Page 4 of Personal Foul

Coach laughs. “That girl is a spitfire.”

“Oh, I know.” I bite my lip and watch her walk away.

Coach coughs, gaining my attention. “That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

“Nah, Reagan and I go way back.”

“She turn you down too?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“Because she’s turned down every single guy on the team.” Coach laughs, smacking my shoulder. “Come on, let me show you the locker room and weight room.”

I follow Coach but have no idea what he’s saying. All I can think about is how I need to make Reagan Kelly mine.

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Garrett

I walkinto Red Mill Burgers after talking to Coach and touring the locker room and weight room. I tell the hostess who I’m looking for and she takes me back to a private room. Will Montgomery makes his way to me as soon as he sees me.

“Garrett Stone, welcome.” He shakes my hand with a friendly smile.

“Thanks for having me,” I tell him while I look around the room at the other players. “I never would have thought this room was back here.”

Will laughs. “We eat here a lot. Best burgers in Seattle.”

Will looks around the room, whistling, getting everyone’s attention. All at once, everyone moves towards the table and takes a seat.

“That’s a nice little trick,” I tease.

Will smirks, lowering into his seat. The waitress comes by and takes our orders. I order water while some of the other guys order a beer.

“Water? Are you shitting me? I thought you were the king of kicking back with women and a drink,” Solomon Lee teases.

“I love a good drink, but I’m abstaining this season. Or trying to.” I shrug. “As for women, well let’s just say I have my eye on one and only one.”

Lee nods, respect shining in his eyes. “Nothing wrong with that.”

Everyone breaks into their own conversations and I sit back and observe.

“You know, I’m not worried.”

I turn and look at Will. “Not worried about what?”

“You not having my back.”

“Yeah, well Alonzo Sanchez wasn’t worried either,” I say bitterly.

“Accidents happen. You know the consequences now and will try your hardest not to let it happen.”

Before I can respond, I hear someone say her name.

“Reagan is fucking killing me. She has zero interest in looking at this guy when she should.”

“Reagan’s the best, if she says your guy isn’t right for us then she’s probably right. Take your rose-colored glasses off and take a step back,” someone else says.

“Are you taking her side? She’s being a bitch and we both know it,” he snipes.

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