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Face Off pt. 3 | Jalen Hurts Short Story

31-7 the Eagles soared high against the 49ers. Nothing could break the spirits of this team, not even a scuffle on the green and white.

After the ceremony, Jalen and his family went out to dinner. Pamela begged Neve to join them, but she refused. Although the dinner was private, she didn't want any parts of the circle that Jalen and Janay created in the media that evening.

"That's already your second shot. We just got here Neve."

"Just let me be Gi." The bourbon burned the back of her throat as she swallowed it quickly. "Another shot bartender."

An hour and a half later, Neve was letting lose on the dance floor, her braids, previously in a bun now cascaded down her back on her exposed shoulders. The black tubed mini dress did her body justice as she caught the stares of almost every man at the club they were in.

She waved to the Eagles players that she recognized before walking off to the bathroom. Neve searched her bag for her phone but couldn't find it. "Shit" she cursed as she exited the bathroom. Her brain hadn't come to the terms with the fact that her phone was not in the small purse full of essentials. Bumping into a figure in front of her, she looked up annoyed.

"You're looking for your phone and Gianna has it. You would've known that had you not left her."

"Thanks for the info Hurts, now if you'll excuse me." Neve attempted to walk around but, Jalen wouldn't move. Instead of waiting for him to take the hint, she bumped the quarterback, making a way to the section his teammates sat in.

"Girl, I've been looking for you. Here's your phone and don't do that shit again." Gianna warned. "Thank you, I would've been so pissed if I really lost it. And I'm sorry."

Jalen was not a fan of Neve dancing with some random guy on the dance floor a few feet from him. The sensuality that they shared, burned his soul.

"You keep looking at ole girl like you wanna snatch her out of here." Miles, his running back observed. That's exactly what Jalen wanted to do. "Do me a favor."

"What's up bro?"

Jalen looked at the dance floor one last time before responding, "Can you take Gianna back to the hotel?" Miles looked over to Gianna who had been talking to DeVonta's girlfriend.

"Bet, I can definitely do that. Good looks." Miles made his way over to Gianna, as Jalen made his way over to Neve.

"Can I cut in?" Jalen startled the man dancing with Neve, "Oh snaps, our QB! Man great job today."

The whole exchanged turned Neve off, she wanted nothing to do with the man who previously had his hands glued to her hips. She walked away to the bar, leaving Jalen with a fan.

"What can I get you?"
"She'll have a water... to go." Jalen quickly answered. Of course, he was physically fit so It wasn't surprising that he caught up with her.

"I was going to get another drink."
"Neve, we're leaving."

After receiving the water bottle, Jalen guided Neve to his car in the parking lot across the street from lounge. With a terrible attitude, she slammed his door. Normally, he would have opened and closed it but, she intentionally moved fast to avoid that.

The moment he closed the door of her hotel room, she started fuming.

"I don't know who told you, I was ready to leave. How is Gianna getting back?" She took her earrings off, placing them on the desk. "She has a ride, don't worry about it. I made sure she was good."

"Just assuming that I wanted to leave with you. Assuming that she wanted to leave with whoever you put her on. You're so arrogant." She spat.

"I'm arrogant? Neve what are you going on about? I haven't done anything to you."