His glare sharpens when I scoff. “You think I’m bluffing, boy?”
I simply shrug. He knows I’m good, an asset to the team. My nonchalant response is only pissing him off more and I can’t help but grin. Apparently, angering people has been my favorite hobby lately. “You lose my game, and I’ll make sure you say goodbye to your future football career, Bennett.”
Maddox grabs me by the collar and pulls me back. “Sorry, Coach. He’ll focus now.” I lower myself onto the bench and stretch my legs out in front of me. “You will, Colton. Won’t you?”
Maddox’s shadowed gaze is imploring. Don’t fuck this up, he’s trying to silently tell me.
I release a deep breath and then nod. “Yeah, okay. I lost focus for a minute there. I’m sorry, Coach.”
Coach glares one more time at us before stalking away. I tear off my helmet as Maddox sits down beside me. He quietly hands me a bottle of water and I take it. Chugging half of the bottle, I close my eyes and inhale. Then exhale another deep breath.
“Are you going to say something to me?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.
Maddox chuckles drily. “I would talk if I thought you’d listen. But I have a feeling I’m only going to waste my breath right now.”
“We’re still winning the game,” I complain, almost petulantly. “I don’t understand why Coach has to chew my ass out like that.”
