made the decision. Brian could care less about the team. He just had to shine and be the school hero. He would definitely hold a grudge and figure out some way to get even. Second string, especially in a town like ours, meant never leaving.
âI hear that his family is really rich. He supposedly lives with his grandfather and sister in the old Westmoreland Mansion,â Teddy went on. How he knew all this information was beyond me. Frankly, I was just glad that he did.
I continued acting like I wasnât interested, but I was eating it all up. I immediately drew my own conclusions. He was a handsome, rich, famous football player in North Carolina, and heâd probably find a beautiful cheerleader girlfriend to match him perfectly. They would be the golden couple. The celebrity couple. The couple that would ride off into the sunset as childhood sweethearts and end up marrying each other. I could go on and on and probably would have if Teddy didnât keep talking and interrupting my thoughts.
âBut letâs face it, at the end of the day heâs a jock. Heâs probably as dumb as they come.â He concluded.
I hope not.
âYeah, youâre probably right,â I mumbled instead.
I looked at Devilyn again. He definitely had a forceful and confident look about him. Very aristocratic. He towered above everyone and commanded nothing but attention. He had a tanned glow, dark hair, and obsidian eyes. The blackest eyes I had ever seen.
Dark, almost.
I decided his name suited him well.
I continued staring at him as the whole team rose and the crowd began disbanding. Many questions continued running through my mind, questions that were continuously interrupted by Teddy.
âLooks like this thing is finally over. Itâs getting late, and I promised my mom Iâd watch Tommy tonight so she can work the late shift,â Teddy said as he gathered his backpack.
Tommy was Teddyâs eight-year-old brother. Teddyâs parents were divorced, so Teddy took on the role of father, brother, and caretaker. His mom was extremely lucky because Teddy was the most responsible, loving, and caring friend and son. He never nagged when his mother asked for help.
He was her rock and, to be honest, he was mine as well.
âAre you going to hang out?â He asked knowing full well that the answer would be âno.â
âDefinitely not. I might as well leave with you. Iâve got a lot of reading to do for History and that paper we have to write for English,â I replied. My backpack was filled with books and a bit heavy. I carefully walked down the steps of the bleachers. When we got to the bottom, we made our way through the crowd when someone rudely grabbed my arm and jerked me back.
Of course it had to be Natalie Simmons. My editor for the school paper. I tried to cover my annoyance. Her face was flushed, and she looked like she was about to burst in pure pleasure. I was instantly suspicious. If Natalie was happy about something it probably meant she was going to give someone a last minute, late night assignment that would be tedious to do.
Ten seconds later I knew I was right.
âIâm so glad I caught you,â she began, out of breath. âI need you to do an interview for this weekâs edition of the paper.â
I was, after all, her loyal and obedient reporter.
âThis weekâs edition?â I replied questioningly. âThe paper goes to print in the morning, Natalie.â
âI know, I know. I looked for you all day today,â she stammered out.
Lie.
She covered quickly. âAnyway, I need you to do this assignment. Just a quick interview. Basic stuff.â
âWhen?â I asked. I couldnât keep the agitation from my voice.
âNow. Here. I know that itâs late notice, but there is no one else I can trust. Besides, it shouldnât be that hard. Itâs just a piece on the new quarterback, Devilyn Reilly,â she rushed