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with large footballs on each corner. The photo itself is of her and a girl that looks exactly like her standing together at a stadium surrounded by red and orange colors.
“What’s that?” I ask, pointing at it.
She cranes her neck to look behind her. “The picture?”
“Yeah.”
She grabs it and hands it over to me with a smile. “That’s me and my sister at Arrowhead Stadium last year.”
I blink, pausing to take a good, long look at her face in the photo; grinning and happy. “You like football?”
“Doesn’t everybody?” she chuckles. “Well, except my sister, Daisy. She’s more into baseball.”
“Rose…” I grin, “and Daisy ?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know… you can blame my dad for that crap.”
I take another look around and her world comes into even greater focus. More framed pictures sit around, most of them of her and her sister with face paint on their cheeks at various sporting events. Team pendants hang on the wall by the window. Stuffed toys of mascots sit on a chair in the corner. I’m not sure how I missed it at first, but then again, my focus is more or less locked on the lady when I’m between her knees.
I turn back to her. “You really like football…”
“Yeah. I, uh…” She blushes a little and her eyes fall to the mattress.
“What?” I grin.
“I got kind of… excited when I saw your name on Dr. Zach’s class list.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I shake my head. “So, when I spoke to you after class that first day, you were actually—”
“Completely fucking freaking out inside, yeah,” she nods.
Holy shit.
We both laugh. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” I say.
“Well…” She shrugs her shoulders once. “I can’t have anything to do with you, technically…”
I admire her pink cheeks for a few moments, letting it all sink in. “Huh…”
“What?” she asks.
“I just… never would have guessed. Do you go to our games?”
“Every single one,” she nods. “Especially last year. Cary Pierce was the friggin’ coach. I nearly had a heart attack when I found out.”
“Me, too!” I laugh.
“What was it like?” she asks, her eyes growing wider. “Having him for a coach?”
“Uh… amazing . The guy was a genius .”
“He had to have been to turn the team around like that. I’ve gone to every home game here since I was a freshman and I never saw the team do that well.”
“Did you meet him while he was here?”
“Hell yes! Just once, though.” She points to a shelf behind me across the room. “I got him to sign that ball for me after the Homecoming game last year.”
I glance over my shoulder and I stare at the bright metallic signature scribbled across the pigskin.
Turns out, Rose Hawthorne is even better than I thought she was. I just expected her to be some cutesy science nerd. Not that she isn’t. She definitely is but I never thought she’d be a huge football fan, too. I wasn’t even sure that hybrid existed in a girl like her.
She’s still grinning at me when I turn back and it fires warmth all the way through my toes. “You’re really fucking cool, Rose.”
She laughs. “Thank you.”
My gut lurches, struck down by a feeling completely new and oddly scary. I sit still, hoping it’ll pass but it lingers in me like a virus taking hold of my system.
This is guilt. I feel guilty. I never feel guilty but laying across from her now, covered in her sweat, I feel like shit.
Because she’s just part of the trifecta.
One down. Two to go.
“Hey, Johnny…”
My lips curl at the sound of her voice. “Yeah?”
She moves closer and the sheet slides from her breasts as she leans in to kiss me. I lay a hand on the small of her back, pulling her in to feel those soft tits press hard against my chest. She giggles as she rolls on top of me and my groin surges with blood again.
After a few moments, she pushes up on her arms and looks at me with serious eyes. “We should talk about this…”
I
“What’s that?” I ask, pointing at it.
She cranes her neck to look behind her. “The picture?”
“Yeah.”
She grabs it and hands it over to me with a smile. “That’s me and my sister at Arrowhead Stadium last year.”
I blink, pausing to take a good, long look at her face in the photo; grinning and happy. “You like football?”
“Doesn’t everybody?” she chuckles. “Well, except my sister, Daisy. She’s more into baseball.”
“Rose…” I grin, “and Daisy ?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know… you can blame my dad for that crap.”
I take another look around and her world comes into even greater focus. More framed pictures sit around, most of them of her and her sister with face paint on their cheeks at various sporting events. Team pendants hang on the wall by the window. Stuffed toys of mascots sit on a chair in the corner. I’m not sure how I missed it at first, but then again, my focus is more or less locked on the lady when I’m between her knees.
I turn back to her. “You really like football…”
“Yeah. I, uh…” She blushes a little and her eyes fall to the mattress.
“What?” I grin.
“I got kind of… excited when I saw your name on Dr. Zach’s class list.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I shake my head. “So, when I spoke to you after class that first day, you were actually—”
“Completely fucking freaking out inside, yeah,” she nods.
Holy shit.
We both laugh. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” I say.
“Well…” She shrugs her shoulders once. “I can’t have anything to do with you, technically…”
I admire her pink cheeks for a few moments, letting it all sink in. “Huh…”
“What?” she asks.
“I just… never would have guessed. Do you go to our games?”
“Every single one,” she nods. “Especially last year. Cary Pierce was the friggin’ coach. I nearly had a heart attack when I found out.”
“Me, too!” I laugh.
“What was it like?” she asks, her eyes growing wider. “Having him for a coach?”
“Uh… amazing . The guy was a genius .”
“He had to have been to turn the team around like that. I’ve gone to every home game here since I was a freshman and I never saw the team do that well.”
“Did you meet him while he was here?”
“Hell yes! Just once, though.” She points to a shelf behind me across the room. “I got him to sign that ball for me after the Homecoming game last year.”
I glance over my shoulder and I stare at the bright metallic signature scribbled across the pigskin.
Turns out, Rose Hawthorne is even better than I thought she was. I just expected her to be some cutesy science nerd. Not that she isn’t. She definitely is but I never thought she’d be a huge football fan, too. I wasn’t even sure that hybrid existed in a girl like her.
She’s still grinning at me when I turn back and it fires warmth all the way through my toes. “You’re really fucking cool, Rose.”
She laughs. “Thank you.”
My gut lurches, struck down by a feeling completely new and oddly scary. I sit still, hoping it’ll pass but it lingers in me like a virus taking hold of my system.
This is guilt. I feel guilty. I never feel guilty but laying across from her now, covered in her sweat, I feel like shit.
Because she’s just part of the trifecta.
One down. Two to go.
“Hey, Johnny…”
My lips curl at the sound of her voice. “Yeah?”
She moves closer and the sheet slides from her breasts as she leans in to kiss me. I lay a hand on the small of her back, pulling her in to feel those soft tits press hard against my chest. She giggles as she rolls on top of me and my groin surges with blood again.
After a few moments, she pushes up on her arms and looks at me with serious eyes. “We should talk about this…”
I
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