by L A Cotton
Everything was not fucking fine.
It was falling to shit around me. The pieces of my carefully constructed world falling apart all because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants and out of the girl who made me fucking crazy.
“I know all about the sacrifice and dedication; the blood, sweat, and tears that go into winning a State Championship,” Dad flashed his championship ring to his enthralled audience, “that’s why I know you’ll bring it home this season. Because you’re fighters. Because you’re the best. Because you’re Raiders. And Raiders—”
“Never quit,” rang out around me, reverberating through me, stoking a fire in my soul. Even though I was pissed, even though this was the last place on Earth I wanted to be right now, it didn’t matter. Football was in my blood, part of my DNA, and when my teammates and our supporters cheered our name, it called to something inside me.
My eyes found Felicity across the yard. She was watching me, a faint smile gracing her lips. Why she was here I had no fucking idea, but deep down, I wanted to believe she came for me. Not that I could ever tell her that.
“Okay, okay, I’m going to wrap this up so we can get to the good stuff.”
“Yeah, Mrs. H’s chicken wings,” someone yelled, earning him a round of hoots and hollers.
Dad grabbed his drink off the lectern and raised it high. “To the seniors of 2019. May your futures be filled with opportunity, success, and most of all… football.”
The place erupted, everyone cheering for the man I hated so much I could barely look at him. It probably wasn’t healthy, the amount of resentment and bitterness I carried around with me, but I didn’t know how to let go.
I didn’t know how to forgive him.
Parents were supposed to set the standard. They were supposed to help shape us into the adults we would one day become. Which meant I could look forward to becoming a cheating son of a bitch who cared more about looking good in front of his town, and getting his dick wet, than his family.
The man of the moment approached me. “Jason,” he stuck out his hand. “I’m proud of you, Son. So damn proud.”
I stared at his hand, wishing I could leave him hanging. But everyone was watching, waiting to see the special moment between father and son.
“Thanks,” I choked out, grabbing his hand and shaking.
His eyes held so many apologies, but it was too little too late. I wasn’t sure we’d ever find our way back to one another. Not after everything.
Coach chose that exact moment to intervene and I breathed a sigh of relief as Dad took his seat. “Thank you, Kent,” he said, offering a nod of appreciation. “I know it means a lot to the team to have you here. You’re a true inspiration to the guys and proof that dreams can come true.
“Now we move onto the presentation. Every year, I like to give each of my seniors a token gift to remember their time at Rixon High. To remind them where they came from. This year, we’ve done something a little different. In an effort to work across departments, I approached Mr. Jalin, our arts director, about an exciting opportunity for one of his students. Miss Raine, if you’d like to come up here.”
I watched from across the way as Hailee stood up, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, and walked toward the coach.
“What Miss Raine has created for this year’s presentation is nothing other than incredible. And I hope you’ll join me in applauding her talent. Seniors of 2019, we present your senior year portraits.” He and Hailee began uncovering each portrait. The crowd hushed into awed silence. Even I couldn’t deny the impact of the nine paintings side by side.
“I think you’ll agree they really are something special.”
“Thank you,” my step-sister said, barely able to look at her audience.
One by one, Coach called up the seniors, presenting them with their portrait. Hailee posed for photos, graciously accepting a chaste kiss on the cheek from each of them, all except Asher who picked her up and twirled her around, and Cam who pulled her into his arms and kissed the crap out of her, audience be damned.
“And last but by no means least, our quarterback and captain, Jason Ford.”
The crowd’s applause faded into white noise as I got up and moved toward Hailee. She was smiling at me with such uncertainty, I felt like a complete shit. But when I reached her and she wrapped her arms around me, it was my turn to choke. Hailee didn’t speak, she didn’t need to. That one gesture spoke volumes.
When she pulled away, her smile was no longer uncertain but full of understanding. It only twisted the knife deeper. I’d been such a dick to her: making her life hell ever since she arrived in Rixon. Yet, here she was forgiving me for everything as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
“I hope you like it,” she said taking the framed photo down from the easel and presenting it to me.
I’d seen the portrait yesterday, but it had been ruined with red and white paint splashes.
“Well, Son,” Coach said, filling the awkward silence. “What do you think?”
“I...” The words lodged in my throat along with the giant fucking lump that had been there for the last couple of minutes.
“I think you’ve stunned him into silence.”
Hailee’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?” she whispered.
“It’s good, really good,” I managed to choke out. “Thanks.”
“Okay, now we’ve got all the formalities out of the way,” Coach declared, “let’s eat.”
Mrs. Hasson and some of the other player’s moms began uncovering all the food laid out on a long table at the edge of the gazebo. Most of the guys wasted no time joining the line. But Cam and Asher came over to us. “You’ve been holding out on us, Hails,” Ash said.
“You saw them yesterday.”
“No, I saw the mess Thatcher made.” I winced at the mention of his name. “You’re super talented and I don’t know about these two goons, but I’ll be hanging mine above my bed.”
“Thanks, I think,” she chuckled.
“Where’s Fee?” he asked.
“She’s hmm,” Hailee’s eyes flicked to mine, “around.”
Code for: she didn’t know if she should come over here.
My chest tightened.
“Are you hungry?” Cam asked her.
“I could eat.” Hailee blushed, and I groaned.
“Seriously, can you two at least pretend to be talking about food.” Shouldering past him, I headed for the line, only to be intercepted by Felicity.
“Hi,” she said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
“Hey.”
She winced at my cool tone, but shook it off maintaining eye contact. “I just wanted to say congratulations.”
“Thanks.” I went to move around her, needing to get away, but she grabbed my arm. “I was hoping we could talk, later, maybe?”
“There’s nothing to say.”
Hurt flashed across her face. “Jason, please, I came tonight for—”
“Hey, Cap, you gotta try this,” Grady yelled, and I took the opportunity to slip away. He shoved a sophomore out the way to make room for me and handed me a plate. “What was all that about?” He tipped his head to where Felicity was still standing, watching us.
“Nothing.”
“So last night was…”
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
“Doesn’t look like nothing from where I’m standing. It looks like you got yourself a stage five clinger.”
“She’s Hailee’s best friend,” I deadpanned.
“Never shit where you eat, man.” He slung his arm around my shoulder.
“It isn’t like that.”
“For you, maybe, but she’s got that look.” He glanced back again but I didn’t look, not this time. “And we both know you don’t need that shit right now.”
“Do me a favor, Grady?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
His expression fell. “Sorry, man, I’m just yanking your chain.” We moved up the lin
e, loading our plates with barbecue. “Did you decide how to deal with the Thatcher problem yet?”
Shaking my head, I glared at him. Hard.
“Shit, my bad. I’m just concerned he’s going to lure you into doing something real fucking stupid.”
“Why don’t you worry about you and leave Thatcher to me, yeah?”
“Sure, Jase, I just—”
“Let. It. Go,” I hissed.
“Whatever you say, man.” He held up his hands. “This barbecue looks good.”
“So let’s eat.”
And forget all about Felicity and Thatcher.
After everyone had stuffed their faces, we all settled down again. The clink of Coach’s fork against his glass ushered everyone into silence. I pulled at the collar of my shirt. It felt like it was getting tighter by the second, squeezing the air from my lungs and making it difficult to breathe.
“You’ve got this,” Cam mouthed at me.
“Now that you’ve all filled your bellies, I’m going to handover to Jason. Before I do though, I wanted to take this opportunity to say a few words about this young man.”
Silently groaning, I buried my face in my hands.
“Jason Ford came to me an angry, hot-headed young man. He pushed every boundary I set, broke every record before him, and worked harder than any other player I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. But with great talent comes great responsibility, and four years ago, if someone asked me if Jason had what it took to be QB One, I would have had to think about it.
“You see being quarterback requires leadership; it requires a player who understands the importance of teamwork, someone who calls the plays but might not always get the glory in the end zone. Jason had talent in spades. Still does. In fact, I’d go out on a limb and say I’ve never seen a senior player command the field the way Jason does.” His eyes landed on me and he gave me a nod of encouragement. “But talent is only part of it. If you want to go all the way, you have to keep your eye on the prize. You have to forget all the other crap off field, the rivalries and drama, the girls and parties. You have to leave all that at the door and give one hundred and ten percent every time you step out on the field. Jason isn’t perfect and he still has a way to go, but if anyone can go all the way, it’s him. Which is why I want to present Jason Ford the Rixon High School 2019 MVP and Coach’s Player of the Year Award. It has been my pleasure watching you grow into the player you are today, Son. Now you go out there and make Rixon proud.”
His compliment swirled around me, weighing heavily on my shoulders as I went to him, accepting his firm handshake and the two trophies. But Coach went one step further, pulling me into a hug. “I’m proud of you, Kid. Real damn proud. Just don’t forget where you came from when you go off and dominate the NCAA.”
“Thanks, Coach.” I stepped up to the lectern, adjusting the mic. “Hey everyone, I’m Jason.”
A few snickers rang out and Grady flipped me off.
Fucker.
“Coach asked me to say a few words, but public speaking isn’t exactly my forte. I prefer kicking ass on the field.”
The guys burst into hoots and hollers and Coach had to step in to quiet them down.
“Being QB One for the last four years has been a privilege. Football is my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. All I can ever imagine doing. And I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to work with Coach and his team.
“But Coach is right; being a Raider is more than just football, it’s family, and I love you guys like brothers. Well, most of you; the jury is still out on Mackey.” I smirked at the sophomore watching me with hunger in his eyes. Hunger I remembered. He wanted to be me one day. To be standing here addressing his teammates, his brothers. But he was too distracted by the girls and parties and the god-like worship we received every time we walked the halls at school.
“Coach talked a lot about sacrifices.” My eyes found Felicity. “But when you want something bad enough, when it’s all you can see, there isn’t any price too high to pay. Mark my words Raiders, one day, it’ll be my name in the Hall of Fame. One day, you’ll all get to say you knew an NFL legend.”
It sounded arrogant; a pipe dream that might never come true. But I didn’t work in what ifs and maybes, I worked in hard facts. And I was going all the way.
No matter the sacrifice.
“Here he is, the man of the hour.” Dad grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into his side. “We’re proud of you, Son, real damn proud.”
I smiled tightly at the group of men gathered around my old man.
“Must be something, Kent, watching your kid follow in your footsteps.”
“It’s something all right.” His hand tightened. “The question is though, does he have what it takes to go all the way?” It came out lighthearted but I didn’t miss the lingering bitterness.
“Coach seems to think so, and I for one, am rooting for you, Jason.” Grady’s dad chimed in, tipping his beer in my direction. I gave him a small nod of appreciation.
“He just needs to learn to rein in his emotions. Take tonight for example...”
I tuned out, my teeth grinding behind my lips. I didn’t want to hear about how I messed up or how I threw away the team’s perfect season.
“Excuse me,” I said, shucking out of his grip. “But tonight is supposed to be a celebration, so I’m going to do just that, celebrate.” Stalking away, I didn’t expect to hear him call my name.
“Jason.” I turned slowly, narrowing my eyes on my old man. “I was just shooting the shit with the guys, you know how it is.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
“You’re annoyed.”
“I’m not annoyed, I’m just... It doesn’t matter.” I let out an exasperated breath.
“I think it does.” His audience had dispersed, leaving the two of us and a boat load of shit I didn’t want to deal with.
“You know,” he stepped closer, hands jammed deep in his pockets, “I remember what it was like to be young. To have the world at your feet. To think you’re invincible.” Pain flashed in his eyes. “But we’re all human, Jason. We all make mistakes.”
“You are such a fucking hypocrite,” I spat the words. “Standing up there tonight to talk about sacrifice and dedication and what it means to be a team.”
“Watch your tone, Son,” he said coolly, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard me. Because God forbid someone actually saw the real us, the father and son behind the fake smiles and state records. “I know you’re still upset over me and Denise—”
“Upset? Is that what you think? That I’m upset about you and Denise?” Bitter laughter rumbled in my chest. “I’m not upset about you and Denise; you two deserve each other. You have no fucking idea what it’s been like growing up in your shadow, a man respected and revered by an entire town. Knowing that without you, I probably wouldn’t be where I am today, but at the same time, knowing I’m who I am because of you. Cold. Callous... Cruel.”
“Jason, I—”
“Save it, Dad,” I ground out. “You have everything you need now, right? You have Denise and a son you can live vicariously through. And me? I’ve got football. At least I know the game will never disappoint me.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Felicity
“Have you seen Jason?” were the first words out of Hailee’s mouth as she hurried over to us.
“No, we’ve been here the whole time,” Asher said.
“Crap, he and his dad got into it and Jason stormed off. He looked pretty pissed. I was going to go after him but someone stopped me to talk about the paintings.”
“Fuck,” Cam grumbled, pulling Hailee onto his lap. “This is the last thing we need.”
“You should go after him,” Asher said to me while I obsessed over how his best friend held my best friend. Intimately. Tenderly. As if she was the most precious thing in the whole world.
“I don’t know,” I said, dejection crawling up my throat like a cockroach, “he
didn’t seem pleased to see me earlier.” In fact he’d acted like seeing me was the last thing he wanted. “Maybe I should just leave.”
“Ride or die, remember?” Hailee said, her eyes pleading with me. “At least try to talk to him. He looked really upset.”
My heart ached for Jason and I wanted to go after him, I did, but I wasn’t sure my heart would survive another rejection.
“He needs you, Fee.” Asher gave me a half-smile. “Besides, if you don’t go after him, one of us has to and I’m sure he’d rather see a pretty face than Cam’s ugly mug.”
“Fine, I’ll go.” I stood up. “Any ideas where I should try to look?” Coach Hasson’s place was like a maze.
“Try the boat shed or down by the river.”
“Okay, wish me luck.”
The three of them smiled. “Good luck,” Hailee said. “And don’t take no for an answer.”
On shaky legs, I crossed the Hasson’s yard, taking the path away from the main patio down to the river. It was dark out, nothing but the silvery hue of the moon lighting the way.
“Jason?” I whisper-hissed. “Are you down here?”
Met with nothing but silence, I kept walking, bypassing the boat shed. There was no one down here. I dropped down onto a rickety bench, watching the river shimmer and dance in the distance.
All night Jason had avoided me. But despite his cold shoulder, Hailee was right. I needed closure. I needed to know once and for all where I stood. Whether I’d dreamed up the growing connection between us. Because I knew what I felt, and Jason liked me. He just didn’t know how to handle it.
The seconds ticked by, the air like cold fingers ghosting over my face and neck. Shucking into my jacket, I stood up, ready to admit defeat and return to my friends when I heard a rustle. “Jason?” I called.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” he said from the shadows. I stepped closer, the sliver of moonlight bouncing off his hard profile, making him look even more intimidating than usual.
