Samson

Chapter 8

Samson~

P.E. had basically been nothing more than our football coach, Coach Rawlins, separating the guys already on the football team from the guys that needed to try out. Being the quarterback and team captain for the offense, I'd had to be there even if I hadn't wanted to be.

After walking away from Mackenzie earlier, I'd sent out a group text to Duke, Raiden, and Ford, telling them to put the word out that Mackenzie was mine and off-limits. I knew that there might still be a few guys that would make a run at her, but it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. I just needed the word out because, had it gotten out that she was single, then I would have been coming into the fight from behind, instead of from the front. At any rate, there'd be questions about the posts showcasing our little moment, so all I'd done was provide an answer.

The only problem with finally pushing this unstoppable boulder down the hill was that I didn't know the girl. After graduation, I was destined for either Ohio State, Notre Dame, University of Alabama, or USC. They were the top football colleges in the nation, and I had plans to go pro. I also wanted a degree in sports therapy as a backup plan, but for all intents and purposes, I had plans to get drafted into the NFL after college.

So, the problem that I had now was that I had no idea what Mackenzie's plans were after we graduated from high school. I knew nothing about the girl, other than she was the only person in the world with the ability to drive me crazy.

I was also wrestling with how I knew that I was going to have to give her time. I was operating on the advantage that I'd been in love with this girl for over a year, so I was already all in. However, this was all new to her. She was just coming off a relationship with a guy that she'd dated for a year, and here I was, forcing her into another relationship with a guy that she didn't know. I knew that our beginning was going to be...tumultuous, but this was happening.

At any rate, I also had to find a way to watch over Duke once I went to college. He was going to be a senior next year, but it didn't take much to ruin your future. Duke was popular and had a lot of people looking out for him, but our parents were gone from home a lot, so it was enough to make a kid think that he could get away with anything. The thing was that Duke had a bright future in baseball if he stayed focused. However, he was a healthy teenage guy, unlike my brooding ass, and he liked to party and hang out, along with playing sports. He also liked to get his dick wet a lot, and that was worrisome.

I was stepping out of the shower, a towel around my waist, as I made my way to my gym locker to change. I was just pulling the door to my locker open when Ford's big ass leaned up against the locker next to mine. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he had the biggest grin draped across his face.

I huffed. "What?"

"Did you know that Charlie Harden is a rabid little spitfire and is immune to Raiden's charms?"

I shook my head, then began dressing. "No. No, I didn't."

"Seems your girl and her cousin didn't welcome their protection detail earlier," he quipped, amused.

I pulled my shirt over my head. "It wasn't protection detail," I remarked dryly.

Ford uncrossed his arms, then stood up straight. "Sure, it wasn't," he muttered. "Raiden missed practice just to watch her."

Okay.

So, maybe I'd gone a little overboard.

"What's your point?" I asked as I sat down to put my shoes on.

"My point is that nothing's official until it's internet official," he said earnestly. "And if you're really serious about staking your claim, then you better put something out there on one of your social media accounts."