Page 172 of Becoming Selfish

“Sorry, dad,” Marc chimes in. “Beauty before age, old man.”

“Jack,” Gavin says, using his next pick on my dad.

“Smart kid.” My dad catches the blue shirt.

The picks continue, and Gavin takes his dad, Drew. I add my cousin Scotty and Uncle Tommy to my team, leaving Garrett as the last choice. He automatically goes to Gavin’s team, giving them five players to our four.

“Shit. We don’t have Liam this year.” I hold up the last yellow shirt in my hand. “We’re one short.”

My dad quickly turns around, looking at my girl.

“Logan. You wanna play?”

Logan’s eyes go wide with her wine glass to her lips as all eyes turn to her.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she quickly says, shaking her head.

“Come on,” Marc coaxes. “You’ll be on mine and EJ’s team. We need another.”

Logan looks towards me as I excitedly nod in approval.

“I don’t want a girl on my team,” Scotty says, being the little asshole that he is.

“Shut up, Scotty!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Marc and I snap at the same time.

“Come on,” I say to her with a nod and an encouraging smile.

Logan takes her blanket off, putting her glass of wine on the armrest of her chair.

“Logan, you can be all-time QB,” my dad says.

“What? No!” Sam interjects. “That’s my job.”

“Not this year,” my dad says. “Sam, give her your shirt.”

Sam rolls his eyes before slipping off his red tee and handing it to Logan. I throw him his new uniform, being sure to hit him in the face with it for being such a whiny little bitch.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Logan says with a pale face as she slips the red shirt over her head.

“You’ll be great,” Marc tells her with encouragement.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Scotty asks her in a condescending tone that causes me to smack the back of his head. The twins are being little bitches right now, and I wish they weren’t on my team so I could tackle them both for being assholes to my girlfriend.

“Logan’s dad used to play football,” I tell the family. “You know what you’re doing, right, babe?”

“Kind of.”

I’ve seen Logan box, and I’ve seen her play basketball. Even if she’s never played football before, she’s athletic enough to get by. I have no doubts that she can handle this.

“If Logan is QB, then Marc and EJ can’t be on the same team,” Garrett says. “She’ll favor them.”

“Fine.” Marc pulls off his yellow shirt. “Gabe, switch teams with me. Is everyone done bitching now?” he asks in annoyance.

“Everyone knows the rules,” my dad begins. “Clean tackles only. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” He pauses. “Two-hand touch on Logan, though.”

“Maybe no-hand touch on Logan?” I quickly interject. “Just stand close to her. That should be good enough.”

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