"chapter 24- keep your privilege"

"okay wideouts are next, line it up. first up. asher adams." coach baker announced & the room was filled with silence.

"no?" coach baker yelled.

"next up, jay quelin." coach announced.

"wait, i'm here!" asher yelled as he approached coach baker.

"okay good luck." coach whispered & the combine began.

the players were pushed to the limit, tested on size, strength, agility, & skill. brooke & the girls sat on a bench watching the boys.

"he's cute." sammy said pointing at one of the boys.

"you said that about the last one too." brooke laughed.

"& the one before that." olivia chuckled.

"hey i'm looking for a husband, someone preferably who's going into the nfl." sammy joked & the girls burst into a fit of laughter.

watched as jordan threw an interception, and walked over to the water angrily. brooke got up and approached him since he was clearly upset.

"are you good?" brooke asked concerned.

"just having an off day." jordan sighed as chris approached the couple grabbing a water bottle.

"it's all good man, happens to the best of us." chris encouraged.

"did you even miss a single throw today?" jordan questioned.

"i mean." chris scoffed.

"that's what i thought. you straight up outplayed me." jordan said rolling his eyes.

"excuse me, jordan baker congratulations." a coach announced handing jordan an invite to the seven on seven.

"thanks coach." jordan stuttered out.

"chris, maybe next year." the coach added walking away.

"babe that's great." brooke said pulling her sweaty boyfriend in for a hug as chris watched in awe.

"chris, i'm really sorry you deserved an invite too." jordan apologized.

"yeah, i deserved that one." chris snarled.

"wait hold up-"

"nah man, you said i outplayed you all day. yeah, you got size, strength, but you also got a daddy that played in the nfl, & that right there man is all you'll ever need. but it's all good, because where i'm from, i'm used to hustling. & working twice as hard, & we both know you don't deserve this, your girl even knows it. so y'all beverly hills babies can keep your privilege, cause i'm not gonna stop." chris hissed walking away.

"jordan don't listen to him." brooke assured reaching out to touch her boyfriends face but he backed away.

"he's right though brooke. my dad played in the nfl, and that's why when it comes to football i get everything handed to me. i mean you should know considering who your parents are." jordan stated.

"what's that's supposed to mean." brooke said crossing her arms.

"i mean all the modeling you've been doing lately, you know that has to do with your parents. your dad is steve madden & your moms madison wilde." jordan laughed.

"you know what, you've been a dick all day. i'll find my own ride home." brooke yelled.

"why are you so upset? you can't fight against who you are." jordan laughed.

"i'm so over you today baker." brooke hissed storming off.

the field was empty was brooke was still there, she was about to call an uber and then she spotted asher.

"combines been over for a while." brooke pointed out.

"i'm not ready to leave just yet." asher smiled & brooke sat beside him.

"i miss this, being out here. i didn't appreciate it enough." asher sighed.

"well come back tomorrow for the seven on seven game. i'll be here cheering on my jerk of a boyfriend ." brooke groaned.

"well i guess you're gonna have to cheer me on too." asher laughed pulling out his invite.

"wait is that?" brooke laughed.

"they invited me to play." asher gushed.

"asher, that's amazing. i mean the gold envelope is a little much. kind of willy wonka if you ask me, but." brooke joked and they both burst into a fit of laughter.

"if anyone needed a golden ticket right about now, it was me. this couldn't have happened without you, thank you." asher said pulling brooke into a hug.

as jordan watched them from across the field & more anger built up within him.