Recap:
"Coach Chad. I'm a girl, there isn't even a football team for me out there." I said as frowned at the three of them.
"The NFL are looking to getting girls onto the field. So, what now?" Hayes' dad, Chad, looked me in the eye and smiled.
There's nothing to lose, right?
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[Kirsten's Point Of View:]
Well, I could be the first girl on the field.
"Okay. You're right."
After our little huddle session with Chad, we walked past the fence and got back into my convertible. I fished out my phone and squinted my eyes, not used to much light being reflected into my eyes.
2:37 a.m.
It's been more than an hour. I can't believe it didn't feel that long.
"Hayes?" I called out to him, swinging my car keys in the air. The keys softly clinked each time the keys bumped into each other.
"Can I drive?" He paced faster as his face lit uo through the darkness of the night.
"What do you think?" I raised my eyebrow a bit and smiled.
He came forward, took my keys and jumped into the car.
"Manners Grier." I bluntly said, laughing.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." I felt a smirk piercing through my skin as he spoke.
I got into the passenger's seat, still having a cheeky smile plastered onto my face.
Hayes stuck the key into the hole and the engine vroomed. His cars are way better than mine, how is he enjoying riding mine compared to his?
Big question that I'll need to ask the world. I'm sure I'll never get an answer to that.
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3 a.m.
We finally got home. Hayes pulled into the garage as I got ready to get out of the car. As much as I want to stay up late, I'm tired.
My football jersey was clinging close to my skin as I sweated during the little secret session at Davidson Day. Sweat trickled down the sides of my face, cheekbones and forehead.
Well, I could not sleep and wake up to the trash in the living room, so I decided to keep my ass awake for a bit longer and clean up the mess.
Picking up wrappers, Hayes slipped into the house, quietly and almost, unsuspected. I didn't mind so I kept on throwing the wrappers into the bin again, and again, and again.
[Hayes' Point Of View:]
I'm so exhausted. I don't I can go home even if my house is just a stride away. I've never been this tired. Ever.
My eyes started feeling heavy and I felt I could blackout any second. I really wanted to help Kirsten clean up but I figured that I would be no use if I just fell asleep on the couch.
Ugh. I feel guilty.
I walked up the stairs, pacing faster so I wouldn't chance upon the scenario of 'me on the stairs, asleep'.
I just randomly walked into a room and located a bathroom. I just rubbed my face with water, and the next thing I knew, my eyes just went from half-open to never opening in 2 seconds.
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1 a.m Habit
Teen Fiction"It's 1 am, where are we going?" "We have all night, every night, don't stress." In their 6 years of friendship, whether its summer or not, ideas of what to exactly do late at night doesn't really come that naturally. Their minds are usually blank...
