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The Sabers weren’t meant to get this far, let alone hold their own against us. I have no idea what’s changed this year. Maybe Nate Jenner, their captain, was right, and he did have the skills to take them all the way. It certainly wasn’t the case when I was there.
It’s a close game, but by the time the whistle blows the Seahawks take the win. The crowd goes crazy, celebrating the fact that we just secured our place in the championship game. While everyone around me is on their feet, screaming for their beloved Seahawks, I sit back and watch.
Every member of the team runs at Aaron until he vanishes under a pile of bodies, whereas the Sabers try to console each other. Nate, on the other hand, launches his helmet to the ground in frustration before storming past the rest of his team and disappearing toward the locker room. His guys watch, but no one is fast to follow him. They all know what his temper is like. I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of him right now, that’s for sure.
As the cheering begins to die down, I turn to Conner. Only, the seat he was in only minutes ago is empty.
Reaching over, I slap Ace’s shoulder. “Where’d he go?” I shout.
“No fucking clue. You’re in the fucking finals, man.” His hand clamps down on my shoulder in celebration.
“Can’t say I had a lot to do with it,” I mutter.
“You were part of getting them here. You deserve to celebrate tonight as much as anyone.” He pales at the suggestion of celebrating.
“Soda only,” I grimace, “I got the memo, don’t worry.”
Ace soon shot down any possibility of us going to the party tonight. I told him that I could handle it, but he point-blank refused and instead arranged for some of the Heights guys to come back to James’ to catch-up.
I can’t say I’m all that bothered. There’s nothing all that special about a Bay party. Unless Had’s is there to lock myself in a bedroom with.
I bite down on my cheek as I think about the first time I got inside her. Fuck, that was hot.
My cock swells at the memory of her tied to that bed, writhing for me where she was so desperate.
Reaching down, I rearrange myself.
I might have promised everyone that I’ll stay sober tonight, and that’s fine. I can deal with that. But I could really do with getting fucking laid.
I’m having major withdrawals from my one hardcore addiction. Not even being able to see her, hear her, is driving me fucking crazy. It’s why I demanded that Conner get her to our place tonight. I just need to fucking see her. To know that she’s okay, that she’s dealing with all of this.
That unread message still taunts me on my cell. Time and time again I’ve gone to send another. But what’s the point? It’ll just be another one that gets ignored.
Thoughts of her texting that fucker Tim back torment me. Why did she reply to him, yet she won’t me?
My fists clench at my sides. I hate myself for getting worked up over this. I need to stay calm. The last thing I need is for things to get out of control the first time I do see her, and I ruin everything all over again.
I need to do better. I need to be better, for her.
Seeing as Conner has fucked off with his car, I’m forced to hang around with Ace and Remi to wait for the Heights’ lot to emerge from the locker rooms.
A few of them who were in the crowd come over to talk to Ace, but I keep myself hidden in the shadows, not wanting the endless questions about why I didn’t play tonight.
Before long, Nate, Levi and Jayden walk our way with a few others behind them.
“Ace, my man,” Nate shouts, pulling him in for a hug and slamming his fists down on his back. “How’s life of wealth and privilege? Looks like it’s doing you good.” He turns to Remi and runs his eyes down her body.
Ace’s shoulders tense, before his palm connects with Nate’s shoulder.
“Eyes elsewhere, motherfucker.”
“All right, keep your panties on. Fuck. You’ve changed, man.”
I step from the shadows before Nate says something he might regret.
“Ah, here he is. Football’s gift to the Sterling Seahawks,” Nate announces. Ace has already prepped them on what’s going on with me in the hope we can have a night without having to talk about it.
“Nate, how’s it going, man? Jay, Levi.” I nod at my two old teammates before they stick their fists out for me.
