Becca

From the corner of my eye, I saw Cassie stand up on the bleachers, searching the swarm of people for Parker. I hugged my knees to my chest, the cold metal freezing my bare legs as I watched Brett across the field. He was hunched over with his team, his Coach standing at the head of the huddle.

With a huff, Cassie sat down and pulled out her phone. "Where is he ..." She mumbled to herself, angrily shutting her phone off and shoving it back in her pocket.

I took my eyes off Brett and nudged my shoulder against hers. "He'll be here," I assured her. I glanced towards the crowd and noticed a head of wild blonde curls. "See," I nodded towards the spot where Parker was standing, scanning the crowd for us. Cassie's face brightened as she stood up, screaming his name while she waved her arms over her head.

Chuckling, I turned my attention back to Brett. I couldn't help but admire everything about him as he stood there in his football gear. Now that he couldn't catch me and tease me for it, I let my eyes wander from his head to his arms and all the way down to his legs.

Tonight, you're mine. I felt my cheeks heat up as I wondered what he had in store for us tonight.

"Hey," I turned my head to the breathless voice. Parker was standing in front of Cassie, his cheeks flushed as he stared down at her. "Sorry I'm late," he ran a hand through his hair, "Jen forgot her pom-poms at home. I had to drive back to get them for her."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes all the way back into my head as he sat down beside Cassie, who whispered something in his ear that I couldn't hear. He chuckled as he placed his hand on her knee.

"Hey, Becca." Parker leaned forward on the bleacher, gazing around Cassie to me.

"Hey, Park." I smiled at him kindly and returned my attention back to Brett as I shifted further down the bleacher away from Cassie, giving her and Parker some space as I sat there and felt like a third-wheel.

Well, at least I knew now what Cassie felt like every time she was around Brett and I.

The game begun and I lost myself in the thrill of the crowd. Everyone was chanting, screaming, cheering and going absolutely wild every time the Bears scored a touchdown. Even I was standing on the bleacher with Cassie, screaming Brett's name as we cheered him on.

I knew for certain he would make a comment about my screaming later and the thought made me smile.

When the game was over and the Bears had won, to no one's surprise, I ventured off to wait outside the locker room for Brett. Partially to give Cassie and Parker some privacy, but mostly because I just wanted to see him.

The door opened and the team walked out at once, Brett in the lead as all the students lingering nearby congratulated them. I watched him with a smile on my face. He looked happy, his grin never faltered as he walked with his teammates and thanked everyone around him. Even from here, I could feel the kindness radiating off of him in waves.

Brett's eyes locked on mine and he winked before he slapped his teammates shoulder and began walking over to me. I met him halfway, wrapped my arms around his waist as soon as he was close enough to me.

"Congratulations," I said, breathing in the freshly showered scent of him. His hair was still wet, a droplet of water falling and splashing on my nose.

"Thank you, baby." Brett placed both his palms on either side of my face, kissing me slowly as everything around us began to fade away. The scruff on his jaw tickled my cheeks. I reached up to run my fingers along it as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling me to him.

He groaned against my lips as his teammates began calling his name between whistles. I smiled and reluctantly pulled my face away from his.

"Wells, get your ass here, man!" One of them called, the others joining in with encouraging cheers.

Brett ran a hand through his hair and smiled at me sheepishly. "They're not going to stop."

I laughed and pushed him backwards. He didn't move an inch. "Go," I stressed, nodding towards his teammates.

"Don't move." He leaned in quickly and kissed my cheek, his face lingering below my ear. I could feel his breath warming the bare skin of my neck. "We have a lot of celebrating to do tonight." I bit my lip as Brett's lips pressed into my neck softly before he turned around and walked away.

I stood there frozen, my eyes trailing behind him as he joined his teammates and they all linked arms around one another's shoulders and began jumping around. Boys.

Smiling to myself, I leaned against a tree and scanned the crowd for Cassie. She and Parker were still together on the bleachers, their faces pressed together as they kissed. I raised my eyebrows and looked away quickly, not wanting to invade their privacy.

My eyes locked on a familiar face that was advancing towards me. Light skin, freckles and a shaved head. Grayson's smile grew as we made eye contact. I remembered him from the cafeteria weeks ago when he made a comment about me being great in bed, not knowing how wrong he was with me being a virgin at the time. I took a step backwards and my back pressed into the tree behind me.

"Alone at last." Grayson stood in front of me, his arms folded against his chest. His broad shoulders blocked my entire view of Brett and his team. I shifted my gaze away from his predatory stare and struggled to breathe.

"Where's the fire you had that day in the cafeteria, Hartwell?" He unfolded his arms and his hand stretched towards my face. I stepped back instantly, his fingers missing my face by an inch. His eyes narrowed momentarily before he chuckled.

"Leave me alone." My voice came out strong with an edge that surprised even me.

"Just wanted to introduce myself," Grayson replied, cocking his head to the side as he watched me intently. The look in his eyes made me want to throw up.

"I know who you are," I spat, craning my head to the left to look around him. He shifted to the side, once again blocking my view. Grayson's eyes lit up at my words. He licked his lips as his gaze traveled all the way down my body, lingering on my bare legs.

I shifted uncomfortably and felt myself begin to shake. No. I wouldn't let myself be afraid. Taking a deep breath, I stepped to the right to walk around him as his hand whipped out and locked onto my arm, holding me in place. My eyes widened as he took a step towards me, closing the space between us.

I shrieked as Grayson was jerked backwards by the collar of his shirt. "Get your damn hands off of her." Brett stepped in front of me quickly and grabbed my face in his hands, his eyes wild as they searched my face frantically. "Are you alright? Becca?"

I nodded slowly, opening my mouth to speak but no words came out. Grayson stood up, his eyes glaring into Brett's back. I felt my eyes widen and Brett immediately turned around, pushing me behind him quickly and blocking me with his own body.

"We were just talking, man." Grayson smirked, looking over Brett's shoulder to me.

"Don't." I felt myself stiffen as Brett spoke. The amount of anger, of hatred, in that one word startled me. Brett took a step forward and I grabbed his hand in mine quickly, his footsteps haltered. "Don't speak to her. Don't touch her. Don't even look at her."

Brett was holding himself back. I knew that much. His hands were clenched into fists, his shoulders tense as he faced Grayson.

"And what happens if I do?" Grayson spoke with a smile on his face. He didn't look bothered or the least bit threatened but instead the opposite, like somehow he was enjoying this.

Brett tugged his hand out of mine, swearing under his breath as he moved to close the distance between the two of them. Before I could reach out and grab him, Parker was there, standing in front of Brett with his hands placed on his shoulders, pushing him back.

"Let me go," Brett seethed, glaring at Parker. Even though Brett was stronger, he didn't break free of Parker's grasp. Instead, he let Parker hold him back almost as if ... as if he didn't want to hit Grayson.

"You know you can't hit him," Parker whispered, shaking Brett's shoulders. My attentions shifted to Parker as he glanced over his shoulder at Grayson, who was watching their encounter with a look of boredom.

Parker's eyes met mine and lingered there for a moment before shifting back to Brett. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk as he said, "But I can."

My hands flew to my mouth as Parker turned around and punched Grayson who staggered back from the impact, blood immediately trailing down his nose. Brett flinched. A hush fell over the crowd as everyone stared in awe.

My mouth was hanging open. I slowly peeled my eyes off of Grayson's bloody face and looked at Brett, who appeared to be just as surprised as I was.

"Parker!" A girl's voice broke the silence as Jenny ran through the gathered crowd towards her brother. "What happened?" She breathed, glancing from his bloody fist to Grayson hunched over in the grass behind her.

"Your brother's fucking crazy," Grayson sputtered, wiping the blood of his face with the back of his hand and flicking it onto the grass.

Jenny's head whipped around and I felt my body freeze. Jenny took a step towards him as Parker reached out, but he was too late. Jenny's palm slapped Grayson's face, blood spraying into the air at the contact. His eyes opened in awe as he tumbled backwards, his hand flying towards his injured face.

"You're disgusting," she spat, her curls bouncing lively behind her head. "Get out of my face," her voice dripped venom as she spoke down to him. To my own shock, he glared at her for a minute before walking away, disappearing behind the tree line.

I was vaguely aware of Brett's hand slipping into mine as I watched Jenny run to her brother, pulling him tightly against her chest. She held his face in her hands as she inspected him, looking for injuries. Parker nodded as she spoke to him quietly, seeming dazed by what had just happened.

Jenny shifted and turned to me, her gaze locking on Brett's hand in my own. Her mouth tightened into a thin line before her eyes met mine. She nodded once in my direction then wrapped her arm around Parker, leading him back to the bleachers.

I watched her leave with a newfound respect before I turned to Brett. His eyes were fixated on their retreating form, his mouth hanging open in shock. I wanted to laugh at the sight of him but my mind was racing.

Parker punched Grayson so Brett wouldn't have to -- so Brett wouldn't get kicked off the team ... Jenny slapped Grayson to stick up for her brother, but part of me also felt there was more to it than that. That in that slap, she was sticking up for me as well.

I wrapped my arms around Brett and pressed myself to his chest. His chin rested atop my head as his arms wrapped around me, making a familiar feeling of safety and warmth spread through me.

Kissing my head, Brett pulled away, still looking slightly shocked. "That was ..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as his gaze wandered.

"I don't really mind Jenny's anger when it's directed at someone else," I commented. Brett glanced at me with his eyebrows raised for a moment before he shook his head as he laughed.

"She slapped the shit out of him." Brett said, sounding impressed.

"Were you going to hit him before Parker interfered?" I asked, chewing on my lip nervously.

"Yes," Brett responded without hesitation.

"Brett --" I began but he cut me off, grabbing my hands in his. He voice was gentle when he spoke.

"He grabbed you, Becca. He cornered you and he -- He ... " Brett's eyes closed for a minute as he breathed deeply to calm himself down. "I'm not apologizing for defending you. I would have hit him. And I would have enjoyed it, too."

When Brett hit Parker, it had been reckless. An action driven by pure jealousy. But this ... This wasn't the same. He was trying to defend me against someone that had every intention to take advantage of me. The look in Grayson's eyes ... If Brett hadn't interrupted, I didn't even want to think of what would have happened.

I stood up on my toes and kissed him gently. "Okay," I breathed, holding his face in mine. Brett pressed his lips to mine urgently as I began to pull away, holding me tightly in his arms. His tongue pressed against my lips, silently asking for entrance. I bit his lip playfully and inched my head away from his.

Not here. Not now. But later.

As if reading my mind, Brett smirked. "Let's get out of here. I still have that surprise to show you," he reminded me.

I smiled at the mention of it, my mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Is it a --" Brett laughed and shook his head, kissing me quickly before I could get another word out.

"Surprise," was all he said as he held my hand in his, tugging me behind him as he began to walk away. I rolled my eyes and followed, letting my mind wander.

* * *

I stared out the window, replaying tonight's events in my mind as Brett drove through the dark streets. Jenny's nod replayed over in my mind and I struggled to understand what it meant or if it even meant anything at all.

My gaze flicked to my bare legs as Brett's hand traveled from my knee to the inside of my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles into my skin. I tilted my head to stare at him. His eyes were fixated on the road ahead, a smug smirk on his lips.

"Brett, what are you ..." My voice trailed off as his fingers inched higher, sliding beneath the hem of my shorts. My heartbeat sped up at the feel of his fingers dancing across my skin.

I heard Brett chuckle as I leaned my head against the back of the chair, my breathing increasing. When his hand slid further under my shorts, I grabbed it firmly in my own and pulled it away, placing his palm on my knee with mine on top.

Brett cocked his head to the side and stared at me briefly. I needed him to understand that I wanted this, that I wanted him but ... but not like this. Not now.

"I'm sorry," he breathed as the car stopped at a red light. "I ... I just --"

"Not while you're driving, Brett." I removed my hand from his and trailed my finger down his chest and across his thigh. "But tonight ..." I trailed off, my voice full of an unspoken promise.

He turned towards me and his eyes blazed from within. "I told you that you're mine tonight, Becca," he commanded, his voice electrifying the air around us.

"I'm yours every night, Brett." I told him simply.  He grinned as the light turned green, turning his attention back to the road as my hand returned to his waiting atop my knee.

I blinked to clear the haze in my head. My body was still recovering from the feel of his fingers on my skin, my heart beat slowly fading from its ringing in my ears.

I opened the window a crack and breathed in the cool air, feeling the lightness in my head begin to fade away. I looked around and took in my surroundings. We had already driven way past my apartment and Brett's neighbourhood.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice still breathless.

His fingers flicked my knee as he chuckled. "Do I need to provide you with a definition of the word surprise?"

"We passed your house and my apartment," I remarked.

"I'm surprised you were even able to notice." He took his eyes off the road for a second to wink at me as heat rose to my cheeks. I crossed my legs and he chuckled, turning his attention back to the streets. His fingers continued to move along my knee, taunting me as he drove.

"Where are you taking me, Brett?" I questioned him again as we pulled off the dimly lit street and onto the highway.

The car was deathly silent as we drove, moonlight seeping in from the windows and casting Brett's profile in an eerie glow. I couldn't look away from his form in the darkness.

"Somewhere we can be alone," was all he said as he pressed down on the gas. The car jolted forward and carried us away into the night.

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