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Trace Kelton, a charismatic NFL star, is on the brink of losing it all after attempting to save an intoxicated woman that ended with him hospitalizing three men. To p...
Underneath the lights and the setting sun, the stadium buzzed with anticipation. Trace lined up for a play, Syler's lips flashing behind his eyes and the weight of her in his arms as he carried her off the stage. The hot mugginess in his helmet reminded him to pull his focus forward. Ahead of him, the opposing team was getting into position.
The quarterback's call rang out in a distant echo, a beacon trying to guide me back to the game. Being so close to halftime with the score tied, settled as uncomfortably as realizing he was in love. Trace tried to absorb the worry that Syler could leave him on her own accord for another man–that Syler was not even remotely "in like" with him
He swallowed, bringing forth the scraps of focus he had within him as the opposing team surged forward. Getting out in the open against the Thunderails had been difficult this entire game. Every player was in sharpened focus, at the pique of their career, and it was showing.
Normally, Trace had an eye for spotting openings in the set up of their offense, like a calculated risk he always won. But the way his attention mind wavered, left the pathways blurry. He cursed under his breath and chose an unclear route he thought he could get away with when he failed to sidestep the arms of a linebacker he didn't notice in his peripheral vision.
The player's shoulder crashed against his ribs, arms coiling around his torso. The force from his sheer mass had Trace falling backward, twisting his ankle unnaturally in the process. He let out a cry as pain shot up his leg.
His body hit the ground, and the crowd's cheers turned to a collective gasp. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, sharpening his awareness.
When the linebacker got off of me, Trace struggled to rise. His mind kept flickering back to the blurriness of the pathways, then surprisingly to the feeling of Madds's throat in his hands, and the image of him and Syler kissing.
He grunted in frustration that he continued to be haunted by these thoughts until an open hand appeared in front of him. Trace grabbed the hand, and as he was brought to standing, he met Preston's blue eyes.
"Heavy fall. You good, man?"
Trace nodded once before he tested his ankle, that sharp pain spidering up his outer leg, limping as a result.
"Shit!" Trace pulled off his helmet in a hiss and slammed it angrily on the ground.
He limped off the field and sat in a chair where a medical team raced to him. But, he didn't look down. He kept his eyes straight ahead at the field as a medic team said, "Missing your good luck charm today, Kelton?"
Trace's eyes latched onto the top of the head of a medic. When the man looked up to smile in jest, Trace just narrowed his eyes.
"Syler Trixie isn't here and you are majorly off your game."
He gave a disingenuous laugh and let his eyes latch back onto the field, watching two more plays before the buzzer sounded for halftime.
Trace was helped to the locker rooms to rest his ankle and hopefully be cleared to continue the rest of the game when halftime was over.
He grabbed the phone from his locker and looked at the missed messages. Lucy, his mother, Kyle, and finally what he was looking for, Syler. The excitement in seeing her name on the screen roiled with an uncomfortable swirl. Should he not be this excited now? It choked him, lassoed around his throat and squeezed tightly. His fingers were all too curious as they hit her message and read.
Syler: Omg, are you okay?
Trace sighed and decided to put his reeling thoughts aside for now. It was making him nauseous, and he couldn't risk another bad play if he was cleared to return to the game. So all he wrote was a simple:
Trace: Yeah.
He turned back to the rest of his texts, telling his sister and mother that he'd be just fine also.
Lastly, he clicked on Kyle's, seeing that there was still an old message he hadn't read yet. In a quick flick of his thumb, he sped past the photos of Syler kissing Madds, not daring to catch a glimpse and refuel all his doubts.
Kyle: Congratulations! Syler has breached the contract by being seen with Madds Hule. You and I now each own 50% rights to Syler Trixie's music. We're set for life whether you're on a team or not. Your contract to her is over, and it no longer matters if you get kicked off the team. Let's celebrate tonight!
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