Scars of your love

Chapter 8

        Alex's POV

Everyone on the team is lined up and I'm hunched over, waiting for the ball.
My heart is throbbing against my chest, my skin damps with sweat.

My hands are hitching for the ball and my feet ready to sprint.

The entire stadium is going shit crazy.

Everyone is screaming and howling.
But my mind is silent.

I don't feel anything except for the numb and soothing feeling.

From the pounding of the feet on the ground to my coach yelling from the sidelines to the screams from the crowd.

It is all a buzz in the back of the mind.

All I can focus on is scoring a touchdown.

All I want to.

My mind clicks even before the ball touches my hand and start running.

My feet are moving as fast as possible.

I am waiting for the perfect throw even though I know there is not.

I throw the ball to Logan at the same time Anderson crashed into me.

Fuck.

The 250 pounds fucker is pressing me hard into the ground.

My ribs shout in agony. Threatening to give away any moment.

But it is not what I focus on.

All my focus is on the ball.

As the ball rises up in the sky my heart starts beating even harder in my chest.

A touchdown.

Holy shit.

We won the match.

The crowd roars at the victory. I stay fixated at the same position, finally breathing and waiting for my heart to return to normal and clearing the cobwebs that are formed in my brain from the brutal plummeting.

Logan comes to my side.

He boos at Anderson- literally boos like a 4-year kid. Even though it is annoying and childish, a snicker escapes my mouth.

I know we should not provoke him as we still have another match with them.

But it feels so fucking good.

Anderson huffs and walks away. His spine stiff as a board.

He would definitely come after us in the next match.

"You shouldn't have done that," I say to Logan as we make our way to the men's locker room.

"All that matters is it felt good. We fucking kicked their asses and won the match."

Yes, that we did.

It is still early season but it is a good start.

Logan flops down on the bench removing his shoes and pads.

I gingerly remove the shirt, wincing when there is a helluva bruise that completely covering the right side.

"That is one helluva of a bruise." Logan whistles.

I just shrug.

"Coming to Macy's?" He opens his locker.

"Isn't everyone?" I mutter and go to the showers.