Girls Dont Play Football

Chapter Three: The Father-In-Law and Marriage

"I can't believe that Glenn is still with you! How long has it been, a year and a half? Has he cheated on you yet?" I didn't answer him. There was no reason to. Everything I say is always incorrect to him. All because of what I believe... Well, don't believe. "I heard you got in a fight with Glenn's teammate, that Malcolm guy. Do you think before you act? That could hurt Glenn's repetition!"

I rolled my eyes then put him on speaker so I could go back to giving Glenn a massage. "They play football together Simone! That means that they have to protect each other or else one of them could get hit into a coma!" He sighed to calm himself down. "Anyways I called to tell you that my pastor has this Saturday free so you can get baptized." Why do we have to go through the same shit over and over again?

"Mr. Lay, you know I don't believe in that." Glenn groaned but I ignored him. "Why can't we just let this go? If we forget about this then we could actually be friends. Do you do this to anyone else you meet that's an atheist? What about people of other religions? You pray to Jesus and I don't. The end." Glenn lightly laughed.

"No, we can't drop this!"

"Why can't you?"

"Why can't you accept Christ into your life?"

"See now you sound like a Jehovah witness."

Glenn jumped up to get the phone but I grabbed it first. "OK how about this? When Glenn and I get married then I'll look more into your religion. When that happens then you can talk to me. Just don't call me, I'll call you." I hung up the phone then threw it. I didn't know where it landed but I really didn't care. Mr. Lay pissed me off.

"Really, you had to throw my damn phone like that?" Glenn asked. Nigga fuck your bitch ass phone! It's your dad that pissed me off so you have to pay. "That's not important. You still want to get married? I told you how I feel about that! Marriage isnt my thing. Shit, whats wrong with what we have now?" Glenn rolled over, causing me to get off of him. Damn, what are you so scared of?

"Calm down! I know you wouldn't that's why I said it."

"What if I do want to get married?"

"Then I'll say yes."

"What if I never do."

"Alright then, I'm still your girl. What we got is great. Lets not change it."

Glenn slowly nodded and smiled. "Get on your back. I want to give you a massage." I began to decline but Glenn lightly pulled me down onto the bed. I yelped in pain and Glenn quickly jumped up. "Did you get a dog without telling me?!"

I lightly laughed at him. "You remember our deal don't you?" Glenn made me promise that if I get hurt badly then I have to stop playing football. I might do that if I break both of my legs. Underline might. "Its not to punish you. Its just that I don't want to see you get hurt." He sighed.

"I'm sorry Glenn but no. You're my boyfriend, not my dad. I'm playing football whether you like it or not. Football is as important to me as it is to you." Glenn lowered his head and nodded. "That and you get hurt worse than me!" I lightly punched his shoulder. He didn't scream but his face yelled pain. "When you give up football, I will too."

Glenn groaned then laid down on his back. I thought so. I sighed then laid on his chest. "Do you remember our first little football game? It was you and Mitch against Whitney and me? Whit took it so seriously since you guys didn't think we knew how to play. She tackled you and you were limping for at least a week." I laughed. Glenn lightly chuckled. "I remember the first game you let me go to of yours. I yelled your name at the top of my lungs. When you heard me you turned to me-."

"Then I got tackled by the biggest football player alive. That was fun." Glenn sarcastically finished my sentence. "Do you remember when you randomly came to one of my practices in a cheerleader uniform? All the guys were entertained and jealous at the same time. They even tried to ask their girls to do it but that didn't work. Even the coach said you were our best cheerleader." He laughed.

I remember that. Thats the last time I bet on a football game with Whitney. "We have a lot of memories baby." Well thats what happens when two people go out for a whole year. Glenn put his hand on my waist. "I remember the end of our first date. I walked you home then when I leaned in for a kiss-."

"I left you high and dry. I told you I dont kiss on the first date." We laughed. When Glenn and I have nothing to do we just lay down and talk about different things. "Our first kiss was fun though." I smiled.

* "Why are you dating this girl when you know what we think of her? Your grades dropped to C's. Stop this or else I'll have to." Mr. and Mrs. Lay ambushed Glenn while I was in his room. I peeked through the cracked door as they went back and forth. "She's doing nothing but pulling you down with her, cant you see that? I'm just doing what's best for you." Glenn's head went down in shame. Oh no, he's drowning.

I strolled out and kissed Glenn right in front of his parents. When I pulled back Glenn was in a trance so I smiled at his parents and pulled him out of the house. "Sorry, they were really pissing me-." Glenn grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me in, then kissed me. "I like that, do it again." Glenn laughed then did as told. *

"Get your ass up. You'll have enough time to cuddle when you're married. Take the hint Glenn!"Whitney busted in and sprayed us with silly string. "Feed me now. Whitney is hungry. Get me food now!" She continued to spray Glenn until he went downstairs to fix Whitney some food.

"I'm not even hungry." Whit sighed as she sat down on the bed. "So, the asshole still didnt propose to you? What a butt munch." I grinned at her. "Maybe if you gave him some booty then there would be a fat ring on that finger. Take the hint darling. When was the last time you two-?"

"Glenn and I have never had sex." I watched Whitney stare at me. "I know its crazy but trust me. If we did then you would be the first to know." I smiled. "Truthfully I think he's a virgin. Do you?" Whitney continued to stare at me. "Just say some something damn it." Before Whit could reply Glenn's phone went off.

I picked it up and read the text message from Mitch, Glenn's best friend and also his team mate. 'Stop being a little bitch and talk to her already! Whats the worse thing she's going to say?' I stared at the text message. What is this nigga taking about? "Glenn, Mitch text you!" I yelled to Glenn.

Michael, aka Mitch, has been by Glenn for years. They have been friends before I came into the picture. He's 24, 6'4", African American, and thinks he's a thug. We have to call him Mitch because we're not allowed to say his legal name. Mitch is sort of like a brother to Glenn since they both don't have any siblings. We have a love-hate relationship but in the end we have each other's back.

"He said to stop being a bitch and do it!" I yelled. I smiled as Glenn walked into the room with a tray of food in his hands. It had three hotdogs with ketchup and relish, an open bottle of beer, and a bag of chips. Whitney smiked, took the tray, lightly smacked Glenn, then left.

"I'll take that as a thank you." Glenn chuckled. We went downstairs to eat some dinner. After I took a shower I went straight to sleep with only my towel on. "Hello, nigga it's three in the fucking morning. Did you know that?" I listened as Glenn talked on the phone. "Whatever Mitch, just what are you calling me for? I understand what you're saying. You sound like everyone else. I'll just talk to you when I wake up. I have a perfect woman to sleep with right now. Alright, night." Glenn hung up the phone then laid down.

Why does everyone want us to get married? All of our friends are single and are not even trying to go on dates. I calmly watched as Glenn's arm wrapped around my waist. I put my hand in his then sighed.

Maybe I should just go buy him a ring and propose to him. Would he even think about saying no to that? Would he like that or would it make him feel like less of a man? Why is love so damn difficult?! Just marry me already! Do I have to write some damn Taylor Swift song for him to understand? I got comfortable then slowly drifted to sleep.