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Seeing Peyton’s number flash on my screen shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. We haven’t spoken in months, not because we’re mad at each other, but because I’ve been busy and she’s been trying to give me the space I need to get acclimatized to the NFL. I’m in my second year, and there are times when I still find myself shaking in my cleats. I’m getting better, but… well, I’m always going to have doubts that I’m not good enough.
“Noah,” Alex Moore calls my name, taking my attention away from my ringing phone. I send Peyton to voicemail and rush over to where Alex is standing with two women. Dread washes over me the closer I get. Since the Portland Pioneers drafted me, he has been trying to set me up with anything that crosses his path. Of course it only works if the babe he’s interested in has a friend, otherwise he’s not willing to share.
“What’s up,” I say to Alex as we shake hands and the two women stand there watching. I try not to look at either of them. It’s not that I’m playing hard to get or that I’m not interested, it’s because more often than not, they’re only interested in one thing. This was something I witnessed first hand when it came to my dad and his career. There was always someone who didn’t give a shit that he was married or that Betty Paige and I were with him. They’d hit on him, throw themselves at him or proposition him, always promising him something better than what he had at home. How my mom could put up with that, I never knew or understood until my senior year in college.
The team was really good that year and suddenly I was the most popular guy on campus, at least during the fall. It was as if I was an overnight sensation. Not only was I the starting quarterback, but also Liam Page’s son and that made me the most eligible man on campus, meaning women were throwing themselves at me. I entertained a few, but none that I wanted to bring home to my parents.
When I was drafted, the attention from the opposite sex grew exponentially. It’s everywhere I go. If I’m at the store, the gas station, walking down the street or even running out onto the field, I can hear them calling my name, telling me that they love me.
My father always told me to never say it back unless I meant it. He said that while fans love you because you bring a certain amount of joy to their lives, you appreciate them. The word love is to be saved for the people that mean the most in your life. I have always heeded his words and aside from my parents, sister, and grandparents I haven’t told anyone that I loved them. Not even my high school girlfriends.
Alex introduces me to his new friends, Sabrina and Sadie, both of whom are models. He suggests that we go out on the town and before I can respond, my phone rings again.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I say as I step away from Alex and the women. I can hear him grumbling as I walk away, but that’s par for the course with him. He’s all about one thing and usually has no problem achieving his goal.
Looking quickly down at my phone, Peyton’s name and number are there. She usually leaves a message, knowing I’ll call her back, but not this time. I don’t know whether I should be concerned or not.
“Hey.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” she asks. That is how she normally starts our conversation, always conscious that I might be in the middle of something or about to become busy. There was a time in college when I would drop everything to talk to her, but those days quickly faded when I was drafted. Even in college, I would drop everything when she would call, often pissing off whatever girlfriend I had at the time. They were jealous of her and it didn’t matter that I told them they had nothing to worry about, they never believed me.
“Just got done working out. What’s up?”
“My prom is this week.”
“Ah, joyous time. Remember to smile nice and bright for your mom.”
“I don’t have a date,” she says, rendering me speechless. It’s not that guys don’t ask her out, they do all the time because Quinn fills me in, so I’m a little flabbergasted by her statement.
“How is that possible?”
She sighs and I swear I hear her sniffle. “Stupid Diana told everyone that you’re taking me to prom and even though I told everyone that wasn’t the case, no one asked me and now everyone has a date.”
Diana Jenkins has been a thorn in our sides for as long as I can remember. Her mother moved to town after she became infatuated with my dad’s band. Diana immediately tried to submerge herself into our tight-knit group. It didn’t go so well and she’s been a pain ever since.
