The Quarterback by Mackenzie Blair

Author:Mackenzie Blair [Blair, Mackenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-08-16T22:00:00+00:00

Trevor tapped his fingers against his cup in annoyance. Way too many people were crowded around the kegs. Since he didn’t have boobs or know one of the frat guys serving, he was screwed. It was starting to get hotter than hell too with so many bodies pressed together.

Then one of the doors to the backyard banged open, bringing in a cool rush of air, as a fight tumbled into the room. Trevor turned to see Jamal being pushed by a tall football player, two of his bulky buddies behind him.

“You better watch yourself, boy!” the tall guy said, getting in Jamal’s face. Trevor realized he was the kicker, Fischer, who’d fucked up the play tonight. The one who Jamal was probably going to replace. Shit.

“Go sober the fuck up,” Jamal shouted back, pushing Fischer away.

Fischer stumbled against one of his bulky buddies, a freckled redhead. The homophobic linebacker, Trevor realized. Matt talked about the team enough that he’d started to learn a few things. And these were the two douche bags—Fischer and O’Donnell—stirring up trouble on the team.

“Fuck off, freshman,” Fischer yelled, righting himself and pushing Jamal back, slamming him into the wall, hard. “You’re not taking my spot, asshole.”

Trevor looked around, seeing that Jamal had no backup against Fischer, O’Donnell, and the third guy. So Trevor pushed through the crowd toward Jamal, figuring he could even the odds. Where the hell was the rest of the team? Where was Matt?

“I don’t have to take it,” Jamal spat back. And Trevor realized Jamal was equally drunk and not into self-preservation at the moment. “You lost it all on your own tonight.”

Fischer roared and clocked Jamal with a right hook. Jamal went reeling, his head hitting the wall. Trevor arrived in time to keep Jamal from sliding down to the ground. He hoisted his buddy up, placing himself between Jamal and Fischer while Jamal regained his bearings.

Luckily, O’Donnell was now holding Fischer back, restraining him from more violence. Thank god, because O’Donnell could easily pulverize both Jamal and Trevor with his impressive bulk.

“I’m not done!” Fischer drunkenly shouted. “Asshole freshman thinks he’s better than me.”

“He ain’t,” O’Donnell assured him.

“I am better than him!” Jamal spit blood from his mouth, clenching his fists, stepping forward to take Fischer on. Trevor shook his head. Jamal might not like being sucker punched, but it didn’t mean he could win the fight.

Trevor pushed Jamal back. “He’s not worth it,” Trevor said, blocking Jamal with his body so the kid couldn’t take on three football players at once. Where the hell was Matt?

“Who the fuck are you?” Fischer spat in Trevor’s face. “You a fucking boy or girl?” he taunted, motioning to Trevor’s long hair.

Trevor’s eyes narrowed. Fuck him. Some of the football guys had ponytails, but it was a slam against Trevor’s overall look. Which wasn’t feminine by any means, but certainly not straight-boy chic. This guy needed a serious ass kicking.

Fischer looked over Trevor’s shoulder at Jamal. “You got a fag fighting for

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