Catching Kelce

The Game Plan

Kansas City
Travis

The news article hits me like a punch to the gut, and I can't shake the feeling of disbelief and betrayal swirling within me. My attempts to reach out to Dua have fallen on deaf ears, leaving me stranded in a sea of uncertainty and confusion.

As I scroll through the news article on my phone, anger boils within me like a raging inferno. Seeing Dua and Harry together, cozying up at a club, ignites a firestorm of emotions I can't contain.

Heading to practice, I'm met with the chatter of my teammates, each word serving as a painful reminder of my own failings. The weight of Dua's sudden reunion with her ex hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over everything.

As I go through the motions of practice, my mind is consumed with thoughts of Dua and what went wrong between us. I can't help but wonder if I could have done something differently, if there was a way to prevent this outcome.

Despite my best efforts to focus on the game ahead, my thoughts keep drifting back to Dua and the image of her with Harry. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that she turned to her ex after assuring me that she had moved on.

I try to keep my focus on the game plan, but my mind keeps drifting back to the news article and Dua's sudden disappearance. My teammates notice my distraction, and soon enough, the chatter turns to the topic of Dua and Harry.

"Hey man, you okay?" Patrick, my tight end, asks, concern etched on his face.

I force a nod, trying to brush off their questions. "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about Dua?" one of the rookies chimes in, oblivious to the tension in the air.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah, it's about her. But let's focus on the game, alright? We've got a tough matchup this week."

The conversation shifts back to football, but I can't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at me. Dua's absence looms over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over everything.

After practice, I pull aside my closest teammate, Isiah, hoping to confide in him. "Man, I don't know what to do. Dua's gone, and she's not answering any of my calls. I feel like I messed up big time."

Isiah gives me a sympathetic look, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "You did what you thought was best, bro. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we want them to."

I nod, grateful for his words of encouragement, but the knot of worry in my stomach refuses to loosen. "I just wish I knew what she was thinking. If she's okay."

"We'll figure it out, man,"Isiah assures me, but even his words can't shake the feeling of uncertainty that has settled over me like a heavy blanket.

As the day wears on, I'm left grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of what to do next. All I can do is wait for Dua to respond, hoping for some semblance of closure amidst the chaos.

But deep down, I know that even if she does reach out, things may never be the same between us again. And that realization weighs heavy on my heart as I prepare to face the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

In the locker room after practice, the atmosphere is a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. We've just finished a grueling session, but the tension in the air is palpable as we discuss our upcoming game and the challenges we'll face.

As I'm tying my shoes, one of my teammates speaks up. "Hey, Travis, you ever seen those romantic movies where the guy sends flowers or gifts to win back the girl?"

I look up, curious about where this is going. "Yeah, why?"

Patrick grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, maybe you should do something like that for Dua. You know, send her flowers or a gift every day until she talks to you. Show her how much she means to you."

His suggestion catches me off guard, but I can't deny that there's a certain logic to it. Grand gestures have a way of breaking through emotional barriers, and right now, I need all the help I can get to reach Dua.

"That's not a bad idea," I admit, considering the possibilities. "It's worth a shot, at least."

The rest of the team chimes in with their own suggestions, offering advice and encouragement as we brainstorm ways to win Dua back. It's a welcome distraction from the turmoil of my thoughts, a reminder that I'm not alone in this fight.

By the time I leave the locker room, I'm determined to put his suggestion into action. Sending flowers may not solve everything, but it's a tangible way to show Dua how much she means to me and how committed I am to making things right.

As I drive home, I feel a renewed sense of purpose, fueled by the support of my teammates and the hope that maybe, just maybe, this grand gesture will be enough to bridge the gap between us.