We all cheered for him as Cade held the ball up in victory.
We played a hard game. The Jackals were trying to prove something, but we came out on top. If Creed hadn’t been injured, I don’t doubt it would have been that much harder.
Kresslee never came back out onto the field, making me worry.
As soon as we won, I knew that I needed to go find out what was going on.
We celebrated our win, and as soon as I was in the locker room, I pulled my phone out.
I saw that there were a few messages from Kresslee.
Kresslee: Creed sprained his knee. He might have torn something in his leg, too.
Kresslee: We are heading to the hospital now. He needs to be checked out.
Kresslee: I hate this. I wanted to watch you play. Creed shouldn’t have been so stubborn.
Kresslee: You played amazingly tonight. I love you.
I sighed, knowing Creed was hating himself right now.
Coach walked over to me, “Ridge, we need to talk.”
I looked up at him, then walked over to his office.
He shut the door behind me. “What is going on with you?”
I shook my head, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you're coming over to check the quarterback. Since when do you give a fuck about someone on the opposite team?”
I knew he was right, so I said, “I love his sister.”
Coach’s eyes went wide, “Fuck. I knew something was off.”
“I want to go check on him. Kresslee is a cheerleader for their team, and she left with him.”
Coach nodded, “Go. I can’t believe one of my players is dallying with the other side.”
I stood, “She is it for me. I won’t give her up.”
Coach sighed, “I fucking knew it. Don’t get distracted. Not right now. We need this. We are off to the big game now. I need you focused.”
“Have I ever let you down?”
Coach shook his head, “That was before you had a girl.”
I looked at him, my brow raised. “I have always had a girl; it’s only now she is officially mine.”
Coach stared at me, then nodded. “Go get her then. Don’t let me down.”
I nodded, “Not now, or ever. I’m here.”
I walked to my locker, changing out of my gear before taking the quickest shower of my life, before heading to the hospital.
I pulled into the parking lot, ready to call Kresslee, when I saw their father lingering outside.
He looked older than fuck. His hair was all gray, his skin hanging off his heavy frame.
