Sidelined: The QB and Me

Bonus chapter • Dray 3

This chapter is from the away game.
Ps. I made a mistake with the last bonus chapter and said that Drayton knew she'd be moving. But he didn't find out until they snuck out during the away game. Sorry! I only figured it out when I went back and read through.

D R A Y S • P O V

"That's him, isn't it?"

She didn't need to answer. I could see from the look on her face that the fûcking piece of shit across the field is the one that had tried to assault her at the party.

I didn't need to give it a second thought. When we got in formation, I kept my sights set on him. Number 9. What a shit number. For a shit cunt. The tension was obvious in my shoulders and as soon as the whistle blew, I broke game play, charging towards him and ignoring the confused calls from my team mates.

Perhaps I'd get suspended, charged, maybe I'd get arrested. Who the fuck cares. I don't. All I know is, that asshole needs to be made to feel as helpless as he made Dallas feel when he cornered her in the bathroom. I don't know all of the details. I know that she got away so she wasn't entirely helpless. But he still put his hands on her, against her will. And he's going to fucking regret it.

And the look of his bloodied face when I'm finished with him, tells me that he might rather be dead. His face is a mess and it doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon.

"You're in so much trouble Lahey!" Coach booms beside the assistant coaches car. "Go back to the hotel, go straight to your room. I'm going to have to fix this mess and then I'm coming to see you. Do not be surprised if you're charged with assault. Hell boy, I can't even promise you that your future won't be compromised."

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The entire nights events play on a loop while I lay on the hotel bed. I'd showered as soon as I got back and hadn't gone further than putting on a pair of pants.

Waiting for coach to come back and let me know the verdict is a form of torture. I've been staring at the ceiling for an hour, going over the possible scenarios in my head.

Mom and Dad are going to kill me.

But despite the fact that I'm in a shit ton of trouble, I don't regret it. Seeing that little shit get what he had coming was priceless and the fact that I got to dish it out, even better. He hurt Dallas. He put hands on a girl that's too damn pure for anyone to hurt. I told myself that I'd never let anything like that happen to her and I failed. I just thank God that he hadn't gone further.

I think I would have killed him.

A firm knock on the door brings me out of my hazed thoughts and I jump up, ready to face whatever discipline that I've got coming.

"Hey coach." I give a small half smile and step aside. "Come in."

"This won't take long Lahey." He folds his arms with a huff and gives me sideways glance. "You're getting off light this time. But dammit if you pull a stunt like that ever again, I won't be saving your ass."

I'm at a loss for words. I genuinely don't know what to say but my mouth seems to open and close while I stare at him in confusion.

"I've informed the other team and the kids folks that you've been pulled from the team and suspended and bla bla bla so keep a low profile okay. I could get in a lot of shit for this."