Ruin .(69)

    Gabe grabbed my hand and walked me to our seats. Wes had secured seats for us really close to the field so we could see the players. We were still in the student section, but it was better than nothing.

    “There he is!” Lisa screamed and pointed at the field as Wes threw a football back and forth with some other guy.

    “Good Lord, you’ve done good with that man.” Lisa shook her head and whistled. “He’s freaking gorgeous. Tell me what he kisses like, please, Kiersten! I beg you!” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me against her.

    “And I think I’m going to sit between you guys.” Gabe moved to sit in the middle while Lisa stuck out her tongue.

    “Pardon my cousin.” Gabe sighed. “She’s been single for way too long.”

    “Wonder who’s fault that is,” she sang.

    “Protecting your reputation,” he fired back.

    I laughed and patted Gabe’s arm. “Thanks for making me wear the shirt.”

    Gabe gave a jerky nod and pointed at Wes. “Look, he’s watching us. Hurry and stand so he can see your shirt.”

    I stood and pointed at the middle of my shirt where there were hearts and his number.

    He probably should have told the guy he was playing catch with that he wasn’t paying attention because the football hit him in the chest.

    “Epic.” Gabe laughed. “Do yourself a favor, Kiersten, just sit throughout the entire game. Wouldn’t want him getting a concussion.”

    I bit my lip to keep from smiling like a lunatic — it didn’t work. I was gone, done for, I was his. And I wanted everyone to know it.

    The announcer came on the loud speaker as the players lined up.

    By the time the color guard played the National Anthem I was an absolute nervous wreck. I’d picked off every last bit of my nail polish and was starting in on biting the nails completely off, when Gabe grabbed my right hand and put it under his leg so he was sitting on it.

    “Seriously, you’re making me nervous and I have to stay sober tonight, so for the love of God stop fidgeting!” He glared.

    “Fine.” I took a few deep breaths and concentrated on the players as they ran out onto the field. I knew football. I mean, not super well, but I knew enough to know what was going on. The team kicked, they returned, and then when it was time for the offense to go out, Wes would run out, get some plays done and win the game. End of story.

    The team kicked and with that my heart soared. How was I ever going to make it through more than one game with Wes playing out there? My hand fidgeted under Gabe’s leg.

    He swore and reached into his pocket and thrust a stick of gum in my face. “Chew. It’ll help, promise.”

    I greedily took the gum and began chewing like my life depended on it.

    “Right.” Gabe took my trash. “Try not to bite your tongue off. Wes will never forgive me if you aren’t in shape for kissing.”

    I elbowed him but didn’t take my eyes off the game. The offense ran out. Wes turned quickly and waved in my direction.

    He was fine. He looked fine. Everything was going to be fine.





    Chapter Thirty-Nine





    I knew something was wrong when the vision blurred in my right eye. I shook it off and pressed on. I had to win. For some reason I was envisioning the game as my battle with cancer; if I lost, I lost everything. I had to win. I had to.





    Weston

    I shook my head again, the blurriness cleared from my eyes. The medication was causing way more side effects than I imagined. I met the guys in the huddle and called the play. It was a trick play, one that was kind of risky for the beginning of a game, but we wanted to throw the Cougars off. Damn, I hated the Cougars, all Huskies did. I even hated their colors.

    “Ready? Break!” I ran to the center and called, “Red twenty-nine, left, Red twenty-nine left, hut, hut!”

    The football sailed into my hands. I dropped back as if I was throwing long, and then did a fake throw to the right, while running to the left. Tony blocked ahead of me, five yards… ten… fifteen. A lineman tried grabbing my ankle, but I jumped over him and ran all the way to the twenty yard line.

    “Good run!” Tony slapped my back. My vision blurred, this time it stayed. Shit and double shit. I tried shaking my head, but it wouldn’t clear. I could see figures but they were blurry. Everything was blurry, but I could still see the ball, and my breathing was normal. I was going to keep playing. I had to.