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“Nah, that’s alright. I’ll show you,” Ellis told him, and he jogged back down the bleachers toward the field.
“You sure you want to do this?” I asked Caleb, surprised.
“It’ll be good for you,” he said seriously. “Help you relax. Plus you heard Ellis.” He rubbed his bicep through his sweater. “I have bullets in these guns.”
* * *
“Okay, but Ellis isn’t like… hitting on him, right?”Walker asked me as we stood on one side of the field and Ellis and Caleb stood on the other.
We both watched as Ellis put his hands all over my fucking boyfriend, not just squeezing his biceps, but grabbing big handfuls of his hips, twisting him around, doing the same kind of stance shadowing I did. Big difference, though, because The Beast was mine.
“No.” I shook my head. “God, no. Ellis is… super straight.”
Walker grunted a laugh. “Yeah, so am I. Ask around. So are half the guys you fuck. You and Ellis never…”
“Ew. No. Why would you even… ew.”
“Why ew? He’s not ugly.”
“Yeah, but he’sEllis.He’s like my brother. My really obnoxious brother. What, you got a thing for Ellis now? Yesterday you wanted to kill him.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a thing for Ellis. Just pointing out… he’s got those magic hands. All over your tutor. If he had his hands all overmytutor I’d probably be pissed.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Nothing that needs to be said.”
“I’m justsaying. You have my back. And I appreciate you looking out for me when I’m cracking up. I know you’ve been defending me when I didn’t deserve it, That’s a big fucking deal to me, Logan. Knowing there’s someone around I can trust.”
“Whatever. Keep it in your chest.”
“I got your back too. Just so you know. Whatever the rest of your year looks like. If say, you wanted to do something besides just fuck around with straight boys. If The Beast started wearing your jersey to my parties, I’d knock somebody else out if I needed to. But I think it would be okay.”
“Great. Thanks. Good talk,” I muttered, and I knew my face was red hot, and my stomach was churning. I didn’t need to keep finding myself in these heart to heart conversations. “Yo assholes, we doing this before the sun goes down or what?” I shouted across the field, and Ellis finally backed off my boyfriend. Who apparently everyone knew was my boyfriend whether I said it or not. Who would look pretty fucking tight with my 67 strapped across the front of his chest at a victory party.
* * *
For a while we just threw back and forth, fucking around, getting loose, swapping angles, swapping partners, just giving Walker somebody new to throw to. As long as I’d known him, Walker’d had zones blocked out in his backyard, did his own training, target practice and agility, doing hours and hours of above-and-beyond practice no one else did.
Letting all that slip for the past few weeks had left a mark, one that everyone could see, but he could see in neon, agitating him every time inches turned into feet and a pass went wide. But Ellis kept it light, laughing and tumbling and talking shit, and eventually he’d get Walker to come back around again.
Whether they’d be more on than off for Ollie’s game, it was really hard to say.
You’d think that would be the most interesting story on the field, but watching Caleb tug his sweater off, everyone taking the time to lift his arm, line him up, kick his feet into a better stance like he was a big action figure, that was what I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. The craziest part was, unless he was a way better actor than I thought, he was actually having a good time.
Nobody talked shit when his passes went miles too deep— in fact, I think it made Walker feel better. No one cared his spirals weren’t tight or that he literally could not run the most basic play, even one that was justkeep running that way.
Turned out everyone kinda loved my boyfriend.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“I don’t know how you do this every day,”Caleb said, rubbing at his right arm as he closed the door behind us. “My shoulder hurts, my neck hurts, my whole chest hurts. I’m sore and sweaty and my clothes—”
I cut him off when he turned around, sticking my tongue down his throat, kissing hard, and then grabbing his tshirt and tearing it off over his head, grabbing for his zipper as I licked up his chest, lapping at sweat. “You were so fucking hot out there. Tearing up the field. So hot.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I think you might have been watching someone else. I was the guy tripping over himself.”
