Sidelined: The QB and Me

Bonus chapter • Dray 5

Halloween party!

D R A Y S • P O V

I fucked up.

I genuinely thought I was being a decent dude by giving Dallas, Cooper's number. I've been a little possessive of her and I thought that if I let her know I was okay with her exploring her options - I'm not, I just wanted to seem like I am - maybe she'd realise that she feels something for me.

However it's clear that I'm way out of my depth here because I got that all fucking wrong and now she hasn't spoken to me in an entire fucking month.

It's been hell.

I've had to watch her strut around school, looking flawless and the picture of perfection at all times. I've had to watch her during cheer practice in those tiny little shorts with her tan legs and her toned tummy. I've had to listen to her speak to her team members and engage in conversation but I haven't spoken to her. Or been the reason for that cute little laugh of hers or felt her tucked into my side, under my arm where I fucking adore having her because she moulds to me so damn well.

Basically, life can suck a dick right now.

Laying on the couch, like the piece of shît that I am, I throw the football in the air and catch it when it comes down again. All the while I have to wonder where I left my fucking balls because I should have had no problem just telling Dallas how I feel. But no. I've basically cocked it up from the very beginning.

The front door opening and shutting sounds from the foyer and I recognise the familiar drag of Grayson's feet as he shuffles over the marble floor and on to the carpet of the living room.

"Hey man." He slumps into the love seat on the opposite side of the room, pulling out his cellphone before his ass hits the cushion.

"Where have you been?"

"With Spencer.." he shrugs, the phone in front of his face until it lowers slightly so that he can direct his gaze my way. "And Dallas."

Bastard.

I don't react and instead continue throwing the ball up and down in the air. What I really want though, is to hound him for details. How is she today? What was she wearing? Does she hate me?

I sound like the biggest bitch alive.

"Yeah Spencer was dress shopping for the homecoming or whatever." Grayson waves his hand dismissively as he continues to 'read' his cellphone screen. He's not as cunning as he thinks he is. "Dallas isn't going to homecoming though. She doesn't have a date. She was telling me... just now... she seemed. . . Sad."

I doubt it. If I know anything about Dallas, it's that she doesn't conform to high school standards. I can't imagine her being sad over missing the homecoming dance.

But then again, perhaps she wants to go. It is senior year. Her last chance. The ball falls back into my hand and I sit up, swinging my feet off the couch so that they land on the carpet as a thought comes to mind.

I might actually have a way to get out of this fucking in between phase that we're in right now. Well, it's not an in between phase. She's not talking to me and I'm kind of in love with her. But that's besides the point.