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It was the first day of school for everyone except the football team. My team. Coach Howard was retiring at the end of the year, and he wanted to win the season so bad, he made us come all summer long. I didn’t mind. We both wanted the same thing. To be the best.
I got out of my car in the school parking lot and heads started turning. I felt people’s gazes on me. It went with the territory. Being watched and admired was something I was used to and enjoyed most of the time. I accepted the role I had to play and I didn’t halfass it. I was all or nothing kind of a guy.
“Cole! We’re going to annihilate them on Friday, man”, a jackass I had English lit with last year yelled from fifty feet away. He obviously had an intellectual disability, becauseweweren’t going to do that on Friday. My team was. He was no part of that. He was just the typical asshole who wanted all the perks that came with being a jock but lacked the discipline and the talent to actually do the work.
I knew I couldn’t say that. So I did what was expected of me. I glanced in his direction, and I answered with a smile.
“We’ll do.”
I noticed a girl was standing next to him. She looked like a sophomore, and he probably tried to impress her by talking to me.
I looked around, and I saw Chase. He was surrounded by girls who I had no doubt were ready to suck him off right there and then if he decided to ask. One of those jock perks I mentioned.
I strolled in his direction. A familiar voice came from behind a second before the fingers of its owner ran through my dark, always messy, hair.
“Hey there, prince charming.”
“Hey, Amy,” I suppressed my annoyance, took her hand which was now lingering on my neck, and returned it next to her body where it belonged.
Amy was beautiful. No one could argue that. She had long blond hair that felt like silk, which I knew, because she always found ways to pin her tight body to mine on regular basis. She had great tits, fine ass, and the attitude of a Playboy Bunny whenever her twin brother, who also happened to be my best friend, wasn’t around.
But she seemed determined to get me to fuck her no matter what, which always made me refrain from it. I was sometimes rude in my attempts to show her we were never happening. I ignored her and publically made out with other girls in front of her. She just smiled as if I gave her a compliment and tried again the next time we were in the same room. And that, unfortunately for me, was pretty often.
We stopped next to Chase and the group of wannabe cheerleaders.
“Do you have to act like a slut all the time?” Amy asked her brother. I couldn’t say she was a bitch, but I definitely understood why most people thought she was. And the horrified look on those girls’ faces made me change the subject fast.
“That’s it, man. One last season,” I pretended I didn’t notice the tension.
“For you maybe,” Chase grinned and played along. “I’m going pro, Cole. You will watch me on Super Bowl Sunday and will tell your average looking hookups that you once were touched by my greatness”.
I laughed. He was good, but I was better. The thing was I didn’t want to do the professional football player thing and he did. So much so that I really thought he had a chance to be one.
“That’s if you cut back on the bullshit on the field,” I said. I knew he hated when I commented on his wacky behavior, but I had two reasons to do it.
First, he was my best friend, and it was my obligation to tell him when he acted like a dumbass and, second, I was the captain of the team. Everything that happened on that field during a game was my responsibility. And most of the time Chase was a liability.
“I like it when you’re acting crazy on the field, babe, it’s really funny,” the chick under Chase’s arm meddled in our conversation. She was the perfect example of the girls Chase liked – fuckable and agreeable. He hated pussy drama more than anything and avoided it at all cost.
“He acts like an ass,” I snarled. “And has more confidence than skill, which does not equal a one-way ticket to NFL. If you want one day to be able to brag in front of your friends you banged this moron in high school, you shouldn’t encourage him.”
Me snapping at people like that was unusual, but I was under a lot of pressure. It was my senior year. Coach was riding my ass all summer long, and I didn’t need some random chick to inspire an even more rebellious behavior from Chase.
The girl, whose name I didn’t actually know, narrowed her eyes at me as if she was about to come after my ass, but she knew better. I was this school’s golden boy.
Seriously. There were people using that nickname for me.
“Leave it, babe,” Chase said to the girl. His eyes were concentrated on something behind my back. The frown on his face made me turn and look around. It took me a few seconds to recognize the person I was seeing.
The. Fuck?
I heard Amy explaining the scene that was unfolding in front of my eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” the smirk in her voice was obvious. “He’s back. And not to visit. His parents got divorced, and he moved here with his mother. He’ll graduate with us.”
“Who is he?” the girl that defended Chase asked.
“Dylan Williams,” Amy answered. “He’s a childhood friend.”
