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Agent Man: Send me what you’ve got, I can add it to the highlight reel
Cam: Okay. Any other bites?
Agent Man: Still working the angles. I’ll keep you posted
The muscles at the back of my neck tighten, tension shooting up and pulsing between my eyes. That doesn’t sound too promising.
Cam: You’re supposed to be the best in the business. It was a stupid one-night thing
Agent Man: I know, I hear ya. I’m trying. But the league is cracking down on shit like that. Everyone’s very image-conscious right now, what with all the social media
Agent Man: Maybe do some charity work, give back to the community
Cam: I am
Agent Man: Excellent. Polish that squeaky-clean Boy Scout image to a damn shine. Give me something good to work with
I start to tap outGo screw yourself, but then remember we’re on the same team. Troy’s one of the good guys and he’s on my side. I probably shouldn’t piss him off if I want him working hard on finding me a new team.
Cam: Thanks. Let me know as soon as you hear anything. One way or the other
Agent Man: Will do
I throw my cell into my backpack harder than necessary, a loud thud echoing through the empty locker room. Hot anger bubbles inside me and the hunger pains from a few minutes ago disappear, replaced by nausea.
I may never get back to the pros.
The realization hits me like a Mack truck. Sure, I had kind of a rocky season last year, didn’t play as well as I wanted to. Had a few run-ins with the asshole tight end on my team and fought with the coach.
But reading between the lines, it seems like my biggest issue is the stupid video. I shouldn’t have gone up to the hotel room with those women. It’s not like I regularly engaged in random group hookups. It was a birthday bash for one of the guys and heavy drinking was involved.
Stupid fucking mistake, a set-up.
And maybe one I’ll never live down.
Troy’s good, but he wasn’t good enough to intercept the video before it landed in my coach’s inbox. And now my entire career’s been reduced to a forty-five second sex video with my teammates and three random women.
A vein throbs at my temple as I regret my life choices. That video could cost me everything I’ve worked for. All the practices, the hard work, the dedication sliding down the drain. And for what? A night out with the boys and a few seconds of fleeting pleasure?
I’ve never felt more awful about anything in my entire life. But the video’s out there now and I can’t get it back.
What if Sloane finds out about it?She’ll never look at me the same way again. I’ll be just another washed-up, bad boy football player who does stupid shit in his free time.
No. I need to do whatever I can to keep that video a secret from her. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t think I’ll survive the fall from her good graces.
I kick at the tile floor, hot embarrassment colliding with anger. I really fucked up this time—I only hope it doesn’t cost me everything I love.
CHAPTER 15
SLOANE
I’m lying on my bed scrolling through Instagram when the front door squeaks open. I check the time—after ten p.m. Definitely not my dad. He’s been asleep for at least half an hour by now.
It’s either a burglar or Cam and I don’t think anyone in Thunder Creek or the surrounding counties would be stupid enough to break into Coach Carter’s house. It has to be Cam.
Should I go say hi? Stay here and see what happens? Or shut my light off and avoid him altogether?
Before I make a decision, there’s a knock on my door.
