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Huffing, I look in the direction she pointed to, and I almost choke on my tongue.Fuck sakes, why does he have to look so fucking delicious?
Zayne jogs over to the bench with his helmet under one arm. When he gets there, he puts the helmet down and picks up a water bottle. I watch as his throat bobs with each gulp he takes, and my cock twitches. When he’s done, he uses some of the water to spray his face and the top of his head before shaking it out, reminding me of how he looked this morning.
“Damn, dog, you have it bad.”
I don’t even bother denying it, as I can’t seem to take my eyes off him. Thankfully, me creeping on my stepbrother isn’t as obvious as they start to practice harder and he runs around.
I manage to eat my food without even realizing it. Or maybe Pru ate it? Either way, when the coach blows his whistle, telling the players to hit the locker room and go eat, I don’t see it on my lap anymore, just the trash left behind.
“Let’s go, we can walk the gardens until lunch is over,” Pru suggests, standing up.
As we’re heading down the bleachers, Zayne spots me. He smirks, giving me a wave, and I almost trip over my damn feet and down the bleachers.
As we make it to the bottom and throw our trash away, I hear someone call out, “Prunes! Think fast!”
My eyes snap over Pru’s shoulder to see a football coming toward her face. My hand shoots out, grabbing the ball out of the air just before it hits her face.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, stumbling back into me. “Fucking Tony!”
“Is this guy for real?” I snarl, anger filling me at the fact that this fucking asshole would purposely hit someone, a girl, my new friend.
With my lip peeled back, I take the football and throw it back at the jackass with all of my wolf’s strength. The guy’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to reach for the ball as it slams into him, knocking him on his ass.
“Wow.” I hear Zayne say nearby, sounding shocked.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Someone laughs. I look over to see the coach jogging over to us. “Hey, new kid, you like chasing balls?”
My brows furrow. “What?”
“Never mind,” he chuckles. “You’re on the team. Next practice is tomorrow after school. See you then. Zayne, get your brother up to speed.”
I’m stunned. What the hell just happened?
“What was that?” Zayne asks, still looking half shocked.
That’s what I’m wondering. All I wanted was to eat lunch, and now I’m on the football team? So much for lying low and blending in.
CHAPTER 4
ZAYNE
I have no clue what the hell happened today. One minute, I’m on the field at lunch practicing with the guys. The next, Asher is pegging Tony with the ball so hard he fell on his ass from the impact. Who knew he had an arm like that on him? Alice and Dad never mentioned him playing sports in their old town, or that he was even interested in them. Now I’m in charge of getting him up to date with plays and the team.
Usually not a big deal, but he’s kinda odd and doesn’t talk to me much. I’d rather be chatting with my buds or trying to find myself a nice warm pussy to sink my cock into.
I pad down the hall with the playbook under my arm and knock on Asher’s bedroom door.
“Come in!” he calls, and I push open the door slowly. He’s lounging on his bed, surrounded by random pages of the playbook binder Coach let him borrow. All of us on the team have one, but since Asher was a spur-of-the-moment add-on, Coach gave him the assistant coach’s personal binder until he could print Asher his own book to keep.
“You’re taking this seriously, huh?” I cross the room to the foot of his bed and sit down on the edge. “Coach was super impressed with your arm today. If you’re as good on the field as you were at lunch with Tony, you’ll probably take my spot as captain.”
He quirks a brow at me and purses his lips. “If my being on the team upsets you, I won’t join. I don’t want your spot as captain, but football seems like it could be fun.”
I can tell by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that he’s serious. “No, man, you’re good. If anything, you’re going to make me step up my game and play harder.”
“Cool. That’s good,” he says, looking nervous as he changes the subject. “I think I know the plays. I’m a fast learner and have an excellent memory. Not to mention I have insane speed, agility, and strength; a nice perk of being a wolf.”
We chit-chat as I quiz him on the plays, and he’s right, he knows them all by the end of the night. Luckily, he knows the positions and what they do, even though he’s never actually played. I didn’t have to start with the basics, which made this whole process a hell of a lot faster. I still have time to text what’s-her-name from the next town over or catch a game of Apex with the guys.
