SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Four Months Later
Garrison
The locker room was alive with noise—loud music, the sound of cleats hitting the floor, the buzz of teammates yelling at each other, teasing, and hyping each other up. It smelled like sweat, turf, and a mix of pre-game energy that was always a little overwhelming but exactly what I needed. I was trying to keep my mind in the right place, the only place it needed to be—on the game.
It had been four months since I last saw Jade. Four months of silence on her end, with me doing my best not to let her linger in my thoughts. It wasn't easy, but it had gotten better. The holidays dragged by I'd gone home spent time with my family, which wasn't my favorite thing in the world to do, but it was fine. I'd thrown myself into lacrosse, into the team. It was my escape, my way of blocking everything else out. The distraction helped. I could almost forget, almost...
I glanced over at Jackson, who was playing air guitar to some rock song blaring through the speakers, his obnoxious grin taking up half his face. Sam was spraying himself with water like he was about to battle some fire, while John was already bouncing around, getting amped for the game. It was chaos in here, but it was the chaos I was used to.
Coach had been distant, too. Our relationship was different now, not like it used to be. It was all business. He'd made it clear—lacrosse came first. All the personal stuff? We both kept it in the past. There were no more late-night talks or him checking in on me like some father figure. I think he was still pissed at me for how everything went down. It didn't help that every time I saw him, I couldn't stop thinking about Jade, about how I was the one who ruined everything with her.
But today? Today was about the game.
"Yo, Garrison!" Sam tossed a water bottle at me, knocking me out of my thoughts. I grabbed it in time, tossing it back to him with a grin.
"You're not gonna get laid tonight if you keep spraying yourself like that," I teased.
"You just focus on scoring, pretty boy, besides you're the one who needs to get laid" he shot back, flexing his muscles in mock offense.
I laughed, shaking my head. It was good to be around them, the guys who'd had my back for years. Lacrosse was the only thing that had stayed constant in my life, the only thing that had never let me down.
"Game time soon," Jackson said, slapping me on the back. "We're gonna crush these guys. You ready?"
"Born ready," I replied with a smirk.
The noise around me seemed to fade for a second, and I found myself staring at the lockers across from me, still blank and unchanged. The pre-game adrenaline started kicking in, my muscles twitching, itching for action.
I could already hear the crowd outside, the roar building up as the time for the game neared. The tension in the locker room grew, but it was a good tension—the kind that made my blood pump faster, made me feel alive.
