<Insert Creative Title Here...> Pt. 4
Here is yet another chapter in Reese and Dylan's life. Hope you all enjoy!
- Just a reminder, this is all made up. This story was just a crazy dream I had! -
Football and Boxers
“I don’t need charm, I let my boxers do the talking.”
Dylan
Practice was a bust. I couldn’t focus. This never happens to me. I just can’t seem to get my mind off the little fairy everyone is calling PB. Are those her initials? But if Levi Davidson is her brother, shouldn’t her last name be Davidson, too? Maybe it’s a step-sibling situation? What is her name?
“Yo, McDolm, what the actual hell bro,” oh the wise words of Antonio Delaveega, “You sucked some major ass out there today. And not the good kind.”
I try to brush him off, but the little bastard is relentless. “I don’t know TD, I just wasn’t feeling it I guess.” Oh wow, I don’t like lying to the dude. But he really needs to lay off. I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve gotten enough crap from the coaches; I don’t need him piling on too.
Tony must have received my message, because he slipped away to give me my space. But my silence was shortly lived when I felt the wide receiver saddle up next to me.
“Hey, what the hell was that earlier?” He doesn’t have to be specific; I know exactly what he was talking about. The only problem was I couldn’t explain my actions.
When I looked over from my discussion with Harper Lee Jenkins, age nineteen, new freshman, best friends with a girl named Reese Lynn, Gemini, I saw Levi Davidson with his hands all over my little fairy. I don’t know what came over me but all I saw was red.
Every cell in my body screamed for me to step in. I picked up my little fairy to place her out of harms way. Then I grabbed Davidson by the collar and threw him down. Next thing I know I have my knee in his chest and was threatening his life if he ever disrespected a girl like that again.
Some guys on the football team are known for getting a little rough with their girls. Its like their status on the football team allows them to completely disconnect with any proper training that their parents bestowed on them: Never, and I mean NEVER, disrespect a girl. No means no. There is no tolerance my football team for players to go around forcing themselves on women. I just can’t stomach that ever happening to someone.
So when I saw Davidson with his hands all over my fairy’s shirt, something in me broke.
I’m pleased to hear he believes my values the same, and brought clarity back into my life. The whole team would have been in trouble if the coaches had seen my knee in Davidson’s chest. That would not have been good.
What I can’t wrap my head around is how he is related to her. How could he? He is as tall as I am, with light chestnut color hair. She is barely 5’3” with dark, almost black hair, glasses, and freckles. I don’t see the resemblances. He better not have been lying to me, or he will be done.
I traipse into the training room to take an ice bath. I strip down to my boxer briefs, and start the water. My tired brain doesn’t register the slight intake of breath behind me. Only when there is a loud clang do I realize someone is in the room with me. I turn around to see my fairy hurriedly collecting contents of the tray she knocked over.
I don’t want to frighten her, she reminds me of a scared animal. So I slowly move towards where she is, hoping to help clean the scattered materials. I make it all the way into the squatted position next to her when she freezes. I stop moving to ease her worry, but I’m afraid I’ve lost her already.
She looks up at the ceiling, and takes three deep, cleansing breathes. Then she whispers, “Could you maybe put on some clothes?”
The wind is knocked out of me. I can’t breathe. Her voice is beautiful, like the rest of her. Rich, thick, and laced with sex, I will thank God everyday he chose to let this creature speak to me.
When she coughs, I’m shook out of my trance. Then I realize I’m in my boxers.
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age 22. 18.1.2018
