Andreas P.O.V-
"Some coaches would want their players to go out there and do their best, but you all know me well. I expect you to go out there and do amazing. I won't tolerate a loss, Stanford has been whooping Berkeley's ass for 8 years now, I don't want it to be 9 years. We've been busting our asses during practice and I've been seeing good things, I want them translated onto that field tonight. From what I heard, the tickets for the game have sold out, that stadium is filled to the brim with fans, students, teachers, and scouts. DON'T FUCKING FAIL ME!" Coach screams to all of us.
We're currently in the locker room, all the players are surrounding him while he gives us his speech before the game. Usually, he's never this hard on us, but when it comes to Stanford, he loses all notion. I think he has some standing beef with their current coach, and can't stand the smug look on his face when they win.
"Yes, coach!" We all say at one time. He pats a couple of backs and walks over to his office. All the other players continue their separate conversations while they suit up. I, on the other hand, am already ready. It never takes me long to get ready, it takes my teammates long because they're chatting, and some are talking about all the girls they fucked at parties, how classy.
I look up to see a pained look on Teddy's face, "Are you still moping about Bridget?" I ask him.
"Yes, a bit. But that's not why I'm looking like this. I saw him out there, getting off the bus." My teeth grind together, I know exactly who he's talking about.
James.
James is my ex-friend who I caught fucking my ex-girlfriend. He's now at Stanford, playing on their football team, I'm sure Jessie's in the stands somewhere flagging around her tits for him. Out of all the colleges. . .
"I know, she came by the house a few days ago to tell me." Jace comes around the bend, tightening his shoelaces.
"And you're ok with that?" He asked, unsure of it all.
"Fuck no! I snap. "There's nothing I can do about it; I just need to go out there and do my best to win. Rub it in his smug ass face."
Jace pats my back, "Got that right. Dicks like him shouldn't exist." I couldn't agree more. "Just don't lose your cool out on the field, we cannot afford to lose you."
"I won't," I assure him.
"I'm coming through, hide all your dicks!" I hear a feminine voice scream, while a bunch of guys groan and mumble why a girl is in the boy's locker room. The only girl I know that would willingly walk into a room full of guys, horny for any girl, is. . .
"Mony, the fuck are you doing in here?" Jace questions Monica. He snags her by the arm, pulling her to his chest trying to shield her eyes from the very naked man.
"I need to conduct an interview with the coach before the game. And since he was busy yesterday, it's the only time he has available." Her voice comes out muffled against his chest. She tries to lift her head up, but he pushes her back to him. "Jace, honey, I can't breathe."
"I don't care." He grumbles. "The only dick you will EVER be seeing is mine and mine only." Talk about an Alpha male.
Teddy and I share a laugh at Jace's protective nature to watch out for Monica, who doesn't give a shit.
"This is my job Jace, I need to interview him." She pinches his arm, which makes him let her go, and makes her free to move around. Her eyes glaze over once she takes in the many bodies of testosterone roaming around her. "Damn, these guys look good, I wonder if-
Her sentence is put on hold once Jace gives her a menacing look, basically saying if she says something else, he'll lose his mind.
Around the corner, I hear a squeak, it's Topolski, the nervous freshman who's always slipping and falling and occasionally the team punching bag. The older guys like to mess with him, but I try my best to protect him. His eyes are glued to Monica, probably wondering why she's in here.
"Yo, stop looking at my girl Topolski!" Jace screeches. Teddy and I just laugh. Topolski goes running off. "Fucking weirdo."
I try to shift the tension around us, "So, Monica, is everyone in the stands already?" I ask, wanting to see if one particular person is out there.
"Yeah, Bridget had to basically drag Eliza here. She didn't want to come at first, but Bridge mentioned something about 5th grade, and she quickly complied." I laugh, sounds like Bridget.
After fucking the shit out of Elizabeth with my fingers in my room, and her jacking me off, I've had her wired in my mind for days. Her taste, smell, moans have found their way into my system and won't leave. Seeing her on that dance floor with Cross pissed me the fuck off, and when she came home, and the house was empty, it only made sense to do something with her.
I couldn't help myself; some sexual desire took over me, she drives me fucking insane and I don't know how to stop it. The way she spread her legs for more, I knew she came home just for me to do that to her. She craved me, obviously whatever happened with Cross didn't satisfy her.
When Teddy hears Bridget's name being mentioned, his shoulders tense up. They still haven't talked, and she's back with Kam again, according to him leaving our house at 6 in the morning. I don't know where Elizabeth slept.
"I saw James out there; you better whoop his fucking ass, Chen." She says sternly, pointing her finger seriously at me. I nod my head like a bad child.
"Yes ma'am," I speak with a southern drawl.
Elizabeth's P.O.V-
I readjust my ass in this hard seat. I don't know how they can come to every game, sit here for almost 4 hours in his hot-ass weather. When I said I like watching football, it's usually on TV, not in person. The only benefit is that I got some candy and popcorn. If I'm going to here a while, I want to at least be eating good, maybe not healthy, but good.
"When does the game start?" I ask Daniel, who's more interested in Jill than me. I wonder what happened with those two after the party. When I left the party, the last thing I saw was them still on the dancefloor, his hands had migrated to her ass cheeks, to which she let him touch. She hasn't told me anything, which is odd since Jill LOVES talking.
"Any minute now." He assures me.
"This is my first time being at a college football game, it's so cool! When we came in, I saw a guy with his entire body painted in Berkeley blue and California gold. It was crazy because I don't think he had on pants so I saw his penis. Besides that, this hot dog is amazing." Daniel and I just stare at Jill, surprised that a small girl like herself can say so much.
"Does she talk like this all the time?" Daniel asks, leaning into me.
"Yes." He watches her intently as she shoves the whole hot dog in her mouth, making gurgling noises. I wonder if- no way, he better not be imaging his dick in her mouth. I quickly look away from them, and onto my sister and her boyfriend, Kam.
From exchanging 20 words with Kam, I don't like him right off the bat. He's judgmental, not to Bridget, thank God I would have jumped over and whooped his ass, but to the football game. Complaining about how so much money is given to football, only for them to spend it on dumb shit like new uniforms and state-of-the-art showers. All the money, according to him, should go to the poor, which he had a point, but the way it came out I didn't like. It was snarky.
Then, he went on a rant complaining about the football players themselves. Saying it's a dumb sport, and they throw around a ball, ramming into each other and possibly getting CTE head injuries, furthering the conversation by talking about Aaron Hernandez. Bridget nods her head, while not even giving him any attention, which he doesn't even notice because he's running his mouth. One thing I learned about Kam, he likes talking, and that's it.
He keeps calling me Elisabeth, and when I corrected him, he rolled his eyes and started ranting again. I wanted to punch him in the face, but Bridget held my hand down. He must have a good dick for Bridget to be with him.
Doug has been, for the last 20 minutes, explaining to Carlee how football works. She's as confused as I will be in a few minutes. I just like to see guys ram into each other, and sweat profusely. It's free porn in my eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the most heated game of the year!" An announcer says from the top of the box. "Stanford is known for beating UC Berkeley, every single time they go head-to-head, but with Coach Karter drilling the hell out of his players, and some new recruits, Stanford may be looking to lose that 8-year streak."
"I'll have to disagree with you on that Tom." Another voice comes over the speaker. "Stanford has got a new Wide Receiver, James Logan, and I heard he's really good. Baylor was sad to see him go, the reasons he left were unknown, maybe a girlfriend or something. Who knows!"
The chattering goes on forever, talking about Tight ends and something with UC's defense, how the hell should I know. They start announcing the arrival of the teams.
"Give it up for the California Golden Bears coming out the left entrance." A cloud of smoke grows in front of the UC Berkeley entrance, a bunch of hot guys come running out. I sit on the edge of my seat, trying to locate Andreas. 10 guys later, I see Andreas come out. His football helmet clutches in his hand as he runs out to the bench near us. To my luck, Bridget got everyone seats near the football field, meaning he's near me more than I like. All he has to do is look my way- which he is now- and find me staring at him- which he sees he staring at him- and I blush profusely, looking off at the scoreboard, that sits at 0-0.
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