The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14 - The Giants

It's been a month since that evening at Coffee Addict. Everything had started to settle. At work, Sandra was still insufferable, but somehow, I started seeing a difference. She was still a bitch don't get me wrong but something in the way she spoke and treated me seem to change slightly in my favor although I can't quite put my finger on it just yet. When I figure out what it is, I'll let you know.

At the club, things were going smoothly. Jenkins was happy with my dance performance and I even received a few compliments, which let's be honest, were just about as rare as Sandra's. The girls and I had become tighter, we would meet up regularly to work out, go to the movies, or simply hang out at one or the other's houses. We'll except for Naomi who was stubborn as hell.

What made the situation worse was learning that she was the perfect friend to everyone else on the team. All except for me.

Al was falling more and more in love with her man which we couldn't wait to meet. She wouldn't hesitate to gush about him when Marketa asked.

The only issue was that with both girls having found a stable partner I was the only one left. I guess you all know what's coming next. Each time they would see a cute guy I would get the very noticeable double eyebrow raise with a very obvious head pointing. You know, the usual embarrassing friend behavior when they're trying to become your matchmaker.

Some guys were cute, I'll give them that, but my mind was still stuck on a handsome wide receiver. I hadn't spoken to Kyle, but I couldn't resist the pull he had on the field. My eyes seem to follow him like magnets each time I cheered on the sidelines.

Even from the distance, I could point out the few times his helmet had shifted my way. I'd pretend not to notice, but it made my heart skip a beat each time.

The Beacons were on a winning streak. They hadn't been defeated since the start of the season and they were hoping to keep it this way tonight as well to increase their chances of making the play-offs.

They were playing against the Giants and although they had been winning so far, so had their opponent. Someone was going to lose that streak and we were all tense, hoping it would be the other team. This was a Sunday night game, making it more crowded than usual.

Kick-off sounded and each team put in place their various strategies to try and outsmart the other but after the first quarter, the scores were still tied at zero. I could tell the Giants were starting to get frustrated by what was happening, and despite the Beacons trying to hide it, they were too. The coaches were walking all over trying to figure out what play to do, scratching their notes and speaking into their microphones.

The second quarter started much better with a sack from our team. The crowd went wild and the team gained a few yards. At this point, we were only about ten yards from the touchdown line. This was it! The first real opportunity for the team to put some numbers on the blank scoreboard.

I was engrossed in the game I nearly forgot to move when the music started. Marketa quickly gave a discrete shove that got me going with the rest of the team. Crap, I hope the Jenkins didn't see that. Timidly eyeing her from the corner of my eye I could tell by her angry scroll that she didn't miss a thing. She's going to kill me.

I didn't have time to think about it too long because the team scored a touchdown. Dammit! I didn't even see how they did it! I guess these are also the downfalls of cheering your favorite team on.

Over the next few minutes the different teams went on and off the field and various scores were made. Unfortunately, a fumble near our touchline made it easy for the Giants to catch up to us. Once again, with only two minutes to go before half-time, the scoreboard showed a tie.

Giants were coming for the offense and Beacon's were defending, which wasn't ideal if we wanted to score one last time before the end of this quarter.

The whistle blew and once again Giants were moving forward. Our defense team was having a hard time keeping them at bay allowing them to make two downs. With the opposing team standing on the thirty-yard line this was getting dangerous. The next play was a nightmare with the opposing team receiving an automatic one down due to one of our players pulling their facemask in a desperate attempt to stop the running back.

Only twenty yards left before they could score a touchdown. If I'd been in the crowd, I would have been doing the same thing as the fans. Cheering, but screaming at the players at the same time. They could do better than this. They had shown that in the first quarter already.

The last minute went by like the first, wide receivers ran behind the touchline and by the time our defense noticed the only player that wasn't being guarded it was too late. They watched as the ball cut through the air and landed in the hands of their tight end before anyone could get to him. Touchdown.

The Giant's receiver jumped up, his hand fisted in victory. "That's how it's done, baby!" I could hear him scream from my position on the field. I kept wiggling my poms as we were told to do to show sportsmanship, but this player was blindingly arrogant it was hard to keep the smile on my face and the eye roll away.

I turned my head to look at the players from our team which were starting to head out, our defense team was exhausted from this sequence and they had nothing to show for it. Our players were standing up, getting ready to head back into the locker rooms for half-time. My eyes quickly found Kyle who was speaking with Samuel, but they didn't stay there long.

I yelped when I felt a hand roughly grab one of my ass cheeks. Son of a bitch! I thought. It hadn't been a slap, that was annoying, but I could handle it. No, this was a full hand grab. A painful one I might add. I turned around and gave this man the meanest glare I could, mustering all of the anger and venom I had into this look while one of my hands went to my ass to try and smooth the skin there. He smirked at me, raising his eyebrows, daring me to say something.

We both knew I couldn't. This was the NFL, the players were like gods, anything I would say would be ammunition to fire me on the spot. I loved dancing, and I loved my job, but it was assholes like this that made me reconsider my choices.

I was about to give him a piece of my mind regardless when out of nowhere, a large body blocked my view shoving the player that had just assaulted me.

"What the fuck was that?!" he screamed angrily shoving the player backward again. I hadn't recognized him at first because of the helmet but I'd know Kyle's voice anywhere.

The player laughed in his face before adding. "What's up, Lopez? You fucking this bitch?" he provoked. I could tell Kyle was getting more agitated by the minute but intervening would only add oil to the fire. I wasn't the only one who thought that since Marketa was by my side within seconds, sliding her arm over my shoulder and walking me further away from the commotion.

"Back the hell away from our cheerleaders," I could hear our team running back shout. Despite the situation, it warmed my heart to see that the players had a sense of protection over us even if they didn't know us personally.

From the distance, I could see the entire team now joining in the argument, with Samuel standing beside Kyle looking like he could throw a punch at any time. He knew that although this happened to me it could very well have been Marketa.

The two teams were now literally head-to-head and if no one intervened there would be a bloody fight breaking out. My heart was pounding in my chest, a physical fight between the teams would be terrible for Kyle and Samuel's careers, not to mention that they could get hurt.

Where in the world are the referees?!

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