Matchmaker - Chapter 1
Thursday
I blew my whistle as Jefferson kicked the ball…
nowhere near the uprights. The football flew way left and into the parking lot, hitting the top of the principal’s car, setting off a blaring alarm.
I cringed. Back when I used to be on the Empire High football team, our kicker was terrible and we still won all the time.
But Jefferson’s ineptitude was on a whole different level.
He hadn’t made a single field goal yet. Not even during practice.
I knew we were only a few weeks into the season, but I’d already heard the whispers that Jefferson was going to be the worst kicker in the history of Empire High.
I wanted to prove those whispers wrong, though.
Jefferson deserved a fair shot, just like everyone else on the team.
I blew my whistle again. “Everybody in!” I waved the team over.
They were all out of breath, and to me that meant we’d had a good practice.
We weren’t supposed to be done for another half hour.
But we were ready for tomorrow’s game, despite Jefferson being better at hitting cars than doing anything useful on the field.
If I cut the team a break today, they’d work that much harder when I needed them to.
Besides, I needed to have time to shower before heading over to Penny’s. I knew it was inappropriate to hang out with her. Especially one on one. But I didn’t really care about the consequences. All I knew was that being alone with her sure as hell beat going back to my empty place.
I realized the whole team was staring at me while I daydreamed about being alone with the one woman in this city that I couldn’t be with. I cleared my throat. “Okay, let’s do sprints,” I said.
There were a few groans.
“Come on,” the captain, Smith, said as he pulled off his helmet. He was still catching his breath from the last drill. “We’re going to be too tired to play in the game.”
I laughed. “I’m just kidding. Let’s call it an early day. That is…if you think we’re going to win tomorrow?”
“Of course we’re going to win,” Smith said. “With me as the quarterback it won’t even matter that we can’t make a single field goal.”
A few players snickered.
I glanced over at Jefferson. Everyone was literally standing a few feet away from him right now.
Like he had some kind of contagious disease.
Jefferson was the only freshman on the varsity team.
He was also a scholarship student. The combination of the two would have been bad enough.
But his terrible kicking made it even worse.
“We can’t win unless we all show up. And nice try, Jefferson,” I added.
“A few more practices and I’m sure you’ll be knocking them through from 50 yards out.
” Hopefully. I had a soft spot in my heart for scholarship students.
And I wanted the team to accept him. I knew he’d been having a hard time at school because a few kids on the team had laughed at him just for walking onto the field for tryouts.
And Smith swore it was an accident, but a ball had been thrown right at the back of Jefferson’s head when he went to try his first kick.
I gave him a spot on the team because I wanted to help.
I was hoping that despite the fact that he was scrawny, he’d magically have a golden foot.
I was wrong. And I was pretty sure being on the team was just making his social life worse.
Jefferson pushed his glasses up. The kid was beaming.
“Go Eagles on three.” I put my hand out and they all threw theirs in too.
“One, two, three…Go Eagles!” we all yelled at the top of our lungs.
The team dispersed. But Jefferson hung back. “Coach Caldwell?”
Hearing the students call me that still seemed weird.
I had started volunteering as the assistant coach several years back.
And when Coach Carter retired last year, the head coach position had landed in my lap.
I’d almost turned it down. But now I was glad I hadn’t.
Coaching these kids was always the highlight of my day.
It wasn’t like I had much else going on. “What’s up, Jefferson?”
“My mom wanted to know if she could bring some snacks for tomorrow’s game? She noticed that there haven’t been any at the last couple games. And that maybe everyone would like them?”
I smiled. I remembered when I played youth football and all the parents used to bring snacks and juice boxes.
It wasn’t standard practice for our games at Empire High.
But I didn’t blame Jefferson or his mom for not knowing that.
I was pretty sure they were more used to attending chess club than sporting events.
And honestly, what could some snacks hurt?
Surely the other players would like that.
Maybe it would help. Although the combination of being a scholarship student at this prestigious school and being the only freshman on the team was an uphill battle.
In a few weeks the students would have to accept him though.
All it was going to take was him kicking a last second field goal to make everyone rally around him.
I just needed to figure out a way to make him stop hitting cars. “Sure, that sounds great.”
“What’s your favorite snack?” he asked.
“Oh…um…”
“I think my mom kind of wanted to thank you for letting me join the team. It was her idea for me to try out, but I never thought I’d make it.” His glasses slid down his nose when he spoke and he quickly shoved them back up.
“I see a lot of potential in you. That’s why you’re on the team.” I slapped him on the back.
He smiled even though he lost his footing a bit.
“I’m sure the whole team will love whatever you bring. And I’ll eat anything.” With how much I worked out, any extra calories wouldn’t be an issue. Another result of having too much time on my hands. Work. Coach. Exercise. Rinse and repeat.
“Okay. Thanks, Coach Caldwell. See you tomorrow!” He hurried off, nearly tripping over his own feet as he went.
I shook my head and grabbed the footballs that were left on the field.
I shoved them into the equipment bag as I wondered about what else I could do to help Jefferson fit in.
More encouragement might just make the other players resent him.
Some kind of party, maybe? I shook my head.
That was probably overstepping a bit. Hopefully Jefferson’s mom would bring something to the game that would make everyone suddenly love him.
My mom won people over with her cooking all the time.
My stomach growled just thinking about a home cooked meal.
Takeout every night was getting a little old.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I finished zipping the equipment bag. It was a text from Penny:
“Are you still coming over?”
I smiled to myself and texted her back. “Is this you begging?”
My phone buzzed almost immediately. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Matt. I’m checking in because you keep canceling on me at the last minute. I don’t want to sit here like an idiot all alone on the couch again. I don’t like being stood up.”
I pictured Penny sitting on the couch, looking not at all like an idiot.
She couldn’t look bad if she tried. She was beautiful.
Intoxicating. She was a breath of fresh air in this city.
And just texting her stirred something inside of me.
Her unruly red hair was just begging to be wrapped around my fist. Her plump lips begging to be kissed.
The last few times we’d hung out, she’d worn these little shorts that showed off just a glimpse of the bottom of her perfect ass.
I didn’t want her to be alone on a couch.
I wanted to be on top of her on that couch.
And I was pretty sure I was going to hell. Because Penny wasn’t mine to be thinking of. She was James’ wife. I shouldn’t have been thinking about fucking anyone’s wife, let alone one of my best friends’. Something was seriously wrong with me.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. “Maybe we should do it a different night,” I texted back.
“Please, Matt. James is working late tonight so he won’t be home for a few hours. It gives us plenty of time.”
I was pretty sure she didn’t even realize how suggestive that sounded. Or…had she made it sound suggestive on purpose? For just a second I let myself think that she desperately wanted me too. Stop.
Penny was fun. And kind. And sweet. And yes, beautiful. But I knew I wasn’t actually in love with her or anything crazy like that. My friends teased me about it. But they were all joking. Because they knew the truth. My heart was too cold for love.
I looked up at the stands. Sometimes during the games, I’d look up there.
And if I squinted and let the cheering faces blur together, it was like I could make out Brooklyn in the crowd.
My high school girlfriend. My fiancée. My everything.
Something about being in this stadium brought her back.
Like I could just reach out and touch her.
The familiar sounds of helmets clashing and the smell of freshly cut grass made it seem like Brooklyn was here with me.
Smiling and cheering. Alive. Happy. Mine.
Frozen in time. Always frozen in time at 16.
I closed my eyes. I lost the love of my life when I was a student at Empire High.
And I was just pissed that James had gotten the life I always wanted. It almost felt like he had taken it from me. I thought that feeling would fade over the years. But it hadn’t. James had everything.
I opened my eyes and stared at the empty stands.
And I had nothing.
My phone buzzed again and I looked at Penny’s new text.
“Is it because you’re worried I’ll tell someone? I promised you I wouldn’t. It can be our little secret. I promise, Matt.”
Yeah, she had no idea how suggestive she sounded.
Our little secret? It felt like there was a knife twisting in my chest. It reminded me of the times that I had treated Brooklyn like a dirty little secret right here at this school.
She’d been a scholarship student, just like Jefferson.
She hadn’t belonged in my world. I’d forced her into it. And now? Now she was gone.
The cool autumn breeze blew and I felt a chill run down my spine.
I loved the fall just as much as I hated it.
Brooklyn and I had shared one season together.
I’d met her in the fall and she’d passed away before the seasons changed.
All I knew was her in the autumn. So I loved the fall because it reminded me of her.
But I also hated it because it reminded me of losing her.
So I kept myself preoccupied with coaching. Or maybe a part of me was just stuck here at Empire High. Frozen in time. Everyone else had moved on with their lives, but I couldn’t.
I looked back down at my phone. I’d always be stuck here. But Penny knew how to make me feel better, at least for one night. She reminded me of Brooklyn more than anyone else ever had. And tonight, I just needed someone to raise my spirits before I went home alone.
I texted her back as I made my way to the parking lot.
The principal’s car alarm was still blaring.
And there was a little dent on the hood.
I hurried past it, hoping no one would make the connection that it was Jefferson who had caused the damage.
I didn’t need anyone else telling me to cut him from the team. “Okay, I’m coming over now.”
“Yes! I can’t wait! This is going to be so much fun. You have no idea how long I’ve been looking forward to this. Get your butt over here.”
Suggestive as hell. Now I was thinking about her ass. Stop it. I shoved the equipment bag into the back of my car and slammed the door.
I looked back at the stadium once more and took a deep breath. It had been 16 years since Brooklyn died. But I couldn’t seem to move on. How could I? I’d promised her forever. And I wasn’t a liar.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. That’s what she’d called me right before she died. A liar. If I could go back, I’d do everything differently. But there was no going back. There were no do-overs. I’d fucked up. I’d fucked everything up.
Another text came through. “This is going to be the best night ever!”
No. It wasn’t. But being with Penny would help.
She’d distract me for the night. She’d make me forget.
Because she was one of the only people in my life that didn’t know about Brooklyn.
She was the only person who didn’t look at me like I was broken.
And I didn’t care that she was James’ wife. I needed her.