He looks somewhat of a Greek god walking towards us, the wind blowing at his fully padded up body. Even with the scowl that he holds on his face, he looks gorgeous. I can't take my eyes away from him, and neither can anyone else, apparently. The crowd of students go quiet when they see my boyfriend, something I'm sure he won't care about. I do, though.

"Hey," he breathes when he gets close enough to me. The talking starts up again when they realize no drama will be happening. At least I hope so.

"Where'd you go?" I question. I'm worried about him, it doesn't help that he seems slightly impaired. I really hope he didn't leave my house to go drinking. It would break my heart. I should be glad he's here right now, but not like this.

"No where important," he tells me nonchalantly, gripping my hip and pulling my body against his. "Now give me a kiss for good luck."

I do just that, a quick kiss, but one nonetheless. I really hope he's okay. By the way he smiles at me before walking off towards his team, I feel he should be fine.

Never get your hopes up.

The buzzer goes off to start the game, and I'm not too anxious about it. I trust Jackson to not do anything that could disrupt the team. I call out the first cheer and everyone starts doing it. Except Nikki, she looks like she's struggling. She's never messed up something like this, I look at her worriedly.

"Blue twenty! Blue twenty!" I hear Jackson yell faintly to his teammates before the play is in action. Im definitely not an expert on football, but I've been on the sidelines for almost every game since I was six so I've picked up a few things. And I'm pretty sure this particular play is supposed to go to Colten. Or at least I thought, instead, Jackson passes it to Tristan. Tris, obviously not expecting the pass, gets tackled almost instantly.

My eyes widen when I hear the coach yelling profanities at his star quarterback. I stare at Jackson for a while, but he never turns towards the stands. What is wrong with him?

Jackson's POV.

Yeah, it may be a bit petty to be doing this, but what the fuck. I'm slightly tipsy and at this point I'm pissed off as hell at Colten. It makes sense at this point. Even though this could potentially mean getting benched for the rest of the game, I could care less. While I'm on this field with my backstabbing friend, he's not getting the ball. I don't care what the fucking circumstances are.

I turn just in time to see Colten staring at Nikki and I clench my jaw. Over my dead fucking body.

Another play is in run, I call what it's supposed to be which actually doesn't need to be passed to Colten. A touchdown is scored from this one which seems to put my coach in a better mood, but I know I'll be paying for this at practice on Monday. What - fucking - ever.

The rest of the plays go fairly well, Colten not having got the ball once. I feel that smugness take over once the buzzer beeps for the end of the first half.

I lead the team into the
locker room when I take multiple gulps from my water bottle. I'm not feeling the high anymore, damn. Now I have no excuse.

Colten doesn't even look at me when he comes in and I can't help the smirk that takes form on my face, something that I cover with my water bottle.

"What the hell, Long?" Tristan stalks over to me, a scowl on his face. Fucking co-captains.

"It was nothing," I roll my eyes. "I just thought we should give our good friend Colten a break tonight."

At the mention of his name, his back tense.

"Don't do this on the field, Jackson," Tristan warns, James then walking up to us looking disappointed. I really don't care.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want," I growl. "I'm the captain and quarterback of this team, I call the shots. Not you."

They both shake their head, pissed off looks on their faces as they go back to their lockers.

Why is everyone up my ass all the time? I'm allowed to be pissed about this whole thing. I just found out my best friend and sister were fucking no more than four hours ago, give me a break. If these guys really knew me, I can be angry for days, they shouldn't expect too much from me.

"Half times almost up!" Coach yells. "Get out on the field!"

I take one last sip of my water and head out the front door, all the other players following behind.

I'm not sure if I expected to get out of this without Brittni on my dick, but when she grabs on to my arm and pulls me away from the pack, I sigh.

"What the hell, Jackson?" She angrily spits. Fuck, she's so sexy when she's pissed. She better be prepared to get it rough tonight, though. If she thinks talking to me this way is fine and dandy we're going to have a problem. I smirk at the thought. That's until a slap on the shoulder has my eyes focusing back on her scowl. "Were you not listening to me?"

I roll my eyes. "I know what I'm doing, baby. Leave it be."

"I don't think you do." Her eyes soften and a sigh falls from her lips. "Jackson, I know your upset and mad, but this could effect your future."

"One bad game isn't going to erase my record," I cup her face between my hands, her eyes sad. "Don't worry about me, I've got it under control."

She shakes her head, closing her eyes. I press a kiss to her lips, and like I knew would happen, she gives in. A harsh breath is blown out of my nose when she slips her tongue into my mouth. I move one of my hands to her hip, pulling her as close to my body as I possible can even with this padding on.  A soft moan falls into my mouth from her, and before I end up having a massive boner in my cup, I pull away, leaning my forehead against hers.

"I love you, baby," I peck her nose, my eyes looking into her.

"I love you," her voice cracks, but with the way she smiles at me, I'm unsure on how to act. "You need to go."

I furrow my eyebrows, not wanting to leave her, but she insists. "I'll see you after the game, and you're coming home with me."

She blushes and I smirk, sending a wink her way before jogging to the field, ready to get this game back on.

Play by play, I see Colten getting even more angry at the fact that he's not getting the ball, and my smugness gets higher and higher. I can tell he's about to blow, that it's not even about Nikki anymore.

I know the next play is probably going to set Colten over the edge, so when the ball flies through the sky and lands in James' hands making him get tackled, Colten tears off his helmet and stalks towards me. Smugness is replaced with adrenaline, the thing I so desperately except.

I take off my own helmet, ready for whatever comes.

"What the hell was that?" Colten shouts, shoving my chest. Oh, he wants to fight.

"What?" I ask innocently. "I thought you would know what was going on."

"I get you're mad," Colten clenches his jaw, now in my face. Now, this I have a problem with. No one gets in my face and expects to leave off the hook. They either fight or back the hell up. "But this is bullshit."

"Bullshit?" I question angrily. "What's bullshit is the fact that my best friend and little sister were fucking. In my own house!"

"We knew you would act exactly like this if we didn't tell you properly," Colten growls. "Besides, it's not like you were fucking Brittni behind Nikki's-"

"You son of a bitch," I snarl before my fist makes contact with Colten's jaw for the second time today. I hear the stands gasp in surprise. I hope they are enjoying the fucking show.

"You know I'm right," Colten smirks, spitting out blood. "That's why you get so mad."

"You don't know what you're fucking talking about." I go in for another punch, but this time Colten meets me with a slam to the nose. I'm surprised, sure, but with a smirk his way, I feel my blood boiling even more. Wrong fucking day.

Of course, as I'm about to break all of his goddamn teeth, a security guard grabs me and pulls me away from Colten. Great. We get walked over to the bench as if we're five year old children, and our coach comes around. He's angry.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Coach yells. "Causing a scene on my field!"

I don't even pay attention to my coach, I keep glaring at the fucker sitting next to me. I really wish no one stopped what I was about to do to him.

"No one wants to talk?" He asks. "Fine, get off my field. Now!"

One at a time, we get escorted into the locker room where I take off my pads, showing my orange Under Armor tank top. I grab my duffle bag and stalk towards my truck. I somehow knew this was going to happen.

I hadn't noticed anyone was following me until I hear:

"Colten." It's fucking Nikki. She was following Colten. Like hell that's going to happen. I growl under my breath, latching onto my little sister wrist, pulling her away from Colten.

"You can leave now," I growl at him.

"Get off me, Jackson!" Nikki screeches, trying to pull free, but I push her behind me.

"I don't want you near her or me ever again,"I snarl menacingly. This isn't a warning.

"So that's it?" Colten's voice cracks as he stares at Nikki and then me.

"'That's it' what?" I demand, this isn't a fucking heart to heart.

"Because you don't like the fact your sister and I are dating, you're going to throw away years of friendship?" He explains, he looks hurt, but you know what? So am I. I feel like I got betrayed by the two people I trusted and cared for the most. Oh wait, that actually happened.

"Obviously that friendship meant nothing to you or you wouldn't have slept with my sister," I bite back. Saying those words about them, makes me want to be sick. Thinking about them doing things like that literally has me clutching my stomach.

"Jax stop," Brittni throws in, putting her hands on my chest as she tries to make me calm down. Nothing can calm me down, not now.

"I love her!" He snaps. I feel bile rise in my throat.

"You don't know what love is," I glare. "Neither does she. You have her thinking this - this betrayal is love. It's fucked up."

"I do love her," Colten takes a threatening step closer. "And if you did too you would be happy she found someone who cares for her as much as I do."

I don't know what to say, I really don't. My eyes move from Brittni who looks at me with pleading eyes and then Colten who lets a taunting smirk cover his face. I want to punch him.

"Besides," Colten smiles bitterly. "If this was a real friendship, you would be there for me, like I was to you when you and Brittni got together."

"Shut up." I'm sick of hearing him bring that up every goddamn time. I trusted him, unlike the way he did me. If he trusted me, he would've told me. Same goes for respect.

"I hid your little secrets from Nikki because you were my best friend. I lied to everyone because you asked me to! Now you can't return the fucking favor?" He shakes his head.

"If I ever see your face around my little sister again, I will personally do more than punch you in the face," I growl lowly.

"Let me go," Nikki starts fighting again. "Jackson stop!"

"Let her go, Jackson," Brittni follows after us.

"I swear to god, Nikki," I turn to her. I'm fucking exhausted and angry, I need her to stop being this way for five seconds. If this isn't enough already, the whole Nathan thing is plaguing my mind. I can't seem to protect anyone I love it seems like. "If you don't get in my fucking truck, I will lock you in your room for the rest of your life."

She stops fighting me. I sigh in relief.
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