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Why didn’t she just boot h the heart?
“Everyone always does thatat s on the questions and… I just hate that, okay?”
It didn’t make it hurt any less I hated those looks too The ones that called you a liar without ever saying a word It hurt and I hated it, but I understood
“Please don’t be h the apartment
And that er Wasn’t this what little sisters were supposed to do? Push buttons Make you want to strangle them? And then tell you at the end of the day they still loved you?
“Love you too, Alexis Night” It was nearly three am Practice toet thole days with Jules, not that I was counting and not that anything was going to happen Just two friends, hanging out for the weekend
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An ear-splitting whistle ricocheted insidein my body ached The paint from the lines on the field criss-crossed my back after the drills I’d had for twenty e The pre-season always stretched on for way too long Without the adrenaline fro out onto the field in front of thousands of people losing their collective rind of two-a-day practices took its toll
Coach hadn’t been happy about ht-on-time arrival, so I’d had to run laps My own personal hell Hey, let’s get this lineman who’s never had to run more than twenty yards at a sprint to do laps Not that I couldn’t use the extra cardio There was no holding back this year It was about laying everything on the line and pushing harder than I ever had I wasn’t getting straight As or anything, but I didn’t have the luxury of a family business or support to fall back on like Nix Even with a degree, it would be hard to find ithout a safety net But a few years in the pros and I’d be set for life
Right noever, I was eight seconds fro in full pads and going straight to the lineup hat I got for rescuing Alexis last night The second time this week This time she’d found herself stranded an hour outside the city at some house party in Jersey
Two-a-day practices leading up to the season opener were brutal, but no one could question Coach’s methods We’d won the national chaone, there was a lot of ground to cover to get our asses to the dance two years in a row
Our new QB, Austin, was doing everything in his power toin the way of the other guys trying to take his head off We huddled up and our QB went over the play
Breaking the circle, we jogged to our positions I crouched down, fingertips sinking into the freshly-ot hty-five percent of people in this world
Energy crackled along the line as everyone waited for the snap My legs tingled waiting for the telltale sound of the ball hitting the QB’s palrained froh school, I charged forward, holding off the defense anted nothing more than to co