Life in Dillon

Chapter 10

I pull up to 'Lenny's', a bar about to two blocks away from the school. Right as I walk into the bar I see Lyla Garrity, we instantly make eye contact, she was leaning against the bar like she was waiting for someone or something. She stands up straight when she sees me. She puts her hands on her hips shaking her head. My eyes goes to the silver stone on her left hand.

"You know, I never saw you as a skipper, Garrity" I remark.

"I have study hall, Tim" she scoffs bringing a smirk to my face.

I walk towards the barstool next to where she was standing. I feel her eyes on me but I avoid eye contact.

"What are you doin', Tim?" she interrogates

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you doin' here?" she adds.

I wave the tender over avoiding her question. I tell the tender to give me a pint of beer and he does shortly. It's quiet between Lyla and I. As I take a sip that's when she starts up again.

"Is this your way of impressing Colleges?" she scoffs.

"Lyla-"

"No you know what, I can see it now. 'Tim Riggins, a decent player from the Panthers, goes to class twice a year, and a binge day drinker. Let's recruit him, I see big things'" she mocks.

"Get off my back, alright?" I say looking at her.

"Things never change with you" she shakes her head scoffing once again.

I shake my head at her, "don't you have to get married or something somewhere else?"

Her expression doesn't change, "do yourself a favour, Tim, pull yourself together will ya?"

With that the tender hands her what looks like a bag of take-out. I raise my glass to her and smile.

"Doin' it the best way I do" I tell her.

"You have a good day" she remarks walking away.

"Sure will, Garrity"

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Lunch rolls around and Lenny's was too pricey for my taste today so I decide to drive back to school. I had two beers over at Lenny's but I manage to drive back successfully. As usual I pull up to the teachers lot and walk towards the fieldhouse. I overlook the field and I see cameras being set up on the track near the bleachers. I scoff under my breath. I have yet to understand the need for all of this media bullshit.

The fieldhouse is empty but I hear movement at the lockers. I walk towards my locker and see J.D. in his full gear. He takes a step back not expecting to see me.

"Twelve" I greet him.

"Holy shit, Rigg, I didn't see you there" he says and I raise my brows at him.

I look through my stuff hoping to find deodorant, shit. I look at J.D. tying his laces to his cleats.

"Hey, you think you can 'low me your deodorant"

"Y-yeah" he stammers.

He reaches into his locker and tosesses a bar of deodorant to me, I catch it. While I applying, I furrow my eyebrows at him. It was lunch, what the hell was he doing in his gear.

"You know, we don't have to wear that every second of the day to prove we're on the team"

He chuckles uncomfortably, "nah I got uh that interview for the media people outside"