She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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The meeting had finally come to an end, and if I were being totally honest, I wish I hadn't come. They were pushing for a new program that I found could get players into the NFL. Well, there are chances.
Basically, we were the guinea pigs to see if this program succeeded.
But there was more to it. There had to be.
That is what I inferred when I watched Vaughn walk in and give his briefing on the upcoming few months. He provided the ideal response in spite of being bombarded with pertinent questions and the program's conclusion. Though most of the players were clinging to his every word, were they really to blame? No.
In football, everyone has the mindset of trying their hardest to get into the major leagues. Though there were expedients, not everyone was going to get in.
"But how is it possible? Most of us are freshmen." Mark, a teammate, questions; be one of the few to be unsure.
My gaze lands on Coach Flores and Coach Reynolds. Coach Flores looked all for Vaughn's pitch, while Coach Reynolds held the same mood. He didn't like a single detail of the pitch. And I was on the same page with him on this one.
This was complete bullshit.
"All I ask is that you put a little faith in this program." Vaughn smiles. "Faith in your coaches and the board but most importantly, have faith in your teammates."
I retract a remark. Faith in the program was a rephrasing of his saying, "Have faith in me".
"Alright boys," Coach Reynolds says, his tone indicating that he was over the meeting.
Standing to my feet, my eyes move around the room. In the far corner, I saw Harlow talking to her uncle, Coach Flores. Coach Reynolds is on the other side, gathering his belongings. I move to follow the other players when Vaughn steps into my line of vision.
"We need to talk," he said in a serious tone.
"About what?" I sigh; the sudden burn of annoyance consumes me. "Because I can think of a few things that I would not like to talk about." I step to move around him and he mimics.
"I saw your girlfriend out in the hallway."
My body tensed. Eyes narrowed, and I glared at the man with balled fists. If he said a fucking word to her...
"What the fuck did you say?" my voice much lower as I took a step towards him. I don't care if there are people around. I would not hesitate to defend my girl.
Immediately, he takes a step back, his hands finding and adjusting his red tie. "Calm down," his hands lift. "I said nothing that wasn't true. Like how you both are in college and need to focus on your own paths towards your goals."
"Since when did you ever care about my goals when they didn't benefit you?" I scoff and walk around him.
He follows and it only fuels my irritation. I expected him to stop but he doesn't. Not until I stop midway outside the athletic department.
