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Shit My phone wasn’t in er Double shit

“Man, if you could see your fucking face right now” Stubbs pointed at me “This is why I never have one woman I don’t want to deal with this shit”

“You have two girlfriends How is that any better?”

“Well, if one gives rinned

The guys started to trickle in Everyone patted rief about my hand There were a few coue I didn’t need to start punching out ame

I’d never felt the need to protect someone before But I didn’t like the way they talked about her How hot she was How fucking aweso up nore them

“Blakefield, you ready for this?” Bruno stuck his chest out and walked through the crowd of linemen

“Hell, yeah” I gave hih five

“Then let’s huddle and get out there”

18

Lennon

I was taking being the quarterback’s girlfriend to a whole new level I earing Wes’s jersey along with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of gorgeous leather boots he had had embroidered foron those alone was over a thousand dollars He liked to spoilto like it too I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and slipped on silver hoops

I looked at eon I didn’t look like the girl who had graduated at the top of her irl so in love, she’d do anything to see her boyfriend play football

I heard the knock on the door Too late to undo this now, I reminded myself I was in it Totally in it

The driver dropped me off under the stadium and showed me where the elevator was that I was supposed to use for Wes’s private box I wore the credentials tag he gave uard at the elevator