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Chapter 4 : Traitor

Penulis: Cate Mattison
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-09-11 14:04:16

*Asher*

I can’t help but stare at the young woman as she walks away from me. I’m usually not taken with many people’s beauty. It’s a habit I’ve clung to for many years after past relationships tore me down. However, those deep blue eyes and her dimples are impossible to miss. I don’t know the last time I saw someone with genuine dimples, which is wild.

A plate clatters somewhere in the tavern, and my mind returns to its original thought. Is this woman not at all impressed with the accolades we’ve accomplished? We’ve won four championships since I joined the team. I’m a three-time MVP. I’m a famous and adored quarterback.

That’s astounding to me. I don’t always like girls who gawk when I’m nearby. But not even being an Ozarks fan? That, to me, is amusing, and a smile slips onto my face. She may tease and call us nemeses, but that doesn’t automatically make us real enemies.

My thoughts are interrupted as the door to the entrance of the building swings open. In the doorway stands a beautiful stranger. But it takes me only a moment to recognize her for who she truly is.

The singer from last night is walking into the tavern with sunglasses on. Holy shit, I can’t believe my luck!

Before I realize what I’m doing, I quickly stand up and make myself known in the bar.

“There she is!” I mutter to Mark.

“Oh, thank God,” he groans.

The woman must know I’m standing to see her because she pulls down her sunglasses so I can see the tops of her eyes, and a smile appears on her cherry-red lips.

“Hi there,” I manage to say when the woman has made her way to our table. “You don’t know how much I’ve been dying to meet you.”

The woman removes her sunglasses, placing them on her glossy-haired head. “Oh?”

“I saw you sing last night. At the honky-tonk bar? I tried to find you afterward. I just had to say you were outstanding up there on that stage. I’m a huge fan.”

The woman gives me a half smile. “And I’m a huge fan of you, too. I cannot believe Asher Slater is telling me that he thinks I’m talented.”

I reach out my hand to shake hers, the feeling in my stomach from the night before clenching tight. “So, you’re an Ozarks fan?”

“Uh, duh, of course I am. You’re famous. Asher Slater is one of the youngest and most successful AFA players ever. I’d be an idiot not to be a fan.”

“Well, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She grasps my hand in return.

“Camila Monroe, rising star,” she breathes, her handshake tight.

“And I’m Mark, lover boy’s best friend.”

I groan at his words but keep a smile plastered.

“Say, Mr. Football Star, let’s go out. I’d love to learn what a guy like you does for fun off the field.”

I love the way she breezily captures my attention, even going so far as to be the one to make the first move. I feel my tongue get stuck inside my mouth, and it takes me a full five seconds to realize I haven’t even answered her.

“Yeah, absolutely, I’d love that.”

Camila smirks. “Great. There’s this steakhouse down the street; it’s supposed to be unequivocally fabulous. Meet me there tonight at seven. I’ll be the one with the red dress.”

She winks at me before she pulls up her sunglasses. How can I not go out with her? That angelic voice that hasn’t left my brain for the past day; it still sings in my ears as I watch her twirl around. “I’ll see you there, stud,” she remarks, waving a hand over her head as she makes her way to the bar.

I can’t even believe what’s just happened to me.

“Sit down, fool, you’re drooling all over the floor,” Mark snaps, getting my attention. He reaches out and grabs my t-shirt before pulling me into my booth.

“Did you hear that?” I sound breathless. “She asked me out. Dude, I can’t even believe it.”

“What’s so hard to believe? That an attractive girl you like wouldn’t want to go on a date with the famous Asher Slater?” Mark rolls his eyes.

“No, it’s just…Mark, her voice. I have to know more about her. I can’t explain it, really. There’s just something about her, something mysterious and kind that I felt in her performance last night.”

My best friend snorts. “You’re ridiculous, Romeo.”

Before I can answer, the waitress returns, dropping our meals in front of us with a loud CLANG. She seems much stiffer than she did not five minutes ago. I don’t understand, what’s she so angry about?

Is it because she’s a Shoreman fan? I can’t imagine she’d care so much as to be angry that two football players from the rivals would piss her off so much. AJ’s never acted that way towards me, especially since he’s paid to be part of our biggest competition. But no one’s ever really given me the cold look I see on Ophelia’s face.

Her hostility comes off her in waves. She doesn’t scream or shout, and she’s not even saying anything rude. But the bite in her voice comes when she says, “Anything else?”

Unable to respond with words, I shake my head as Mark digs into his sandwich. She turns and stalks away hurriedly, leaving me to furrow my eyebrows at her departure.

“How is it that you’ve met two attractive women in the span of ten minutes?” Mark asks with a full bite of food in his mouth. “Honestly, man, you just wake up in the morning, and suddenly, you’re surrounded by sexy women!”

I groan. “Mark, stop.” I take a bite of my own sandwich. “Obviously, the waitress isn’t interested in me. I mean, she hates the Ozarks; she clearly didn’t want to talk to us again. And did you feel her energy? I swear she has so much rage inside her she could explode.”

He shrugs. “So? When’s that stopped you before? She’s hot. You should ask her out.”

“Did you not JUST hear me say she’s clearly not attracted to me?” I shook my head, taking a sip of my drink. “Besides, you were there last night. Camila’s voice just…it makes me feel a way I can’t describe.”

“I’m going to ask you one more time to shut up about her voice. There’s more to women than the voice they use to screech, yell, or sing at you. Like, how good in bed is she? How well does she really know the sport that everyone pretends to know? Is she a good cook?”

I drop my food onto the plate, disbelief crossing my mind. “You’re kidding, right? Like, seriously kidding? It’s the twenty-first century, Mark. Women aren’t just around to feed and fuck you.”

“Yeah, I know. I was kidding, dumbass.” Mark rolls his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry, it’s just fun to mess with you. I’m happy you have a potential new girlfriend. I mean, anyone’s better than Courtney ever was.”

Courtney Roberts. I haven’t thought about her in a while. It’s weird having her name come up after so much time has passed. I still feel the anxiety and anger filling me as I allow myself just one moment to remember her.

“Courtney destroyed me. You know this.”

“Which is why I’m glad you’re finally over her.”

“I’ve been over her for a long time.”

“Yet Camila is the first girl you’ve actually given a second of your time to.”

“Mark, it’s not that simple. Courtney ruined my reputation. All those years of trying to prove to the world that I’m like my dad and brother. All the years of people trying to knock me down a peg. Courtney knew she could hurt me, and she did. Okay?”

“I was there, bro,” Mark points out. “I remember. She’s a bitch. I completely get your resentment towards her, okay?”

I shake my head. “It’s not just resentment. She took the guy I was trying to prove I am and made me into a playboy, and I can’t escape that.”

“I still don’t understand why being a playboy is bad? It just makes you more desirable.”

“I don’t want to be labeled something I’m not!” I hiss. “I want people to know who I ACTUALLY am, not just someone that Courtney made up to the world.”

Grabbing a napkin, Mark wipes his face. “And I’m sympathetic towards your struggles, man. Like I said, I’m just glad you’re finally over her. You can hate her for as long as you want, but if you continue to think about her, she’s winning. You gotta stop giving her all the power.”

He’s right, and I know it. Courtney makes my blood boil in anger, but I don’t miss how she manipulated our narrative. I’ve never wanted people to think I’m some playboy type. But when people talk about Asher Slater, the Ozarks quarterback, they always have to call me the playboy.

“Playboy Quarterback Asher Slater for the Ozarks won the game today in the final seconds of the fourth quarter.”

I saw that announcement online today. I can’t just be me; I have to live under my family’s shadow and the lies of being a player.

I glance over at Ophelia, who’s talking at another table with her lips curled up to a smile. I wonder if that’s why she grew sour toward us—that she remembers the headlines and thinks all I’m good for is hurting other women.

I must remind myself that I don’t know her, just like she doesn’t know me. There’s no use in trying to change her mind. She’s just someone I’ll never meet again. Why should I work towards having her see me how I wish people would?

Besides, Camila and I are going out tonight. I can learn more about her.

I feel something twisting in my stomach when her name comes to mind. Camila. It’s a beautiful name for someone with such a perfect voice. I can imagine our date going long into the night, where we laugh and talk about anything other than football, where I can finally speak to a woman who doesn’t stare at me like I’ll just use her.

A night where we may end up beginning to fall in love.

These fantasies have never been shared with Mark, even once. I know he’ll laugh and make fun. He’s a great guy, but he’ll never stop being his blunt self, even when I do fall in love. It’s no matter.

I only want to think about Camila in her red dress, waiting for me at the restaurant, and to get to know the woman behind the perfect voice.

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 5 : That's What Friends Are For

    *Ophelia*After dropping some plates in the kitchen sink, I grab a towel to wipe my hands, growling at what I saw once again. Fuck! Every time my brain wanders for a second, I see Camila entering the tavern. And then hearing the quarterback talk about how much he loves her voice?“What the hell was that?” I hear from the entrance to the kitchen. Skylar storms in, grabbing me by my wrist. “Are you absolutely insane?”I shake my head. “What are you talking about?”Skylar waves her arms emphatically in the air. “Um? Hello? The sexy football quarterback that's sitting out there? Asher Slater?! The one that just asked you out?”“What about him?” I question, pulling my wrist back from her grasp. “He's sexy as fuck! Every woman in the world with half a brain can see what a catch Asher is. And he was talking to you, smiling at you! I saw him, you can't hide that, O.”I shrug. I can't tell Skylar the truth. So instead, I end up mumbling, “He's just some playboy jock.”“Do I need to rem

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 6 : Not What it Seems

    *Asher*As promised, Camila Monroe is wearing her gorgeous red dress as she stands outside the restaurant. The steakhouse, oddly named Big Steaks, has a neon red light surrounding each letter above the door.“There he is,” Camila croons as she makes eye contact. “My my, Mr. Slater, you clean up nice.”I didn’t know what to wear and didn’t have anything elegant with me. Mark, with no interest in shopping, went to the arcade next to the mall. I rushed in, and without going overboard, I decided a nice jacket would suffice. Paired with a white T-shirt and jeans I’d already brought with me, I added a new pair of dress shoes.It’s rare that I find myself nervous in front of someone so talented. But I break into a large grin, looking forward to my date with Camila and giving myself a break from my annoying memories of Courtney.My mouth is still dry, so Camila huffs out a quiet laugh. “Seems like someone’s a bit smitten.”Instead of answering, I open the door to Big Steaks, and Camila n

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 7 : Lose It All

    *Ophelia*I keep pushing Jake down the street until we’re out of Asher’s sight. Sighing, I bend over to catch my breath, my heart screaming inside my chest from the close call we just encountered.“What the fuck was all that?” Jake asks, breaking the silence between us. “Why did you just lie to the dude?”I look up. “The ‘dude’ in question is a person in the spotlight, Jake. He doesn’t need to know my personal business.”“But you could tell me,” he challenges. “You just stood there and sang in front of me, and then all of a sudden, you shut down and start lying about your voice? Like, what’s to lie about?”I feel myself cracking, but I try to stand my ground. “You wouldn’t understand, Jake. It’s no big deal.”He turns and looks back to where we came from. “Is he harassing you?” He returns his gaze to me. “Did he touch you?”“What?” I nearly shout. “How the hell did you jump to that as a conclusion?”“Because you just ran away from him and lied about singing, when none of that a

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 8 : Hard to Explain

    *Asher*I pull into Country Corner just after nine at night. I’m exhausted, but I knew I couldn’t pass this up. A few days ago after returning home, I got a text from Camila. She invited me to come to the honky-tonk, and she had a special surprise for me.She told me to come back today after practice. I’ve got a game in a few days, so I can’t stay long this time, but I can’t miss out on hearing her sing. Something about Camila hasn’t sat right with me in days, and I haven’t been honest with anyone about it, including Mark. I know it’s got something to do with her not wanting to sing on our date, but that’s all I’ve got.I step out of my truck and wipe my forehead. I haven’t stopped sweating, even when practice ended hours ago. But I had no time to do more than rinse off in the showers after practice, before changing and jumping on the highway. Mark had teased me the past few days, asking me how things had been with Camila. I changed the subject, asking how the rest of his mini vac

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 9 : I Want to Break Free

    *Ophelia*When I walk into Touchdown Tavern the next day, my best friend tackles me. Her face is red, and she’s talking so fast I’m afraid she’ll run out of air.“Sky, slow down, I can’t understand you when you’re like this!”Skylar bends down, her hands on her thighs, as she seemingly catches her breath. It takes a minute, but then she stands straight again. She whips out her phone to show me whatever it is she’s trying to get across to me.“Camila! Someone filmed her the other night with an older guy!”Shock overcoming me, my eyes widening, I look down at Skylar’s phone. It’s clear that it’s Camila, and she’s leaning over at a bar with a much older man. The woman is talking to him, running her fingers up his arm and batting her eyelashes. It’s impossible to hear what she’s saying, but it certainly looks like flirting to me.It’s a shaky video, but it’s clear who the main subject is. After all, her red hair and signature red lips are the most prominent of features on display. An

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 10 : Now or Never

    *Ophelia*“Are you FUCKING serious, Camila?!” I screech, banging open the door to her dressing room, phone in hand, on the verge of exploding. If flames could logistically come shooting out of my ears, I know that there’d be a fire in no time. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little hospital visit?”Camila sits in her chair, her makeup brush in hand as she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn’t even bother turning to face me; instead, she makes eye contact with me through the damn glass. “Whatever do you mean, Ophelia?”Her fake innocent act adds to the fire in me, my blood beginning to boil. I grab the bitch’s chair and spin her around to face me, not giving her a chance to go ANYWHERE. “First, you start spreading these horrid lies about me, making it look like I’m trying to take you down a notch? Then I have to find out from the hospital you’ve been trying to make my mother worse?”She shakes her head, but the smile doesn’t break. “And what makes you so sure th

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 11 : Too Late

    *Ophelia*I can hardly believe what’s happening right now. The entire plaza is watching ME. I don’t even care if the music isn’t blasting along with the track. My heels glide across the stage to take me to where Camila stands front and center. It’s terrifying and invigorating at the same time.Asher grins at me from the side of the stage, his smile plastered across his whole face. He’s here, and I know he’s cheering me on. Camila opens her mouth and a screech unlike any other I’ve heard before starts. Is this what Camila thinks singing is? Does she think she’s a singer?Asher and I cover our ears, followed by a couple of crowd members. It sounds like a dying animal shouting into the microphone. God, I didn’t think someone could be THIS bad at finding a note. “Nope, no, you need to stop,” Asher says, reaching out and taking the microphone. “You’re going to make us all deaf before you get to the chorus!”“I wasn’t finished!” Camila demands.He shakes his head, and the platinum

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 12 : If The Boot Fits

    *Asher*Ophelia texts me a few days later. She wanted to handle our plans for the date. “I’m not letting you wine and dine me; that’s not who I am,” she had said to me on the phone. “If we’re going on a date, I’m making the plans.”I have no issue with this. The fact she’s giving me a chance is all I’d wanted. Our game against the Chefs was a beatdown. We were on our game. Mark and I couldn’t help but scream in celebration after the fourth quarter ended. 35-3 was our final score. So, two games down, and the rest of the season to go.As I’m traveling back to Nashville from Arkansas, I talk on the phone to AJ, whose team also won this week. “How is it you end up in a situation in which ghost-singing is involved?” he inquires. I turn on my blinker, almost to Ophelia’s place. “You ask the question, but I still don’t have an answer. But I’ve got to record her voice sometime, and you have to hear her.”“All I’m hearing is you just landed yourself in a Cinderella story,” my brother te

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  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 60 : Superbloom

    *Ophelia*The screaming patrons of the concert hall cause the backstage area to rumble under my feet. That, mixed with my nerves, has me quivering. All my work has brought me to this moment. But I can’t help the ache in my heart not having Asher here but know there’s no time to wallow. Tomorrow is the championship game, and the team can’t go anywhere, even if they want to.I take in a deep breath, shuddering as it exits my lungs. I shake out my hands next and start pacing back and forth.“You okay, Ophelia?” Daphne appears by my side, her phone in hand as always. She’s dressed in a t-shirt with my name printed across it and a pair of jeans, with a blazer thrown on over the ensemble.She reminds me of Carolanne, and I’ve dubbed her my older sister. She’s been so attentive, helpful, and even kind to me. I’ve cherished her advice and compassion, so I know I can share my anxieties.“I’m nervous as hell, Daph. I don’t need to be. I’ve been rehearsing for months and know nothing impedes

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 59 : Anti-Hero

    *Asher*“Oh, that’s nothing.” Ophelia declares this so nonchalantly that I hesitate a moment. My phone is blowing up with notifications that have tagged us both. But these aren’t standard messages people are sending. There are threats, violent thoughts, and desires. I don’t normally interact with my social media accounts. This, though, is much different.“No,” I slowly start. “Nothing is someone just saying they don’t like you. These messages aren’t nothing, Ophelia.”“It’s been happening for months, Asher. I’ve just turned off all my social media notifications.”I rear back like I’ve been stabbed. “MONTHS?!”She nods, shrugging like she’s just misremembered something that isn’t important. “Yeah, I just figure people hate me because I’m dragging your image down or something? I didn’t tell anyone, though. You have enough stress on your plate; I didn’t want to add this, too.”I can’t help but laugh at her wanting to protect me. Hasn’t she realized I’d do anything for her? “My love,

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 58 : The Grudge

    *Ophelia*“Ophelia! ‘Lose It All’ is number three on the charts this week!” My new manager, Daphne McKenna, calls through the studio, excitedly running up to me. She shows me her phone, and I pull the headphones from my head to around my neck.“Holy shit!” I squeal, jumping up and down in my seat. “This is insane!”“They love you, Ophelia!” David says, coming in with a bottle of champagne. “And we’re immensely proud of you.”The interns and other workers enter the studio, handing David a towel to open the bottle without risking the equipment.“Thank you, guys, really. David, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without your support. Daphne, thank you for taking on my baggage load in such a short time. I’m so happy to have you here with us. And thank you to everyone else for all your hard work and dedication. But thank you for believing in me.”The bottle goes POP! as everyone cheers, pouring alcohol into paper cups and cheering about the room.It finally feels like I’ve e

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 57 : Missing Piece

    *Asher*November comes and goes, and we’re staring down the barrel of Christmas and the New Year. Celebrating Thanksgiving with Ophelia in attendance was some of the most fun I’ve had in years. Per tradition, the Slater family plays football out in the yard while the turkey cooks. It’s nothing more than a friendly, silly time where no score is kept, and no one plays by the official rules.Ophelia initially wasn’t interested. “I like to watch sports, not play them,” she’d teased. But then, Payton and Renee asked to join in, and her entire attitude changed. “Alright, fine! If your nieces are gonna play, then count me in.” It had been a few months since she met the girls, and neither remembered my girlfriend. But it soon didn’t matter because they were busy trying to run the ball down the yard.AJ even came in to pick up Renee, carrying her past everyone so that she could score. Adorably, she tried to spike the ball with both hands, but the ball just flopped to the ground.The entire

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 56 : Out Of Your Mind

    *Ophelia*I can feel Asher’s body tense, his muscles becoming predominant at the initial glance of the stocky man. As usual, his suit is too tight around his body, and as an added bonus, he’s sweating his ass off, wiping at his forehead with a handkerchief like it’s still the 1950s.“Well, well, well. Look who’s come crawling back.” Peters's voice comes out like a slithering snake. It fits perfectly with his conniving ways, and I cringe at the sound. What a bastard.“Alvin?” I inquire, taking a step forward.“Miss Lane. Have you come to your senses? Finally realized that I’ve been right all along?” It’s like he believes he is invincible in this setting, but I’m about to drop the bomb on him. I can’t wait to see his expression. I look up at Asher, who returns the glance. He raises a single eyebrow but doesn’t release the tension. I think he’s even clenching his jaw.I turn back to the pathetic excuse for a man. “You’re fired. You’re no longer my manager. If you want to address an

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 55 : Bad Reputation

    *Ophelia*“Please, tell me what happened, and don’t leave anything out.”Maria connected us with a friend who specializes in contract law. She just so happens to have a location in Los Angeles, so a few days after his game, we fly out to meet with her. Asher and I sit in her office now, staring across her desk as she asks me to recount everything that’s happened with Alvin Peters since the moment I met him at the restaurant in Nashville.Emily Faith, the lawyer, has her hair wrapped in a bun on top of her head. She could be mistaken for my mother; the color is identical. She wears a grey pantsuit with a pink-collar shirt and has a steaming cup of hot coffee on her desk. She’d offered some to the two of us, but I’ve been too jittery this morning to accept anything. Instead, we were brought two cups of water. I hold mine tight in my grasp as I force myself to breathe. Emily’s hands are folded on the table, and she looks from Asher to me. I do as she asks.“I felt…funny after taki

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 54 : Love Goes On

    *Ophelia*Asher’s parents take us all to dinner to celebrate the win of another game. It’s significantly more fun than any of the time I spent in L.A., and I think their son telling his girlfriend he’s in love with her put everyone in a much better mood after Courtney. We go to an upscale Italian place, but we are not properly dressed. Usually, this would make me nervous because I feel as though I’d stick out. But in truth, I don’t notice if people watch over us. I’m bursting with love and happiness for my person; being with his family is like a dream come true.Frank orders a bottle of champagne for the four of us, holding his glass up once we’ve all been given ours. “To my family and Asher's big win.”We clink glasses, taking sips together. I watch Asher’s face, wondering if he picked up on his father’s words and their meaning. I don’t think he was referring to football, at least.We order pizza and pasta, and the restaurant's vibe is inviting. The Slaters know the owner well,

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 53 : Because I Liked a Boy

    *Ophelia*I can hear Asher before I see him. Courtney’s standing before him all done up, but her face is scrunched up in rage, red blotches on her cheeks and down her neck. “How dare you talk to me this way! Who the hell do you think you are?”“I don’t care who you think I am. I’m in love with Ophelia, and nothing you can say will change how I feel!”I stop in my tracks, Asher’s parents both running into me. I can’t help it. Did he just say that? Did I hear him right?“You…” I stammer out, my hand shooting up to my mouth in disbelief. Asher Slater, the quarterback, is in love? With me?My heart picks up speed, the thumping going through every inch of my body as I process the words. Asher and Courtney both jump at my single word, the two making eye contact with the three of us mere feet away. The reactions each have are vastly different. While Courtney continues to blow steam from her ears, Asher’s face relaxes, and his brown eyes tell me the truth.He loves me. In Love. With me.

  • The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback   Chapter 52 : Could Have Been Me

    *Asher*My teammates hoist me into the air as they begin to celebrate in the endzone. Holy shit, thank God we won. I almost blacked out while running that last thirty yards. All my brain could say to me was, “Don’t fuck this up.”“That’s our fucking quarterback!” Mark cheers, lifting his helmet in the air and spinning his arm around. “Asher Slater is a force to be RECKONED with!”My best friend seems to be drunk on the win, but I won’t spoil this for him. The guys all worked their asses off to get this win today. I’m still shocked by our win, but I scan the crowd before us, made up of teammates, reporters, coaches, and other football personnel. I look up at the family box that I know Ophelia’s in with my parents. I’d noticed when sitting on the bench in between my time on the field that the cameras continued showing off the three of them, enjoying the game and laughing together. Ophelia looked mortified a few times she appeared on screen, and all I wanted to do was tell her it w

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