Wicked Lies by L. A. Cotton

Author:L. A. Cotton [Cotton, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: young adult romance, high school romance, Football Romance, childhood sweethearts
Publisher: Delesty Books
Published: 2018-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

MEITER WAS CHOKING me out of the game. I’d known the second Coach called our names for the same team, he was going to make things difficult for me. But I’d underestimated his influence on the rest of the team. One of his guys had me pinned down for most the game, and instead of utilizing me for rush plays, Meiter went with the wide receiver, a kid called Delaney. Every. Damn. Time.

“Use Stone, use Stone,” Coach yelled as Meiter scoured the field for his receivers. But like the ten passes before, the ball sailed in the opposite direction to my position.

“Motherfucker,” I ground out under my helmet.

“Time,” someone yelled, and we made our way over to Coach who looked ready to blow a gasket.

Meiter shot me a smug smirk, schooling his expression the second we reached the circle.

“Don’t let him push your buttons, man.” Darius slid in beside me and we unclipped our helmets, giving ourselves time to catch our breath.

“Meiter, what the hell was that? I didn’t put Stone on your team for you to ignore him. Use him.”

“It’s not my fault if he’s pinned down, Coach. DeLaney is open. It makes sense to use—”

Coach levelled him with an icy glare. “I don’t have time for this bullshit. This is my field, my game. I say use Stone, use him.”

Meiter dropped his head and mumbled an ‘okay’.

“I want to run play nine and twelve again. By the letter. We will get this locked down if it takes all night. Are we clear?”

A grumble of “yes, Coach,” echoed around the field. It was balmy, the air thick and humid, and I was pretty sure I’d sweated off ten pounds, but adrenaline coursed through me. It was powerful. A distraction from all the other stuff in my head.

Nope. Not going there. Not when I needed to focus on Meiter.

“You good?” Darius asked me as we moved back into position on the field.

I nodded and trained my eye on Meiter as he scooped up the ball and got ready. I inhaled a long breath, letting him fill my lungs and fuel me. I knew this play inside out. I’d seen the Trojan’s execute it enough times to be able to visualize it in my head. And I’d be damned if Aaron Meiter was going to screw things up for me. The whistle blew, and I cut left carving out an open space. I lifted my hand indicating I was ready to receive. Meiter’s eyes found mine but he hesitated, glancing from me to DeLaney and back again. Sonofabi—

“Stone’s open,” someone yelled and Meiter complied, hiking the ball in my direction, clean and precise. I tracked its projection moving into position. The second the ball grazed my fingers, instinct took over and I snatched it right to my body, put my head down, and ran.

My legs ate up the distance between me and the end zone, fresh air whipping through the grill of my helmet, blood pumping in my ears.

It was a beautiful place to be.

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