Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) Read Free Page A

hopping around as someone brought in the trophy we had won. They were throwing their uniforms and equipment into the air, getting themselves naked as they had the time of their lives. Loud music was playing from some speakers and all of them were singing in deep voices. Some were calling their dear ones to inform them of the victory and to accept their congratulations. It was a very touching and wonderful moment that would be forever written in the history of the club and in our memories.
    Having nothing to do, I joined them in their celebration. Like how could I not! I was the victor or what? I got my hands on the golden cup and stared at my reflection. It was the reward for all the labor and all the hard work.
    “Come on! A picture, Sean!” Someone shouted from behind me and I smiled for the camera. All the other guys flooded the picture and we were all looking like a dream team who could win every game and would not stop until it conquered the whole world. Napoleon, who?
    The guy snapped several pictures of us and he was smiling as well. He joined us in a selfie that would be surely posted on every social media profile. I could see the likes and shares piling up even now.
    “Cheers, guys!” He said and we all applauded. The party continued in full force.

3
    Kayla
    I was driving in my red Honda, my eyes fixed on the road. I had been driving the whole night to get back home and I was absolutely, totally, utterly tired and weary. Destroyed. I mean really bone tired.
    During the night I had thought I was about to pass out, so I had found some metal/hard rock radio and had increased the volume until it was maxed. And now with my windows rolled down I was weaving through the nearly-empty highway with rock blaring from my stereo. No wonder I was getting strange looks from passing cars. A crazy girl hitting her head back and forth was not a normal sight for sure. But what else could I do?
    The surroundings around me were boring—yellow fields and small houses, some desolate and very poor, cute farms with the occasional animal and other typical signs of country life. Yeah, right. Just what I needed in my hurry. And to top it all off, the skies were blue with not a single cloud disturbing the peaceful blueness, making space for the sun to shine with its brightest light. If it weren’t for the air conditioner, I would’ve ended up dead in some field that a family of farmers would work on and no one would ever find me.
    I had read somewhere that singing, apparently, was a great way to chase away sleep, so I finally switched the station and found one that played only pop songs. I immediately recognized the tune and started signing from the top of lungs. It wasn’t like there was anyone better than me at singing in the shower and in cars. I had been accepted into an Ivy League university and that was a good enough reason for some loud singing. Screeching, to be more precise. But singing nonetheless.
    Driving idly along, my eyes spied a gas station. It wasn’t long before I turned on my blinker and turned right to park in the station’s lot. I rubbed my eyes and climbed out of my car. My back was sore and my legs ached from sitting for so long. I stretched nice and slow and felt my back pop. It felt nice. Oh, so, so liberating indeed.
    I headed for the gas station where I went shopping for some snacks, for I had plenty of fuel left. I bought some chocolate chip cookies, chips, soda and a chocolate bar. I needed that refreshment. I returned to my car, happy and with half of the chips already in my stomach. Starting the engine again, I was off on the road to home.
    Maybe two hours later I found myself approaching my neighborhood. Everything was still and very quiet. I checked the clock. Seven o’clock on a Sunday morning. I understood why everyone was still sleeping and not a living soul could be seen in the streets. They weren’t as crazy as me to drive such a distance for such a short period of time. I truly didn’t know