Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

The Chase

Travis

The Chiefs are in LA for a game against the Chargers, and I can't shake the nervousness. My last away game ended with me being drugged. I've tried every way to figure out who did it, but I still have no idea. Whoever did it covered their tracks very well. Almost as if they were a professional.

In the locker room before the game, the guys are talking, and the atmosphere is tense but supportive. Slowly, the team has been becoming more friendly with me after I explained what happened.

"Just keep your head in the game, Travis," Patrick says, clapping me on the shoulder.

"Yeah, don't let them get in your head," Isiah adds, giving me a reassuring smile.

Creed chimes in with a grin, "Besides, you don't want to give the Chargers the satisfaction of seeing you distracted."

"Thanks, guys," I say, appreciating their support. "I just need to get through this game."

"Hey, no worries," says a rookie, trying to lighten the mood. "We got your back, man. Just focus on playing like you always do."

I nod, trying to focus. 

Throughout the game, I notice someone with Brittany in the box. They're wearing a hoodie, a hat, and sunglasses, covering their face so I can't tell who it is. But I get a feeling it's Arianna. The figure is about her height and size. My heart races every time I glance up and see them.

"Focus, Travis!" Patrick shouts, snapping me back to the game.

But it's hard to concentrate. My mind keeps drifting to the figure in the box. Could it really be her?

"Kelce, get your head in the game!" Coach yells from the sidelines.

I nod and try to shake off the distraction. The Chargers are putting up a tough fight, and I need to be on my A-game. The tension is palpable, and every play feels like it could make or break the game.

"Come on, Travis, you got this," Isiah says during a brief timeout. "Just one play at a time."

I take a deep breath and nod, refocusing my mind on the game. The Chiefs manage to pull off a win, 13-12, but I can barely celebrate. I need to know if my theory is right.

As soon as the final whistle blows, I rush to the locker room, changing as quickly as possible. My heart is racing, and my hands are shaking. I see Brittany getting into a car. Without wasting a second, I jump into my own car and tell my driver to follow Brittany's car but not to make it obvious. We weave through the streets of LA, my heart pounding with anticipation.

We end up in Malibu, and I recognize the area from when Arianna and I used to visit. The car goes through a gate, and I tell my driver to wait here and I'll pay him double. We wait outside the gate for what feels like hours, my anxiety growing with each passing minute.

Finally, Brittany's car leaves, and the gate opens. I tell the driver he's good to leave; I've got it from here.

I get out of the car and run through the gate. My heart is in my throat as I sprint up to the house and knock on the door. A few moments later, it swings open, and Arianna stands there.

"Did you forget something, Brit?" she starts, then freezes when she realizes it's me.

Her eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence is deafening, and I can see the confusion and hurt in her eyes.

"Ari," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Travis," she replies, her voice trembling. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I had to see you," I say, taking a step closer. "I couldn't stay away any longer."

She takes a step back, her expression hardening. "You shouldn't be here."

"I know, but please, just hear me out," I plead. "I need to explain."