SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance) (12 page)

When we were back on the field, my eyes locked on Matt, and as soon as I heard the whistle, I bolted without thinking, aiming for Matt. I tackled him to the ground, our bodies crashing heavily.

He stood up, ripping off his helmet, and let out a roar. “What the hell, Anderson?” he bellowed at me, his face red with rage.

Without speaking, I pushed him to the ground and slammed myself on top of him, shaking him. I lifted my fist to punch him. Our teammates were quick to pull me off him, and I stood there, glaring at him while everyone watched me with concern in their eyes. I pulled my helmet off and headed towards the locker room, running away from the mess I had just created. After showering and changing clothes, I knocked on the coach’s office door.

“Come in,” came a gruff voice, and I entered the room, ready to take a verbal beating.

“Hey, coach,” I greeted, sitting in the chair he gestured to, embarrassed.

“Some kids would get a suspension for that,” Coach said, a warning clear in his voice.

I nodded and let out a defeated sigh. “I know, Coach. I’m sorry. My adrenaline got the best of me.”

He let out a grunt and said, “It’s all right, kid, but this is your final warning. I need my quarterback to stick around, so you better shape up.”

I nodded and said, “You got it.”

I left the office feeling better, relieved he hadn’t decided to take any disciplinary action. I had worked so hard this semester, and I didn’t want to lose everything because of a stupid fight. I knew it would be tough to face Matt and the rest of my teammates later, but we were close, and I had to accept responsibility and apologize like a man.

All of this rage was ruining my life, so I needed to figure out how to fix it, fast. If I continued down this road, I could lose everything. I loved Alyssa, but if I didn’t get over her quickly, I would be doomed by this self-destructive anger. It was going to be tough, but I had to be strong and start taking ownership of my mistakes.

Alyssa

I sat next to Matt, gingerly pressing an ice pack to a bruise on his face. I was horrified when Matt told me about what Blake had done. I was worried about him, but I was even more worried about Blake. He wouldn’t be happy with Matt and me together, I knew, but this was just dangerous.

“He’s a maniac,” Matt spat angrily. “I don’t know how you lived in the same house as him.”

I sighed, dropping the ice pack into my lap. “It’s complicated, Matt. He’s a very intense person. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it.”

Matt stood up and snapped, “You didn’t see him, Alyssa. He had a crazy look in his eye. He
wanted
to hurt me.”

I shook my head. “Matt, sit down, you’re going to be okay. I know he didn’t intend to hurt you, and you guys will make up in no time.”

Matt looked at me, angry and offended. “I’m so done with you defending him. He’s a piece of shit, Alyssa.”

I stood up and snapped, “I’m so done with you, period.” I stormed out of his room, annoyed with him.

I felt guilty, knowing that I was taking the first excuse I could to free myself from the relationship with Matt. I didn’t really like him, I admitted to myself. It was helpful at first, a good distraction from Blake, but it was time to end it. I wished that I really did like Matt, because it would have made my life so much easier. I hated that I still had feelings for Blake. It had been over a month, and except for the few isolated incidents, we had barely seen each other.

I walked back to Matt’s room, knocking hesitantly, guilty for taking my emotions out on him. I had to talk to him, explain to him why I couldn’t be with him. He opened the door, holding the ice pack to his head. He wore a cold look on his face and asked, “What do you want?”

“Look, Matt,” I started, looking down, having a hard time saying the words that needed to be said. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just want you to know that I’m not breaking up with you because of a petty fight between you and Blake.” I lifted my head, looking into his eyes as I continued. “I have feelings for someone else, and it isn’t that I don’t like you, but I just can’t get over those feelings. I’m really sorry, and I hope we can still be friends.”

He was quiet for a moment and finally, he let out a yielding sigh. “Well, I appreciate your honesty, I guess. I’ll see you around.”

I gave him a small smile and said, “In a different world, we would have been really good together.”

He shook his head and shut his door, simply saying, “See you around, Alyssa.”

I walked away, grateful for the closure, but guilt still loomed over me. My phone rang, distracting me from my nagging thoughts. “Hi, Dad.” I felt relieved to hear a comforting voice.

“Hey, honey. How is school?” he asked.

“Good,” I commented. “So what’s up?”

“Debbie and I are going to Blake’s game Friday. It’s at five, so make sure you’re there,” he told me.

I bit my lip, knowing Blake wouldn’t want me there. “I have a lot of homework, Dad,” I said, hoping to get out of it.

“It’s just one night, and it will make Debbie happy. Do it for your pop,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay, Dad. I’ll be there. Love you.” I suppressed my irritation at breaking down and agreeing to go.

“Love you too, pumpkin,” he replied before hanging up.

I sighed, thinking about how much had changed in the last year, beginning to miss when it was just my father and me against the world.
At least he’s happy,
I thought.
Even though I’m not.
I frowned because I had to patch things up with Blake. We couldn’t spend the rest of our lives together in an angry, hostile environment. This football game was just one event in a long list of family vacations and activities that would take place. Whether we liked it or not, Blake and I were going to have to deal with each other, and we both deserved to be happy. We would have to come to a solution. We were a family, and we had to act like it.

***

I slid on a summery blue dress with a white cardigan, ready to go watch Blake’s game with our parents. I had thought again about trying to skip it, but I missed him desperately. I headed to the field, grateful to see that our parents hadn’t arrived yet, giving me time to find a seat in the bleachers, which were already beginning to fill up.

I started to climb the steps when I heard my dad’s voice, and I turned. He and Debbie were standing next to the coach. I groaned and mumbled under my breath. “So much for trying to blend in with the crowd.”

I joined them awkwardly as the game was about to begin. I felt nervous and excited all at once, reminding me of when I first fell for Blake. I watched as the team ran out onto the field, the crowd erupting with cheers. We clapped, and I tried to avoid looks from Matt, who was surely not happy to see me there.

Finally, my eyes landed on Blake, and my heart skipped a beat, excited to see him. Debbie cheered loudly when she saw her son, and I laughed at her enthusiasm, my doubts about being there beginning to fade. The game began, and the crowd fell quiet as they started their first play.

I watched Blake intently through the first half, my gaze glued to every single movement he made, mesmerized by his speed and agility. The crowd loved him, as they should, because he scored again and again, landing footballs in the end zone to raucous cheers. When the second quarter ended and halftime began, Blake waved and yelled a greeting at his mom and my dad as he hurried into the locker room. I frowned as he blatantly ignored me.

The same heavy pangs returned, pulling on my heart. I felt so worthless, and I wanted to leave. After the game, which our team won by a huge margin, I watched Blake running to the locker room, and without thinking, I chased after him, telling our parents we’d meet them for dinner. I had planned to talk to him that evening, but I acted on impulse instead. I could hear the crowd thinning.

“Blake!” I called out, still following him.

Luckily, none of the other players saw me, and I found Blake near his locker, sliding off his equipment. He looked up at me and said, “What do you want?”

I was angry and yelled, “You!” He looked bewildered, and I cried desperately, “I want you! Okay, it sucks. You were so angry with me for disregarding you, for excluding you, and for making you feel like you don’t matter.” Tears welled up as I spoke, my heart aching as I talked. “Well, now you’re doing it to me, and I hate it. It’s not fair. I want you in my life, Blake. I need you.”

Blake considered my speech, watching me. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa. I never intended to hurt you. I thought this was what you wanted.”

I cried into his chest, relieved to have his arms around me. I shook my head and said, “I just want to forget everything. I want you back, Blake. I thought that we would be able to just magically be like siblings, but I will never be able to act like that around you. This love we have is too intense, too real. I want to be with you. I want us to be happy.” I finished my rant, my chest heaving and my heart racing.

Blake just stared at me for a moment. He rubbed my back soothingly. “Is that really what you want?” he asked me, his green eyes staring intently into mine.

I nodded. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“I love you, too,” he said, picking me up into the air as he kissed me with unbridled passion.

I kissed him with all I had, so relieved to finally feel his lips on mine again. I never wanted to know the feeling of not having his mouth on mine. His mouth was just as hungry and desperate as mine, foraging my lips and tongue. I inhaled shaky breaths as he slid my sweater off my body, rubbing his hands along my bare arms. I wanted more, so I pulled up the edge of his shirt, feeling his hard stomach muscles. He pushed me against the locker and continued to kiss me while his hands reached into my dress, massaging my chest.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said through kisses and moans.

“Me, too.” I wrapped my legs around his torso as he kissed my neck. I bucked my hips against his, my body desperate for his.

He backed away to slide off my underwear. His hands were rough as he raked them down my thighs. “I want to taste every part of you I missed,” he growled, kissing my inner thigh.

I leaned against the lockers as he kissed my thigh and pressed his tongue to my sweet spot, making hot breaths heave within my chest. I fisted my hand in his silky hair, pressing him into my warm skin.

He continued kissing my stomach and stood. Looking at me with intense eyes, he said, “I want you right here and right now.”

“We might get caught,” I said, wanting him desperately but terrified someone might spot us. Blake sat down on the bench in front of his locker. Silence was all around us, so when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, I straddled him, pressing a hot, passionate kiss onto his lips.

“I want you, too,” I whispered and slid his pants down enough so I could grab his cock in my hands. He was so hard, I flushed and my loins lit on fire. I lifted my hips and guided him inside me, letting out a relieved sigh as I felt him thrust deep. I bounced up and down as fast as I could.

I rode him hard and fast as we kissed, making up for every second we had spent apart with our lips. Blake pressed his hands against my hips, helping me move faster and faster. Small moans escaped from my throat, which was hot and dry.

“Shh,” Blake hushed into my ear. He reached up, clamping his hand over my mouth as I grabbed tightly onto him. Our bodies were pressed together, and I clung to him desperately as I came.

I slid off him and curled against his side. I kissed him softly and said, “I missed being with you.”

“Alyssa, you know we have to tell our parents,” he murmured softly.

I sighed. “Why do you have to ruin such a nice moment?”

“Because it’s the truth, and you know it,” he said, more strength in his voice. I pouted for a second, then nodded my head even though the prospect of telling our parents terrified me.

After putting my things back on, I slipped out of the locker room while Blake showered and dressed. I had told him about my promise to meet our parents at the restaurant for a celebratory dinner, so he hurried out of the locker room. I drove to the restaurant, and after parking, I jumped out of the car, pulling Blake to the side.

“Are you sure we should tell them?” I asked, unsure. What we had was so fragile and precious, and I didn’t think I could handle losing Blake again.

“I really want to be with you. I think telling them is the right thing,” he told me again reassuringly, kissing my forehead lightly and pulling me into the restaurant. “No matter what happens, we do this together.”

“Together,” I whispered, squeezing his hand, feeling foolish for doubting him in the first place.

We let go of each other’s hands before entering the restaurant, but I found comfort in knowing that I wouldn’t have to go as long without his touch this time. With a brave sigh, I sat at the table.

“Great job tonight, honey,” said Debbie, beaming at her son.

“Great game,” my father added with a smile.

“Thanks.” Blake smiled at them.

We waited a while into dinner before telling them, taking time to consider what we would say. I finally let out a shaky breath and took a big gulp of cold water. “Blake and I have some news,” I announced. My body was shaking with nervousness. Blake reached under the table, placing his hand gently and soothingly on my thigh.