Falling for the Quarterback

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//Edited//

We get to his house and go right up to his room. We didn't talk the entirety of the car ride and still remain silent now as we walk up the stairs. There is a bit of tension but I think that just has more to do with the fact that I know he's upset because I'm upset with him. In all fairness I'm more upset with the situation than I am with him.

Granted I am upset that if I didn't bring it up, it was probably something he was planning on keeping from me forever or for as long as he could.

I made sure to text Sophia that her and Austin could go on and eat without us because Logan and I had some talking to do. Obviously Sophia was curious as hell but I told her I would fill her in when I had all the information myself.

I follow him into his room chewing my bottom lip as I close the door behind me. I don't know what I expect to hear from this conversation, but I am slightly nervous. More anxious if anything. I just know that whatever it is he's about to tell me isn't something good.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and looks down, running his hand through his hair. His leg bounces up and down and my heart sinks down all the way to my stomach at the sight of him.

The last time I seen him this nervous and distressed there was another girl wrapped up in his sheets.

I swallow hard at the memory and look away from him as I take off my shoes. I walk around to the other side of his bed and sit behind him, leaning my back against the headboard and tucking my feet under my bottom.

We sit in silence for a few moments, but I grow restless. I just want to get this over with.

"So you met him at the summer camp" I start while keeping my eyes ahead of me, fixating them on the part of the wall that is in between the TV and the ceiling .

"Yeah" he sighs "The summer before sophmore year"

From where I'm sitting, I can only see his side profile. I purposly sat here so I can't see his face. I don't need to be distracted right now I just want the full story.

"His girlfriend went to the camp too" he swallows. "But we were both training to be quarterbacks. I was better at it than him, obviously"

I refrain myself from rolling my eyes. Although his compliment to himself didn't sound egotistical, it kind of sounded sincere. I have no idea how he managed to do that.

"Anyways, we were always at each others throats ya know? Competition and what not" he runs his hand through his hair and over his face and sighs. "I-uh" he pauses turning to look at me.

I break my gaze from the wall and look back at him. Small beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead and he looks almost terrified of himself. I want to give him a hug, and it takes everything in me to keep my arms at my sides.

"Hazel this was before okay?" his voice strains as his eyes begin to search mine frantically.

"Before what?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Before you" he sighs "I was cold and I didn't care about anyone but myself. Hazel I'm not like that anymore please know that" he whispers

God he looks so ashamed of himself.

I let go of my self control, the overpowering feeling I have to comfort him taking over. I scoot over to him and kiss his shoulder before laying my head on it. I feel him relax under me slightly.

"I know" I say reassuring him. "You can tell me"

He clears his throat and continues. "The competition wasn't enough for me, I needed more. I wanted to screw with him more because I got a kick out of it" he takes a deep breath. "So I um...I-I fucked his girlfriend"