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CHAPTER SEVEN
JAKE
Three days later, I’m at football practice with Ryan, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Emily. The memory of fucking her in the library, watching and listening to the stunningly gorgeous woman who has me crazy for her. The curve of her neck, the warmth of her soft inner thighs, her intoxicating smell—she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I knew going into this fake relationship, she wanted just that… except ever since the party when we first met, she’s grabbed hold of a part of me. A part that’s now hooked on her and can’t let go.
These past few days, she’s only had brand practice once, so she’s been on my mind constantly since she’s kept her distance.
I turn my attention to the drills we’re doing, running sprints and practicing plays. The coach is driving us hard, shouting instructions over the sound of cleats digging into the turf and the heavy breaths of my teammates.
“Man, pick up your slack,” Ryan teases, running up alongside me between drills. “You’ve been so lovesick recently and don’t have your head in the game.”
The morning sun’s beating down, and sweat’s dripping down my back. Ryan isn’t faring any better.
“She hasn’t messaged me in two days.” I gasp for air. “What’s that mean?”
Ryan’s laughing. “Means you’re in trouble.” He then takes off for another sprint.
“Or she’s just busy,” I murmur to myself.
Just then, Tyler, the team asshole, rushes past me, intentionally knocking his shoulder against mine. Caught off guard, I stumble, barely catching myself.
“Watch out, fuckhead,” I snap, my anger flaring.
Tyler turns, his face twisted with rage.
“What’s your problem with me?” I demand, my frustration with him boiling over as I step closer to him, my arms stiff by my side, chest puffed out, shoulders squared.
We come face-to-face, and when he spits in at me, I lose my shit. I shove my hands into his chest, then swing a fist that clips him hard on the side of the head.
Coach has his back to us, missing the whole thing. Thank fuck!
When Tyler comes back at me, red as a fucking tomato, his fists raised, the whole team rushes toward us, Ryan making it first. He intercepts, shoving himself between us.
All the while, Tyler’s blurting, “I hate that you walk in here thinking you’re king shit compared to us, thinking you’re going to be the main star in our team. Well, fuck you!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” I spit.
“And ever since you started on the team, my ex has been pining over you!” He was shaking with fury. “You think I’m an idiot and don’t know that you’re hooking up with her?”
“Julie?” The blonde cheerleader who won’t leave me alone. “She’s not my type, never been.”
Ryan’s barking a laugh at this stage at Tyler. “Maybe you’re not good enough to satisfy her, or she wouldn’t be your ex.”
Tyler roars just as the rest of the team and Head Coach arrive, pulling him back.
“Break it up, now,” Coach commands. He glares at Tyler with a stern expression. “Go hit the showers and cool the hell down before I’ll let you back on this field.”
Tyler sneers in my direction, but he doesn’t protest against Coach. Jealousy can make a man go crazy. Then he turns and marches toward the locker room, his shoulders tense. The rest of the team are chatting loudly until Coach barks for them to do run around the field until he tells them to stop. They groan.
I push forward to join them, still furious at Tyler’s fucking stunt, when Coach grabs my arm.
“Not you. We need to talk.”
My gut curls.
We walk off to a quieter spot on the field, away from the rest of the team. Still fuming over Tyler, the last thing I want right now is an earful from Coach, especially when I was just standing up for myself.
