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Chapter 9
Brady
It’s surprisingly getting easier to drive into work every day. I honestly thought I was gonna hate it, but a little blond birdie has been keeping me on my toes ever since I got here.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s certainly interesting, to say the least.
And no, I’m not saying that just because she has a pretty face. Well, okay, astunningface. But there’s something more to her, too.
Whatever it is, she’s certainly making this trade so much easier to handle. It’s like I have a little mystery to solve, and I have unlimited time to figure it out.
As I drive into the stadium and park my car, I see Willis waddling out.
“See? I parked my own car this time.” I swing the keys around my fingers.
He shakes his head and laughs. “Damn, just when I was starting to enjoy handling that Bentley.”
I guess I’m growing on him.
I enter the stadium, nodding and winking at Coach who sighs and rolls his eyes as he always does. I walk straight to the locker room to change and drop off my stuff. As soon as I walk in, the room lights up with jeers.
“Late! Late! Late!” The whole team sounds like a chorus of howls before breaking into rambunctious snickers.
“Y'all are way too hyped for a Monday morning,” I say, cramming my crap into my locker.
As I get dressed, James walks up to me and places his leg up on the bench to lace his shoes. Out of the two wide receivers, he’s my favorite. He actually catches my passes instead of flailing around with the ball like a dying fish.
“So what late excuse you got this time?” He looks up at me. His chin’s still red after he took a tumble at yesterday’s practice that left him dragging half his face into the green.
“Eh, the nutritionist’s got me eating boiled egg whites every morning.” I climb into my uniform, which feels a lot tighter than usual. Damn, have I put on weight? “What can I say? They take time to cook.”
“Ah, Izzie.” James’s face suddenly lights up. “God, she’s amazing, isn’t she?”
Hearing her name suddenly makes my ears perk up like a dog.
“Oh yeah. The pretty blond nutritionist.” I slam my locker shut and place my leg up on the bench to lace up my shoes. “What do you know about her?”
“What do you mean?” Judging by the expression on James’s face, he clearly already knows what I mean.
“You know, she’s kind of…mysterious.” I fumble with my laces. “I just want to know what she’s all about.”
James stops lacing up his shoes and leans against a locker. “You mean she’s not falling for your Brady charms and you want to know if she has a boyfriend or something?”
“No, that’s not it—”
“Because if that’s what you’re getting at, you know you have that morality clause—”
“That’s not what I’m trying to say!”
Just then, Sean, the running back, pops up out of nowhere and decides to join the conversation.
“Are we talking about that hot nutritionist?” His bald head practically illuminates the room.
Goddamn it.
“No, we’re not.” I stand up and grab my water bottle. “It’s nothing. Let’s head out to the field. Aren’t we all late?”
“Yeah, thanks toyou.” James playfully slaps me across the head. It’s a good thing he’s the second best player on the team; otherwise I’d be super annoyed at his constant teasing.
