Page 43 of Dirty Player

The game continues, and I begin to jump on the sport as Levi pump fakes the ball to Billows, then hands off to Gage, who runs down the field, past the twenty yard line, the ten, and...

Touchdown!

The stadium erupts.

Oh my god. I think we’re going to win this game.

Then again, it’s only halftime.

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BY THE LAST quarter I am so wound up I can’t feel my fingers and toes.

They snap the ball to Levi, who hands it to Billows, who runs before being tackled by two Tigers.

Damn.

The play starts again. Gleeson snaps the ball to Levi, and in a practiced move, Billows leaps in the air.

Yes! I clench my fists and jog on the spot excitedly.

Ten minutes of play left.

Levi drops back for what looks like a promising deep pass, and I watch him scan the field—I assume for an open receiver—when the opposing team's linebacker breaks through our offensive line and slams into him.

Woah!

The stadium is full of gasps as Levi is driven hard into the turf.

The ball bounces away and one of the Hawkes grabs it and runs out of bounds thirty yards out.

I don’t hesitate. I run out onto the field and drop down next to him as he clutches his shoulder.

“Out of ten, how much pain are you in?” I ask, looking him in the eye to assess any other issues.

“Seven. Fuck, eight.”

I stand, my hand on his arm, and nod to the coach who followed me.

He’s off.

“God fucking damn it.” Levi curses as he grips his shoulder and runs beside us back to the bench.

CHAPTER TEN

LEVI

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Talk about wishes coming true. But I can think of better ways to get Kaylee’s sexy little hands on me, and this isn’t it.

I drop down onto the bench, my left shoulder hunched as pain slices through me.

“Can you move it?” she asks, kneeling before me.

Natalie walks over with Bill Waterman.

“Can you go back on?”

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