Ruthless knight

Cole

There’s nothing like the high after a win. The addictive energy has a way of seeping through your pores and coursing through your body like a live wire. 

I’m so pumped, Cortland’s a

Dwight, who scored the last touchdown of the game, grins. “Man, that hook and ladder play was lit. Good call, Covington. How’d you know it would work so well?” 

I shrug as I lead my team to the locker room. We have less than fifteen minutes to shower before we have to head back out to the field so they can a

As if everyone doesn’t already know who won. 

“Easy. Number sixty-two is still healing from a bum knee so he can’t run fast, and number forty-four is afraid of getting injured so he half-asses everything.” Not wanting to take all the glory, I throw him a bone since—according to my coach—I need to work on my sportsmanship. “But even if he didn’t, I knew you’d be too fast for them.” 

 “Shit, I felt nothing but air behind me. It’s like they weren’t even trying.”

Cortland snorts. “Bunch of pussies.”

 “Yeah, buddy. Bastards should consider this payback for last year.” Le

My smile matches his. “Damn straight.” 

Last year Tommy DaSilva—the most worthless piece of manipulating shit on the planet—intentionally injured me on the field during the second most important game of the season. 

Thanks to the concussion the motherfucker gave me, I wasn’t allowed to play in the championship game. 

The Saints ended up wi

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate him and the rest of those asshole Vikings with the fire of a thousand burning suns. 

Fortunately, Tommy graduated last year so I don’t have to see or hear about him anymore. 

Too bad I can’t say the same about Todd Harris, the Viking’s starting quarterback. 

The dude is good, I’ll give him that. But it’s only because his dad, uncle, and grandfather were all in the NFL. 

Fucker’s been training since he was a little shit in diapers. 

He didn’t have to work for it like I did. 

And yeah, I guess maybe I’m bitter because he had everything handed to him, but something about the guy rubs me the wrong way. 

Although it’s most likely because he wants the same thing I do. 

Word on the street is that Duke’s Heart—who has the best college football team on the West Coast—is taking one quarterback next year. 

Todd Harris is gu

So am I. 

As if reading my mind, Dwight asks, “You think Harris is out for the season?” 

One can only hope. 

Right before halftime, he got sacked by Le

As much as I hate to admit it, his injury probably played a part in our easy victory tonight. 

I push open the locker room door. “Nah, I don’t think—” 

The rest of that sentence falls by the wayside when the sound of people screwing fills my ears. 

“Well, damn,” Dwight mutters with a laugh. 

“Sounds like someone decided to celebrate early,” Cortland remarks.

Yeah, question is who? 

“More,” some girl whines in a breathy voice. “Harder.” 

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. 

I know that breathy whine. 

A moment later, my girlfriend comes into view. 

Her cheerleading skirt is pushed up past her thighs and her spray-ta

Ice fills my veins when I notice the number on the back of his jersey.

Todd Harris.