Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

Two

Matti Williams

The pressure of game day on a Saturday can be described as the same pressure you feel after drinking one too many beers and having that sudden pressure in your bladder to piss. It's truly an indescribable experience unless you're living in the moment.

Did I ever think I was going to get to this point? Hell no.

Coming from a private school in Michigan I was always privileged in high school to be the best quarterback in the state so when I received the offer from Penn State I wasn't that surprised. However, I thought college was it for me and football.

That was all until the coach pulled me in his office five minutes before huddling to tell me that the scouts for the Patriots and Steelers were here to watch me play. And that's when I knew I needed to have the best damn game of my life.

This game is neck and neck. Indiana as far as I'm concerned can suck my dick and my father's. I've gotten my facemask pulled more times than ever and the no good for shit referees have yet to call anything against them.

The headset in my helmet goes off and Coach Webber starts spitting combos at me so we can finish this game off strong in the next five minutes. "Alright, guys a 3-4 Defensive Formation. Let's get the ball. Break on three ready? One, two, three, break." We clapped and went into formation.

With the sounding of the "set hut," we were moving as a defense. Suddenly the Indiana Hosiers Quarterback was sacked and he lost control of the ball. Griffin snatched the ball from the forty-yard line and took it. Running down the left sideline I was chasing after him into the end zone.

The eruption from the crowd told us that with thirty seconds left on the clock we were going to win this. Instead of kicking, we went for the extra two points. This means I needed to get through the line to carry the ball into the endzone.

"SET. HUT."

I launched myself over the dogpile and entered the end zone.

"WILLIAMS COLLECTS THE EXTRA POINTS! PENN STATE 48- INDIANA 41 FINAL! WILLIAMS AND JOHNSON HAVE DONE IT AGAIN FOR YOUR NITTANY LIONS! WE ARE!" The announcer yelled throughout Beaver Stadium speakers.

The marching band blasts throughout the stadium and the crowd roars as we're all running off the field to get inside the locker room to shower for after festivities. "Hey there's our QB!" Suddenly I feel water poured on me and it's the team.

"What in God's fucking nation are you dumbasses doing! Are you guys gonna pay someone to clean the water damage! Hit the showers before I get the towel!" Yelled a red-faced Coach Webber.

"Yes sir." We all spoke in unison.

"And Williams? Good game today son. Your future is looking bright." I smiled at him.

"Thanks, coach."

After the big wins are the best time because it means it's party time. And if you're a football player at a Division One University, you get women throwing themselves at you without invitation. Not like I would decline it though. "You cool if the party is at the freshman house tonight?" Griffin says to me while we're getting dressed. I shake my head, "No sir. As long as I get a blonde busty girl on me later I could be in North Korea for all I care." Griffin smirks.

"One day Mr. Big Time you'll know that these hookups won't keep you happy forever. That's when you know you've become a real man." Griffin says. "Blah blah blah blah real man blah blah, listen bitch boy when you stop letting Natalie Reagan take your man card let me know because I miss playboy Griff." I cackle as Reese and Blake start mocking Griffin for his girlfriend.

"She isn't my girlfriend and yes she is smoking hot. You guys will know what it's like one day when you want someone to mess around with that is the same person."

"Mhmm yeah okay. Sounds pussy whipped to me." I opened the door of the locker room to head out to the lion statue to see all of the families waiting there for their football players.

Well, at least I tried to.

I hit something hard.

Or someone.

"Ouch." I heard a tiny female voice say.

I looked down and saw I smacked a tiny brunette with a jersey on.

Number 23.

Caden's number.

Does Caden have a girlfriend?

Does Caden have a hot girlfriend?

"Oh, that's tough." I offered my hand to her and she ignored it and just stood up. "Maybe you should watch where you're opening doors." The feisty female spoke.

"Or maybe you shouldn't walk in front of a door that is going to be opened?" She rolled her eyes.

What the fuck was her problem?

"Black! Get over here!" Two blondes yelled what I presumed was her last name.

She looked back at me, nodded then proceeded to walk away.

Weird.

"Yo, did you just hit that hot chick with the door?" Reese said. "Whatever you hit sounded like a damn brick hit the door. But she was hot though. You guys know her?" Blake said.

Nope, I had no clue who that rude girl was. Was she hot? Very. But not my type. Busty blondes with blue eyes are my thing. We all shook our heads and headed out.

Time to get shit-faced and drink to one of the best days of my career.

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