Come to the Game

game time (finally)

aight, so sorry this took so long. I forgot the pass to my acct so i can't log into my computer, which means i had to type on my phone. And sis js took off her acrylics so sorry if there's a hecka amount of typos. Anyway follow me if ur reading this thanks. Uhh, this might be short too idk. How do ppl write such long ass chapters? Ok im rambling ill stop now. Enjoy this chapter. Peace out - bwi

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Roman's POV

17:56

"ROMAN PRINCE." Shit.

I run into the locker room after hearing my name and everyone stopped to stare. Are they fucking kidding me? Don't y'all have business to take care of? I look at my coach who seemed calmly angry. "Sorry, coach. I was at my house and-" He cut me off by putting his hand up.

"JV ends in half an hour. Hurry up and get dressed. We're heading up to the field in 15." He said curtly and walked away.

I heaved a sigh and walked over to my locker. My friend and teammate Terrence patted me on my shoulder. His locker is next to mines, so we got close pretty quickly when the season started. He gave me a comforting look and let me change.

My locker opened to my jersey. Sweet, sweet, number 7. Gave me comfort in the darkest of times. Maybe not this time. I quickly got dressed and was holding my helmet as I sat on the bench in front of my locker.

I didn't notice my teammate, Leo, walk up behind me and slap my back. "A little birdie told me that Romo here invited his boyfriend to the game." He chuckled with a raised eyebrow.

I tried not to look embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. You saw me do it. And he's not my boyfriend!" I chided back at him.

"Yet." Terrence added with a wink. My previous efforts to maintain my dignity failed as my face turned a bright red.

"Is that right, Prince?" Our tight end, Kenny, asked. I nodded. "Maybe you should show him what you're made of! All muscles," he put one leg on the bench and flexed his bicep, "no brain." He got off the bench and pointed at his head. I chuckled and punched his shoulder. Kenny feigned hurt.

"Alright, boys." Coach Alex calls from the door of the locker room. "Today is just a normal game. Nothing we haven't been through before. So, keep calm and get up there!" He says this to encourage, maybe for anyone else it would've. But this only made it worse for me.

Just a normal game? This was totally not a normal game. I'll be playing for the heart of my beloved! Okay, maybe not that much. But it still was far from normal.

Virgil's POV

Logan and I found a nice spot to park, so we didn't have to walk far. Plus, at our school, you can't park far unless you want your car to get jacked. This isn't exactly a privileged school. We have very few strengths, one of them is football.

I pull down the overhead mirror in the car and aggressively try to fix my hair. "Why are you doing that?" Logan asks me while looking at his phone. I shrugged but then realized he couldn't see that.

"I don't know." I replied. Because honestly, I really don't. Am I trying to impress him? What do I even have that will? I guess I was pleasant enough to look at that he asked me out. Ugh. This is horrible.

"If you're trying to impress him with your looks, I doubt he's going to see you. I'm sure he will be focused on the game." Logan stated. That makes sense actually. Kind of makes me feel better.

I lightly smiled at Logan and closed the mirror. "Ready?" Logan put down his phone and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Are you?" He asked me. I nodded and we both got out of the car.