Run Game (Boston Blizzard Series Book 2) by C.L. Rose

Author:C.L. Rose [Rose, C.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-25T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

DALTON

“Coach will have our asses if he sees us doing this. You know that, right?” Maverick says as he lines up on the opposite side of the ball. We had a little disagreement about who’s faster, and I’m trying to prove to him that he could never catch me. Tanner isn’t with us at the facility today, which is good, because there’s no way he’d allow this. Mav isn’t technically even supposed to be here. He had a meeting with the Defensive Coordinator, so he dropped down to the practice field, where I started talking shit to him about how our offense carries the team.

I smirk. “If you’re scared, just say that. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you, Mr. Defensive Player of the Year.” I’m goading him. “Wait until I tell your girlfriend you were afraid to go toe-to-toe with me. I’m sure she and I will get a good laugh out of it.”

That does the trick. Last thing he wants is for Bella to think he’s not the toughest guy on the planet. “Fuck it,” he says, going down into a three-point stance. Our backup quarterback, Jamison Sage, holds the ball out in front of him since our offensive line has already taken off for the day and we don’t have a center to make the snap. It’s just the three of us left on the field, about to do something we definitely shouldn’t be doing. These voluntary offseason workouts are pretty relaxed, so we can get away with fucking around for a while after they’re over without anyone seeing us.

“Give me a couple seconds to take the handoff since I don’t have any blockers,” I tell him. “If I get a first down, you have to admit, out loud, that the offense runs this team.”

He scoffs. “I could give you ten seconds and it wouldn’t matter. You’re not making it to the marker.” Cocky fucker.

“We’ll see,” I say, just as Jamison sets up the play.

“Blue, thirty-seven! Blue, thirty-seven! Set, hut!” He pulls the ball back, turning to make the handoff. I take it, tucking it into my arm just as Maverick pushes off the ground and comes my way. I know I can’t outsmart him, so I have to outrun him. I take off toward the sideline, moving diagonally toward the first down marker. I can’t see how close he is, but I can hear his feet as they pound against the turf, so I know he’s hot on my heels. As I approach the marker, I take the ball in one hand, outstretching it to get the first down. But by the time I realize that I’m headed right toward the benches on the sideline, it’s too late to slow down. I jump, trying to clear them, but my foot catches and I land head-first on the ground. Pain explodes behind my eyes as I bring my hands up to my pounding forehead.

“Fuck, dude. Are you okay?” Maverick says, kneeling down beside me. “Sage, go grab a medic.”

I try to tell him no, that I’m fine, but I’m not completely sure I am.

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