Chapter 6

“Again!” I called as the last person finished. The entire team, including me, started another set of sprints across the field and back. I was the first one finished. Nate was the last.

“We will keep doing this until all of you put 100% in!” I yelled, trying to catch my breath.

“Jesus christ what’s up your ass today?!” Nate said loudly.

“Again!” I yelled, and we started running again.

Still, people were practically jogging.

“When I say sprints, it means fucking sprints!” I yelled, mostly at Nate.

“We’ve done this 5 times already I can’t just-”

“AGAIN!”

By the time we were finished again, every inch of my body was on fire and I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Get some water.” I said, walking over to the benches.

“Why so tense today?” Ryan asked as we drank our water. I ignored him.

“You okay?” Dylan asked, walking up to me.

“Just give her space. She gets like this when it’s shark week.” Nate laughed. I spun around to glare at him.

“You can take your fucking annoying comments and get the hell out of my practice!” I said loudly, pointing at him.

Nate just looked at me.

“But-”

“Leave! I don’t want your shit!” I yelled.

“Sam come on-”

“Now.”

Nate glared at me and grabbed his bag, storming off to the locker rooms.

I turned to the team. “Anyone else care to join him?” I asked, almost daringly.

“God I wish coach was here.” Ryan groaned. I chose to ignore that comment and I tossed my water down on my bag.

“On the line!” I called, stretching out my arms.

Everyone groaned.

“Now.” I said loudly.

Everyone lined up on the line and I stood to the side.

“You can do this at a jog but don’t you dare stop. When I blow the whistle once it means go forwards, when I blow it twice, go backwards, when I blow it three times, you can stop.” I said. I blew the whistle once, and took a deep breath.

It was Thursday, and I was dreading going home. My mom was having one of her famous dinner parties, and I had to act like I was a perfect little daughter. But tonight would be different. Sarah, Sadie, and Susan always bring their boyfriends, so tonight, my dad told me to invite Dylan. I just knew that it would be bad. Dylan had first come over for dinner 2 weeks ago, and my parents just loved him. And they’d been really nice to me and the rest of the team recently, but I felt like something bad was going to happen tonight.

By the time I called for them to finish, they were all barely moving.

“Water.” I said, walking back to the benches. Dylan was the first to reach me.

“Tonight will be fine. Stop worrying.” He said softly, picking up his water bottle.

“You don’t understand what their dinners are like.” I said, picking up my own bottle, even though I’d just done no exercise. “My mom goes into hyper crazy mode, and my dad gets mad at everything, and my sisters are bitches and-”

“And I’ll be there.” Dylan said softly, looking in my eyes through the helmet. “Right next to you, holding your hand.”

I just nodded, taking a deep breath.

“So we’re not coming tonight, right?” Ryan asked me.

I shook my head, looking at my phone.

“Nope I have- SHIT! It’s 4:45!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

“Practice goes until 5 tonight.” Luke said, giving me a weird look.

“Yea not for me.” I said, picking up my bag. “Dylan and I have to go. Ryan take over.” I said, running towards the locker rooms.

I was supposed to be home at 4:30 to start getting ready. I’d just have to wear my hair curly.

“I’ll go home and shower as soon as I can and then I’ll-”

“No you won’t you have your stuff with you, right?” I called as I changed out of my practice stuff.

“Yea but-”

“Great you’re showering at my place.” I called, stuffing everything into my bag. I ran over to Dylan, who was still shirtless.

“Isn’t that a bit much? Showering at your place? I’ve only known you for two weeks.” He said, raising his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes as he laughed. Dylan winked at me and picked up his bag.

“I’ll see you at my house. Hurry!” I called as I ran out the back door. Dylan waved at me as I got into my car, making me laugh. I quickly drove home and ran inside, just as Dylan got there.

“I’m so sorry that we’re late! I lost track of time we’ll be up at 5:30!” I called, running down my stairs. “I’m showering first, just make yourself comfortable or something.” I said to Dylan and ran into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower, making sure to clean all of the sweat off of me from practice. I quickly shaved, then jumped out. I wrapped a towel around myself and ran out of the bathroom.

“30 minutes.” Dylan said before shutting the door to the bathroom. I ran into my closet and pulled on some underwear and a bra, then tied my hair up in a towel so when I put on my dress it wouldn’t get wet. I grabbed a small white sundress and some green flats. I put on my bathrobe and let my hair down. I walked out of the closer just as Dylan opened the door. I looked at the clock.

“23 minutes.” I grumbled, running a comb painfully through my hair. It instantly curled up, but it was nice curls. I loved my hair curly. It rarely got ugly frizzy or anything. I pinned the front piece back and put on a bit of mascara and lip gloss. Dylan walked back into the bathroom, dressed in khakis and a green button up shirt.

“Oh you look so fancy.” I laughed. He just shrugged.

“Do me a favor and dry your hair.” I said, handing him the blow drier.

“Why?” He asked as if it was the most outrageous thing in the world.

“Because important people are going to be here and if I have wet hair, and you have wet hair, they’ll assume things, because they don’t know that we just came from football.” I said, crossing my arms. “Hurry up you have 18 minutes!”

Dylan just laughed and plugged it in. I quickly moisturized my legs and put on some deodorant. I walked out of the bathroom to spray my perfume. When I got back in, Dylan’s hair was all dry, and he was just putting some gel in it.

“Oh it looks fine.” I said, frowning.

“Oi. I have standards.” He said, turning to look at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and leaned back against the counter.

“So I’m just your date to this, right?” Dylan asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Yea. My ‘plus one’ per say.” I laughed.

“Well...” Dylan said, standing in front of me so that I was between him and the counter. “How would you feel if I wasn’t just your plus one.” He asked.

“You make no sense.” I laughed.

“I’m asking you if you want to be my girlfriend.” Dylan said, biting his lip nervously.

“Girlfriend?” I asked. “So you want to be my boyfriend?”

“All day every day.” Dylan smiled, running his hands down my arms and taking my hands in his.

“Like, dating?” I asked.

“Dating.” Dylan said.

“Of course.” I smiled, pressing my lips to his. “But this doesn’t mean that you get out of sprints.” I giggled.

“Darn.” He joked, resting his forehead against mine.

A thought crossed my mind, and I started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Dylan laughed.

“You know how all the guys have their girlfriend’s wear their other jersey at the game?” I asked. “For good luck? Well what do you think coach would say if we showed up in each other’s jerseys.” I giggled.

“He’d yell at me, and tell you he liked the change.” Dylan said. “He loves you and everyone knows it.”

“Well I’m just that special.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around Dylan’s neck. My smile faded as I thought of the rest of the team.

“What about the other guys?” I sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“When I joined the team, I promised coach there would be no funny business with any of the guys... And whenever a guy looks at me the wrong way, Nate wants to punch his face in.” I said, playing with the ends of Dylan’s hair.

“Then who says we have to tell them?” Dylan asked. “They don’t need an explanation for our unbearable cuteness.”

I laughed. “Okay, boyfriend.”

“Let’s go girlfriend, our time’s up.”

I laughed and took his hand. We walked upstairs, and my mom smiled at us.

“Oh great, people will be here soon! You look lovely.” My mom said, grinning at me.

“Mom?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Yes?” She said, turning to me.

“Can you- Can you guys come to my game tomorrow?” I asked, biting my lip. Dylan slid his arm around my waist, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Sarah and Sadie have a dance show...” My mom sighed.

I felt my stomach drop.

“But I’ll come to your game.” She smiled, giving me a soft look.

My face broke into a ginormous smile.

“But mom!” Sadie exclaimed.

“You always come to our dances!” Sarah whined.

“Well your sister has a game that I will be going to.” My mom smiled, giving me a hug. “I haven’t been to enough of hers.”

I laughed and pulled away, standing closer to Dylan than before.

People started arriving, and the night carried on.

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Matt Saracen is the love of my life and that's a fact (If you don't know who he is look him up because he's a character on Friday Night Lights and he's perfect)

Update: Later today because I forgot to update yesterday 

-Panda