Chapter 70
Bree
Savannah and I sat down on the bleachers, her talking a mile a minute about something in her classes. I couldn’t quite figure out what she was saying, but it was definitely something about someone taking something that they shouldn’t have taken. Honestly, my entire focus was on the field, watching as the guys ran around, some with a vest over their equipment, and some without one on. It was clear they had made teams and were now playing against each other.
I had promised Gage that I would come to his practice, and I had. Of course, I brought Savannah along because as soon as she heard me saying what I was doing, she was very quick to volunteer to come. She hadn’t once broached the subject of her and Kenneth making out at the party, and honestly, that was her own hurdle to overcome. But I knew that if she ever wanted to talk about it, then I was more than happy to lend an ear.
Maybe it had something to do with my barely being at the dorm anymore. Since Gage had fully claimed me–or whatever you wanted to call it–I hadn’t spent much time alone. I was either in class, feverishly writing down notes, or I was at the library studying, with Gage sitting right across from me, or we were at his place.
Honestly, it was great that he had a place at McAlister Court, seeing that it was basically an apartment that he and Miguel shared.
It gave us a lot of privacy, even if Miguel more or less ambushed us the second we left his room. But still, it was better than actually having to share a room with Savannah while we were trying to… well, you know.
A gasp tore from my lips as I watched two guys collide. I saw how he was basically lifted from the ground, before the other smashed him down on his back. It looked awful, and it looked to hurt a whole lot.
“It’s brutal,” Riley muttered, plopping down right next to us. “That’s why they need medical professionals at all times,” she continued, pointing towards two men.
One of them looked serious, his eyes trained on the players, wearing a polo shirt with the team colors on it. But the other? The other looked downright terrified, his eyes widened, his body shaking ever so slightly.
“Why does that one look so scared?” I asked, pointing towards him.
“He’s a trainee,” Riley answered, Savannah taking to filing down her nails as she pretended not to listen. “He’s me in two years time.”
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“Really?” I asked, my eyes widening, as I turned towards her, clearly invested in what she was saying. “That is what you wanna do?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head. “I mean, I wanted to play professionally myself, but a torn hamstring is no joking matter. So instead I have to see it from the sidelines.”
“Why not get into coaching?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.
A dark, humorless chuckle escaped her lips. “You have better luck finding a needle in a haystack than finding a team that would take on a female coach. Besides, to be able to coach properly, you need to know the flow of the game, and if you haven’t really played the game all that much, then you’re no good as a coach.”
I nodded, as if everything she said was making sense. I already knew that Riley was in a male–dominated field, something she hated more than anything. But I also knew she hated the guys on the team, wanting to stay clear of them at any chance she could. The only time she actually endured them was when we were eating lunch together at the cafeteria, and
even then, she wasn’t exactly being chatty.
She hadn’t really opened up about it or shown that she wanted to talk about whatever it was that had happened. And just like they had never pushed me to talk, only letting me know that I could, that they wouldn’t judge me, I would never push them either.
“Uh,” Savannah said, leaning forward, grinning from ear to ear. “Someone’s excited to see you,
Bree.”
I followed her eyes, and right there in the middle of the field, stood my wet dream. Gage was there, wearing his gear, making his shoulders even broader, a helmet resting in his hand, and the other hand lifted in the air as he waved at me. And just like the happy–go–lucky guy I had left earlier to go to class, a humongous smile was plastered all across his lips.
A giggle burst out of me before I could contain it, heat spraying onto my cheeks. Like some giddy teenager, I waved right back at him, making him beam even brighter at me.
“God,” Savannah sighed, “he’s so in love with you, isn’t he?”
Riley laughed at that. “Stop drooling, Sav. It’s not becoming of a lady.”
“Please,” she huffed out, “look me straight in the eyes and tell me you don’t go all gooey every time you see them together.”
“Guys,” I sighed, leaning back against the bleachers, even if my eyes couldn’t stray from my delicious man running around in those tight pants that sculpted his ass perfectly. “Please don’t fight.”
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“We’re not fighting,” Savannah said, crossing one of her legs over the other. “But saying that I’m wrong would be lying.”
“Not everyone is looking for an All–American, wanting to have his babies and a picket fence house,” Riley muttered, rifling through her bag, before she pulled out a waterbottle.
“Maybe not,” she said, leaning back, a wicked smile creeping onto her cheeks. “Maybe someone would rather want a tall glass of margarita.”
My brows furrowed, but when I looked out onto the field again, I saw Miguel standing there, clearly looking at us–clearly looking at Riley. Those big brown eyes of his were locked on her, like her every movement was a necessity for him to catalog.
“Really?” I asked, my eyes widening, as I looked at Savannah, who only looked too goddamn gleeful. “You and Miguel?” I asked, directing the question towards Riley.
She huffed out a breath, rolling her eyes. “I’m not even sure who he is, Bree.” She shuffled on the seat, turning fully towards me. “Look, I’m so glad you guys are happy with your football players, and I truly hope that they’re great guys. But I’m not going down that road, I’m not gonna be with a player, because that’s what they are.”
“What does that mean?” Savannah asked, leaning forward so that she could look at Riley.
“Don’t listen to her, Sav,” I said, my voice low as I tried to keep myself out of it.
“Oh, please,” Riley sighed, rolling her eyes yet again. “Everyone saw Kenneth sucking on your throat at that party, don’t try to act all holy on us now.”
Savannah gasped, like a full–blown gasp. Her perfectly manicured hand flew to her chest, her eyes widened, and her mouth hung slightly open. With an expression like that, she could have easily starred in a period piece on Netflix or something like that. All she needed was a big wig and a big ass dress.
“You guys saw?!” she squealed, her voice all high–pitched.
“Sav-” I tried, but Riley cut me off.
“You were making out outside in the open, it wasn’t even like you were hiding it!” Even if her words sounded rough, you could see that Riley was having too much fun with it.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her hands running into her hair.
“So,” I said, trying the word on my lips. “Are you dating him then?”
“God, no,” she pushed out, basically huffing the word through her lips as she collapsed against the bleachers. “Have you met him? He’s a complete basketcase.”
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“No,” Riley said, leaning back way too smug, “he’s a player, is what he is.”
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I rolled my eyes, deciding to tune them out and instead focus on my man definitely working his ass off on the field. Honestly, I couldn’t wait until I got to see a proper game. I knew I had watched Oliver play a few times, and I had been there in the stands, cheering him on. But this would be different, this would be me cheering on a man who was so proud to have me there, so proud to have me cheering him on. I just knew I would go all out, I would be his biggest cheerleader, I would scream his name so loudly that he just knew I was there for him and only him.
I watched as he ran across the field, his long legs eating up the distance so fast that I just knew he had been barely running with me at camp. Actually, compared to what he was doing now, it seemed like he had simply been strolling through the forest while I was panting next
to him.
But even as that thought ran through my mind, I couldn’t help but admire him. Admire his strength, his agility, the way he simply knew what everyone else was going to do at any given point.
And then I noticed it. My brows furrowed as I started looking around the field, trying to see if I could find the number, find the cockiness emanating off of him. But no matter how many faces I took in, no matter how many times I looked over the field, I simply couldn’t find him.
Something started knotting inside of me, something tightening uncomfortably in my chest. Because, where the hell was Oliver Camden?!
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Uhhh, Bree knows something’s up
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