Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
And now I was being benched.
“Felix will start when we play Georgia Saturday,” he went on to say.
“I understand,” I said with gritted teeth. I’d known the possible consequences of my actions and I’d done them anyway.
An expression of sympathy crossed his face. “Son, you’re the best player this school’s ever had. Don’t fuck it up over a girl. The players and the fans will blame you.”
Fuck it up? I was trying to have the best year of my life. He didn’t know what he was talking about. My PR was eating this shit up, but I didn’t remind him of that. It made him angry to think that I was only thinking about myself. “Yes, sir.”
After chewing on me for a few more minutes, reminding me of the way last year had veered off course when I’d let Felix and Bianca get to me, he finally ordered me to run miles. I left his office and headed back to the gym where I jumped on the treadmill and hammered out ten miles. Sweat dripped from me as I pushed. And pushed. I had to keep my focus and not get involved with Sunny. There had to be a line between us and I couldn’t cross it because once I did, I’d be all-in with her. And I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
We’d driven to class together this morning. I kept things cool. So did she. Sure, she’d agreed to continue the fiancée charade, but the closeness we’d had was gone. She was back to building a wall between us. I wanted to pull her out of class, take her to an empty classroom, and just . . . talk.
But I didn’t.
That week there were no more visits to the Student Center. No more late night study sessions. I did text her each day to make sure there hadn’t been any flowers left on her back porch. There hadn’t.
I stopped by Mimi’s house on Tuesday and Thursday when I was done with practice and knew that Sunny was at work. After texting her to see what her favorite foods were, I brought Italian take-out one night and Chinese the next. I didn’t say anything to Sunny about our visits because it wasn’t about brownie points. I felt like a heel for involving Mimi in my scheme, and truthfully, hanging out with Mimi wasn’t hard work. Hell, she was a sharp lady who liked beer and football.
On game day when Coach announced in the locker room that I wasn’t starting because I’d disobeyed him, the entire team glared at me. Felix wasn’t me and they knew it. Which is why at the half when we trailed by fourteen, I was dying to get on the field. I needed it. Surely, he hadn’t meant for me to sit out the entire game? Hell, that was meant for players who’d been arrested . . .
But he’d been angry.
After his pep talk at the halftime break, I went to him, helmet in hand. “Coach, let me fix this. I don’t want the entire team to suffer. You’re completely right about me, and I humbly apologize. I haven’t been focused enough, and I continue to put my own needs before the team.”
He studied me with a scowl on his face.
And he walked off.
Fuck.
I gritted my teeth in frustration and walked to the back of the locker room where Felix was getting a shoulder rub from one of the trainers. I sat down next to him on the bench. If I couldn’t play, I’d help him.
He glared at me, his lip curling in derision. “Having a bad day, Kent?”
Ignore what an asshole he is. Think about the game. “Dude. You need to snap faster. The defense is eating you up—and keep your eyes on twenty-one. As soon as the ball’s snapped, he’s reading you like a book—”
“Not your game. It’s mine, so back off,” he said curtly.
I swallowed my pride, refusing to walk away even when it was clear he wasn’t going to listen.
“Whatever issues we have, you need to let it go. Take my advice . . . please. I have the experience, and I know where you’re screwing up.”
“It’s not your game,” he bit the words out like bullets.
I clenched my fists. “I don’t care whose game it is. What I do care about is this team, and if you want to win, then you need to listen. It takes all of us, Felix.”
I felt a slap on my shoulder and flipped around. It was Coach, and by the look in his tired eyes, he’d heard me. “That’s the kind of attitude you need to have, Max.” A brief flash of a grin. “Now head out and start warming up.”
“I’m playing?” My heart jumped.
“Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “But no more fucking around.”