Blue 42

Chapter 2-Pretty

Song: Paris by Sabrina Carpenter

Eileen's POV

I quickly changed into the black dress that I had sent in prior and then I walked to the press madness. I saw Jalen with Tua and Coach Saban with Coach Swinney. I smiled and walked to the other side of the room. In my job titling I didn't really get to do much when it came to press, though when the press could catch me they tried to pry my modeling job description out of me. 

I looked around at the tall and muscular men around me. A few women dotted the room, but were clearly out numbered. I tried to fade into the black of the corner as I caught Tua's eye and he smiled. I waved, and he pointed me out to Jalen. The boys motioned for me to come over to them. 

I pushed off the wall and  to them. 

"Leenie." Jalen wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him and laughed. 

"Jayjay." I smirked and he released me.

"You think you could make  me a new stretching pattern?" He wiggled his eye brows. The boys were constantly teasing me about my stretches. Even though Jalen was an NFL player he still relied on me.

"Of course, I was thinking splits, crossing roll split, and a few more." I put my hand on my hip. 

"Oo, Leenie is getting tough." Tua smirked. 

Jalen looked at me with a look of 'naw bro, she's like this anyways you're just blind.' I giggled.  A reporter called for the boys and Saban looked over at me, beckoning me to him.

"I got to get to Saban." I told them. "Have fun with your interview."

I ran over to Nick and he stopped me with his hand. "Eileen, this is Dabo Swinney, Clemson's head coach." 

"Hello, Eileen Vern." I offered my hand. He shook it warmly.

"Hello, I have heard about your work with the Tide's athletics. I was wondering if Coach Saban and you wouldn't mind having a sit down conversation with me. I would like to extend you an offer to travel to Clemson for 3 weeks to help our players during our off season. Any credit would go to Alabama."

"Wow, um. Please give me time to think and talk with Coach Saban, and I will let you know." I smiled.

"I don't expect anything less." The other coach smiled and then turned when a familiar blond mop of hair appeared behind him. "Ah, Trevor. Come meet Miss Eileen." 

"Please just Eileen." I smiled. "Hello again." I smiled at the tall man in front of me.

"Hi." He sent me a dashing smile. 

"You've met?" Saban looked between us.

"Tua." I nodded to the smiling QB. 

"Ah." 

"Coach, could I steal Eileen for a second." Trevor sent me a blush. I looked everywhere but Coach Dabo.

"Of course." The Coach looked at me and Trevor and then turned back to Saban. 

"Eileen, team meeting in an hour. Be there." 

"Yes sir." I nodded and allowed Trevor to lead me away. He led me to the back of the room then out the doors. "What are you doing?" 

"Too many eyes in there." He smiled. He let go of my hand and walked out on the field. "You know, you're really pretty." I blushed and walked towards him. He walked to the 50 yard line and stopped. "I could even tell you were pretty when I saw your profile on the sidelines. Stretching the guys." I stopped in front of him. "This is it."

"What's it?" 

"This is the spot where I first saw you." 

I looked up at him. "Trevor, I don't think this is a good idea." I backed up and he moved closer. "We just met."

"Give me your number, or your snap or something." He begged. "Please. And please will you go out with me?"

I blushed. I had waited to hear those words since I was little. This was a first. "I-I... Yes." I let a breath out and he moved to put his hands on my arms. "This isn't going to go well with the coach or with my team mates or my school mates." I looked up into his eyes. "I can only see you when I am out of town."

His eyes clouded. "But, I only have one more year here. Then I am done with Clemson, and hopefully heading to the NFL."

"When that happens, if we work out then yes. I can have you to Bama, but till then, if we work out, this never happened." 

"Fine. Please think about it." He looked at me. "I like you. A bit more than I should as you are a freshmen."

"Well Mr. Senior, better make this spring season the best season ever. And you had better not treat me badly." 

"Why would I?" He looked at me. 

"I just don't wanna be hurt again." 

He looked me in the eyes. "I promise." 

"Yeah, well so did he." I looked into his eyes. 

"I mean it."

"OK."

We chatted while he walked around. When we finished, I had to run the Tide's meeting. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. We hugged and I ran as best as I could in heels off the field and to the locker room.