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Alex chuckles. “Yeah, we’ve bunked together before at camps. We’ll have to wait until December, though. I still have another month paid for at the hotel.”
“Totally fine. Unless,” I smile mischievously at Seth. “Alex, would you prefer bunking with Seth?”
“Hells to the fuck no!” Seth shouts while stomping his foot. “There is no fucking way we are sharing a room. Ever.”
Alex chuckles and pats Seth’s back. “Oh, come on, Seth. It wouldn’t be that bad.”
Seth jerks away from him, his ears turning pink. “Just stay away from me, Goode.”
Alex winks. “You got it, Garcia.”
Yep, this is definitely going to be a very interesting arrangement.
23
HUNTER
Mylegsarestillshaking when I enter the locker rooms. This was our last game of the season. The last game to prove my worth to any scout watching in the arena. This was my last chance to score a career in the NFL.
And I think I just nailed it.
We won. I can’t believe we actually won. I’m still running on adrenaline. My shoulders are trembling from the exertion. I can still feel the pain in my arm from being tackled to the ground. There was nothing the other team could do to stop me. It was like my body knew exactly what to do, how to step, how to run, when to throw.
I had been waiting for this moment the entire season, and it was finally granted to me. I was the one to bring us to the Bowl. I was the one who got us that trophy. Not Brody, who had gotten a severe concussion. Unfortunately, the doctor told him he needed to be careful. His next hit could be his last, and so Coach was forced to bench him.
I glance over my shoulder, watching him strip off his jersey and smack it onto the floor. He’s still angry, but he’s a junior. He has another year to prove himself to the scouts, or figure out what to do with the rest of his life. I clench my jaw and turn my attention forward. That’s easier said than done, I know. I feel for the guy, no matter how much of an asshole he was to me this season. It’s terrifying knowing everything you ever dreamed of could slip through your fingers. That everything you ever worked for could turn out to mean nothing in the end.
“Hunter!”
Coach is leaning against the door, and I step towards him, only wearing my football pants and cleats.
“Put on a shirt. There’s someone who wants to speak with you.”
I quickly don my black t-shirt and follow Coach out the door, finding someone in a nice black suit, holding several folders in his hands.
“You must be Hunter,” says the man while holding out his hand.
I take it tentatively. I look for Coach, but he’s already heading back into the locker room. I guess his work here is done. Coach has never been a touchy-feely kinda guy, nor has he ever shown his care for players.
Only the game. That’s the only thing he’s ever cared about.
“Yeah, I’m Hunter Smith,” I say nervously while shaking the man’s hand.
Is this it? Is this my big break? Somehow, I was expecting a large crowd of cheering people and a barrage of people demanding for me to be on their team. This is a bit… underwhelming.
“I’m Harry Davis. I’m a scout for the Chicago Bears.”
“O-oh,” I say, grabbing my hands to keep them from fiddling with each other.
“We’ve been watching you for some time. I was surprised your coach decided to wait so long to play you this season. You have an amazing track record.”
I wince. I can’t really tell the guy I lost my team’s respect last semester due to me having familial issues. “Yeah,” I say, choosing my words carefully, “Coach had his reasons.”
“Well, I’m glad he changed his mind. You really carried the team this season. I can see all that hard work has paid off. Here’s my card,” says Harry while handing me a small, rectangular piece of paper with his name and contacts. “We want you for next season. You probably have other offers, but please consider this. Here’s all the information you need to know.”
He hands me the folders and I shove them under my arm, trying to hold myself back from flipping through the papers. I have no one interested in me. I always wanted to play for the Denver Broncos, but they haven’t contacted me at all. This is my only shot at being in the NFL, and although it’s nothing like I thought it would be, it’s better than having nothing.
“I’d be happy to answer any questions you have,” says Harry.
