3. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
SHYLOH
My shoulder is killing me.
“You alright, Mendoza?” Jordy Hughes asked as we approach the huddle for the final play of practice.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be fine, just sore.” I reset my mind to the final play.
“Alright, guys, let’s do I-Right 26 with Jordy. If he’s open, I’m going to him; if not, all other receivers… get open.”
We broke apart, taking our places for the final rep of practice. I checked the line, making sure that this play wouldn’t be shut down completely by the defense, but it checked out so we ran the play.
My eyes followed Conrad Stone, the top rushing defensive end in the entire league. He was so fucking fast. He was honestly the best man for the position, even if he was madly in love with Lenna, whom I had a mere crush on once but now was thankful that we’re good friends. Or at least I thought.
I couldn’t even blink my eyes fast enough before he slammed into me, sacked .
“Get the fuck off of me, Stone,” I yelled at him, but all he did was chuckle and walk away. It was like hitting the damn breath out of my lungs was fun to him. But in all honesty, it probably was.
My anger seemed to completely dissipate as I looked towards the sidelines.
“Mendoza, I’m gonna hit the showers. We can talk about that play a little more. I think it would be a big one if we could pull it off,” Jordy said, brushing down his jersey.
“Yeah. I think so too. I’ll catch ya later,” I replied.
Everyone knew that Jordy was a great teammate and an even better friend to me, but the moment I met his sister on the airplane a few weeks ago… I knew I was going to be in a whole lot of trouble.
Well, that was until Conrad Stone traded to our team, which was fucking great. And of course, Conrad and Lenna would have a past, and of course, all hopes of having Lenna as my own evaporated into thin air. Especially since, at that exact moment, I caught a glimpse of the stunning woman beside her.
Who was that?
“Hey, Lenna, who is this beautiful creature?” I asked her. She gave me a confused look but realized I was talking about her friend.
“This beautiful creature can answer for herself,” the blonde beauty said to me with a smirk .
She’s feisty. I like that.
My eyes widened with interest as I stepped closer to the blonde. “Oh really. Well then…” I took another step. “Beautiful creature, what is your name?”
She tilted her head up at me and gave me a tightlipped smile. “I’m Becca.”
I smirked. “Nice to meet you, Becca. I’m Shyloh Mendoza. Quarterback.”
I reached out my hand to shake hers, and she looked at it briefly before scoffing and rolling her eyes. “Oh. You think it’s nice to meet you?” She stepped closer to me, and I felt my nerves standing on end. I swallowed nervously, studying this woman who was very rapidly becoming my favorite person to annoy.
“You quarterbacks always think you are God’s given gift to women, and the fact of the matter is…” She scrunched up her nose at me and whispered, “You’re not.”
Becca grabbed Lenna’s arm and said, “Let’s get going, Lenna.”
What the fuck just happened? Was I snubbed for being a quarterback?
Being who I am, I stood there for a moment admiring her glorious ass sashay away from me and I knew that she’d be mine.
Soon.