want me (joe burrow)

sixteen

reagan's pov

"hey mom." i said gloomy.

"what the hell reagan i heard you quit cheer. i also know the tryouts were today."

"it was just dads dream for me to play in the olympics one day."

"well you better have qualified." she yelled through the phone.

"i uh i didn't qualify for beach volleyball, but the coach wants to work with me for indoor they need a new libero and she said i would be a good fit."

"wow always disappointing. you need to grow up and stop having these little fantasies. it cost you a spot on the cheer team."

"but mom i -"

"but nothing i can't even talk to you right now."

"oh okay well bye love you."

"whatever." she said and hung up. i sighed and walked back to joe.

"i need a drink." i said calling kelsey.

we decided we'd go to the bar this weekend which was much needed in my opinion. i need to let loose.

"are you okay?" he said squeezing my hand. i smiled and looked at him.

"yeah i'm good just my mom being well not my mom." i said looking down at his hand that was now rested on my leg.

he dropped me off at my apartment after we went and ate. i said bye to him before going inside. the rest of the week went by in a blur we won our volleyball game and i was going to start training with the coach next week.

it was now friday night football continued there undefeated streak. they only had a few more games and i figure they will not lose a single game. kelsey and i were at the club and joe was here already.

she took a long time to get ready because she wanted to dress to impress the football team since we'd be around them again. i walked over to joe and immediately grabbed a shot taking it.

"wow reagan never thought you'd be a shot girl." joe said smiling.

"i'm not congrats on the win by the way." i said taking another one.

i was now about 6 shots deep and 2 beers. safe to say i was off my ass drunk. i usually don't get like this, but i'm so stressed with my mom and volleyball right now.

"ray i think you should slow down." joe said grabbing my waist.

"NoOoO iM gooD joe you neEEd to sloW doWNnn." i said slurring my words.

i grabbed his hands and asked him to dance with me.
"no reagan i'm not dancing." he said and i just started dancing by myself while he was holding my hands.

the football team was laughing at us along with kelsey. she made friends wit ha few players easily like always and was drunk as well. she left with one of them leaving just me.

"joe you're actually really hot." i said looking at his face really close.

"aww it only took you what 10 drinks to get you to admit that." he laughed and handed me a water. i refused too drink it. he took me back to his apartment before i could drink anymore.

"i like being drunk i feel more free i don't have the weight of my moms disappointment with me anymore." i said and joe just hugged me. i hugged him back.

"it's okay reagan i know what it feels like to not be good enough." he said and i started crying.

"yeah, but you also know what it feels like to have the most supportive parents in the world my mom hates me." i cried out to him as he continued to hug me.

"no she doesn't. she will realize what she's done to you one day and regret it when you're a successful professional volleyball player winning gold medals."

"joe you're so perfect i don't understand. i've never met any guy as supportive as you."

"well you haven't hung around the right people." he said pulling away from the hug.

i looked up at him and kissed him. only he didn't kiss me back. he pulled away really fast and i looked down. oh god he doesn't like me.

"oh god you don't like me either?" i said upset again.

"what no reagan i do like you. i like you too much to take advantage of you drunk." he said and i decided to drink some water.

"but you kiss girls drunk all the time."

"well they aren't like you." he said and i laughed.

"you're right they are much less of a failure than me." i said.

"no do not say that about yourself. you are the most hardworking person i've ever seen and honestly i wish i was half as good as you."

"joe you are no doubt the greatest college football player right now and you are going to be the first round pick why do you think i'm special?"

"because you don't want me for all of that. you want me for me not just some football player." he said looking at me and i was starting to feel more sober.

"well actually..." i laughed saying i was kidding.

"and you play sports. any girl who plays sports is better because they actually understand the struggles with it." he said.

"yeah more than i'd like to with volleyball."

"well i want you to know i'm your #1 fan. ever since i met you i've watched all of yalls games and highlights." he said and i smiled.

"sounds kind of creepy should i be worried?"

"oh you should be very worried because i know you watch me too." he smirked and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing before i eventually passed out.