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asleep. Turning his light off, I watch my little man from the doorway for a few minutes before walking down the hallway.
    My body is barely coherent as I drag my feet to my bedroom. It’s small. A full size bed is smack dab in the middle of the small room. A few seconds pass as I look out over my isolated room. It’s not much but it’s my home. The only home I’ve had for a really long time.
    I don’t bother pulling my covers back before I fall onto my bed in complete exhaustion. I welcome the blackness with a smile.

Chapter Three
    Weston
    “The herd of freshman girls has arrived,” Jason says. He’s standing on a locker room bench with his hands thrown in the air. “Little tight asses everywhere. It’s almost unfair.”
    I snort. Bracing my hand against my locker, I slide into one of my cleats. “Have they? They’re littering the cafeteria, too,” I say. “And they’re perfectly fuckable .”
    Dom raises his fist from beside me and I pound it. “Hell yeah they are. Just wait until this Friday. There are fliers everywhere for the Phi Lamb party.” Dom waggles his eyebrows at me.
    “Freshman chicas are the best. But I’m not sure we’ll find a better ass than on the new trainer.”
    New trainer? Turning, I look over my shoulder. Blake is standing next to his locker, putting on his shoulder pads. Is he talking about Roxy? Please. She’s definitely fine, don’t get me wrong, but not worth the time. She has all four walls up guarding herself from anyone. No one has probably touched her in years . Is he interested?
    “Oh, the brunette?” Dom asks from beside me. “Hell yeah, she’s pretty hot. She’s actually in my History class.”
    Roxy has a class with Dom? Shoving my foot into my other cleat, I turn and look around. Roxy didn’t wrap my ankles today, she stayed clear of me. Probably a good idea since she isn’t worth my time, but it is fun to watch her blush and get angry. Damn fun. “She’s okay,” I blurt out.
    Dom furrows his brow and ties his dreads into a low ponytail like he always does before practice. “Are you blind? Or sick?” Dom asks, raising the back of his hand to my forehead.
    I swat his hand away. “No. Just saying.”
    “Really? Because it seemed like you knew her yesterday,” Blake says. Who the fuck invited him into this conversation?
    Grabbing my shoulder pads, I begin to strap them on. “I never said I didn’t know her, I said she was okay because she is just okay.”
    Blake smiles. “Then you don’t mind if I give it a try then?”
    Why would I? I barely spoke to her yesterday, right? I shrug and grab my helmet from the bottom of my locker. “Doesn’t make any difference. Go for it.”
    He’s wasting his time. She isn’t approachable. He won’t make it two minutes into a conversation with her. It’s like tossing a lamb into a lion pit. “Dude, are you okay?”
    I turn to look at Dom. His dark heavy brows are raised and he’s looking at my hand. What’s wrong with my hand? Oh … fuck . I’ve scratched paint off the side of my helmet with my fingernail. When did I do that? “Oh, yeah, just a habit.”
    “Gather around boys!” Coach Perry yells, the locker room door shutting behind him. Whew, that’s all I could handle of that conversation . Everyone goes silent and takes a seat on the benches in front of our lockers.
    Propping his foot onto a bench, he stares down at us from under his blue SAU cap. A blue polo is tight to his beer gut that his brown belt is barely keeping in. “Alright, guys. It’s the second day of practice. A brand new year. We’re starting fresh and putting last season behind us.” Scanning the room, his eyes settle on me. “We have a new offense and some great freshman coming in this year. Give ‘em hell, boys!” The seniors laugh. We all know if we really give them hell we’ll be running drills for a month. “Most of the players from last season are still here. Let’s give these seniors a great last year. I want them to