Chapter 25: Game day - Cole

I check the time on my phone, it's still very early, meaning Luke is still asleep. We share a room in the hotel room we stay at on Friday nights, the same hotel who just this week offered to house Kamila every time she drives through to watch me play.

I think Kamila and Monet are a little bit flabbergasted with what's happening in the press regarding how I played on Saturday. They don't know that the same press who is putting me on a pedestal right now could be the same press who could badmouth me if I have one bad game, or a bad play even.

I also think they're worried that I might not be able to handle it all. I used to have breakdowns before a big exam, or a big match when I was younger. That time it wasn't even on a scale this big. They don't know I have a secret weapon that keeps me calm and grounded. And they can't ever find out.

I get up quietly, not wanting to disturb Luke, and go to the bathroom, making sure the door is locked behind me.

I pull up the live feed from the camera I planted. She's still sleeping on top of her quilt, because it's hot as fuck in this state. That damn ass that drives me crazy is in tiny sleepshorts that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Just watching her sleep is making me hard, and I rub my erection over my shorts, turning on the shower. I go back to my favorite scene from a few days ago. She left the room to take a shower, and she came back with only a towel wrapped around her delectable body, drying her hair with another towel. The one around her body slipped off, and the first time I saw it, I came in my pants right there and then.

Not even the best sculptor could make a body like hers. She has naturally big, firm breasts with brown nipples that are erect on my screen right now, with a narrow waist and hips that flare out to house that ass that men weep over. Her pussy is trimmed, disappearing into a V that I wonder what it taste like.

I'm going to jail for the thoughts running through my mind. I will never be able to have her, unless I do something illegal. I'm not above it either, it's not difficult to scrore drugs on this campus, but if it ever gets back to me, I would lose everything, and I can't do that to my family.

I get in the shower, imagining what would feel like to be between those thighs, to spear her lips with my tongue and drink on her cum. I want to choke her on my dick, I want to see her golden eyes dripping tears while I hold her head still as I fuck her throat. Would she cry for mercy if I force my dick into her tiny asshole while grabbing the flesh of her ass?

I groan as ropes and ropes of cum spray on the tiles of the shower, shivers running up the back of my legs.

I clean up and get out, getting dressed to head downstairs for breakfast.

Luke wakes up when his alarm goes off, looking at me and shaking his head. "How the fuck are you always up so early?"

When you have a secret as big as mine, you have to be very careful. I could never let Luke see what I do. Game days are important, and if I don't do my ritual, I won't play well.

He's my best friend since elementary school, he protects me on the field, and hoepfully we can do that in the professional league as well, but he will never understand what I have to do in order to keep my head in the game. If he did, he would probably not want to be my friend any more.

I do all the pregame responsibilities with a smile on my face, taking pictures with little kids like I'm not secretly a stalker and a creep.

When we run out of the tunnel, I look for her first. She's looking exquisite in an all white mini dress with a red cowboy hat on her head, laughing at me when I point my helmet at her.

We win, like I knew we would, a staggering score of 74 to 7. The other team looks like they just came from a war while we scream and shout in celebration. My goal is to be undefeated, not just this season, but the next two that are upcoming.

"Cole, you were amazing yet again out on the gridiron tonight." A reporter says in the press conference afterwards. "The country would like to know what is your biggest motivation to go out there for the second week in a row and absolutely annihilate the opposition."

"My family." I say without a doubt. "I lost my mother at a very young age, and her best friend took me in. Every time I go out there I play for my mother who can't be here, and for the angel who gave me a home when I could've ended up in the foster system."

A ton of reporters start shouting questions at me at once, but I'm not done.

"I play for coach Murray, because he saw a talent in me that nobody else did, and I play for this team that means so much to me."

"Allright everyone." Coach says into the microphone. "If you have no more questions about football for Cole, let's wrap it up."

Kamila has tears in her eyes when I see her after, Monet grinning when she throws her arms around my neck.

Soon, Kamila won't have to work anymore, if she wanted to, she could still teach art in her spare time, then I won't have to worry about her driving eight hours by herself every time to watch me play.

The party is in full bloom when we arrive at Greek Row, and I accept the one beer for the victory.

"Jungle juice!" Amy shouts over the music, and she happily hops over to the bar to get her and Monet the alcohol.

Here is what I've noticed about my little sister. She's a lightweight, and I have to keep my eyes on her the whole time she shakes her body to the music, because the vultures are circling ready to strike. The only reason guys are staying away from her is because of me, and I will kill anyone who touches her without her permission. I would gladly go to jail for that crime. I even spot James looking at her with longing, I'm going to have to watch out for him. I heard she told him they could only be friends.

So later, when she's completely drunk and way too friendly, I take her, Amy and Luke back to the dorm. This is the only night that Luke also drinks, and he's feeling Amy up, but I don't stop him this time.

Because I have plans of my own.