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CHAPTER 1
I peered into his
caramel-colored eyes, my hands running up his jaw. “You’re going to do great
today.”
A chill breeze passed
around James and me, and I shivered. He tugged me closer, a charming smile
pulling at his lips.
He caught my long
hair in his hands, carrying it over my shoulders to curtain my face as he
leaned against his car. “I love you.”
“Lawrence!” someone
called, and his gaze shifted to the sound while I kept my eyes on him. He
looked uncertain, exhausted almost.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He kissed my
forehead.
“Lawrence, come on!
We got a game to win, dude.” Ben winked at me from across the high school’s
parking lot, a lopsided grin on his face and his duffel bag slung over one
shoulder. “You can snuggle with your sweetie later. Hey, Averie.”
Smiling, I lifted a
hand and waved before giving James Lawrence, my number nineteen, one last hug.
He squeezed me. “See
you in a bit. You’ll be getting a winning kiss tonight. I can feel it.” He
grinned, and I chewed on the smile that stretched across my lips as I watched
him go before turning around.
My best friends,
Nicky and Sydney, would be here soon, but as I scanned the nearby vehicles and
the people walking through the gates to the football field, I realized that
they were nowhere in sight. Instead of waiting, I headed to the gates and
showed my student ID to the teacher responsible for the ticketing tonight.
A few people were
already were scattered across the metal seats on the bleachers, most of them
being parents. Once I got there, I climbed up to sit on the far-left side and
pulled James’s hoodie over my head.
The crowd would
multiply soon and everyone would be shoulder to shoulder. Because in Alpen
Springs, Colorado, a small mountain city with a population of about sixteen
thousand, this was one of the main sources of entertainment.
What felt like
minutes later, James ran out onto the field. Moments later, I began to tense.
Our football team
wasn’t the best, but we weren’t the worst either. And as time flew by, the
former was clear, because now, at almost an hour into this game, things weren’t
looking too good for us.
I shifted on the
bench, my feet tapping restlessly as I waited with bated breath for the second
half of the game to kick off.
James was so
competitive and hated losing, so I really wanted our team to win tonight.
We were still down
by fourteen points at the end of the third quarter when it became so noisy I
could barely hear what Sydney was saying to me.
“I . . . didn’t
think . . . catch up . . . win!”
The gist of it was
clear enough—we had a chance. We’d caught up, and everyone on the bleachers was
just as anxious as the players. Night had fallen upon us so fast that
everything outside of the field was dark, non-existent. Kind of like everything
was beyond the finite views that surrounded us due to the mountain peaks and
hills in every direction.
I loved it here.
Alpen Springs was
fresh air and freedom.
I inhaled and caught
a whiff of marijuana.
Damn it.
Regretting the
disturbance of said fresh air, I covered my nose with the sleeves of my hoodie.
The no-smoking rule became muddied at night, because with a crowd like this, it
would be impossible to find the culprit.
As everyone grew
quiet, I glanced at the scoreboard.
With one minute and
forty seconds remaining in the game, we were only down by one point.
Come on.
I bit my lip as the
line of scrimmage formed at the thirty-five-yard line in the Hollis territory,
Alpen Springs North on the offense.
Our quarterback got
the ball and shuffled to the side before hurling the football to James. He
caught it and took off running as a chant broke out behind me, around me.
“Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence!”
My eyes followed
James as he ran, did a three-sixty-degree turn, escaping two of the defenses
from the other team who stumbled trying to tackle him. Then he was a lone
figure running down the field and straight into the end zone for a
sixty-five-yard touchdown.
Jumping out of my
seat, I screamed, “Yes! Oh my God!” Barely able to hear myself as the crowd
went wild.
That was exactly how
long the excitement lasted, because in the next
second . . . my life would change forever.
Author Bio
Harlow Cole is a former journalism student, turned techie, turned mother, who finally decided at age forty-plus what she wants to be if she ever she grows up. Her writing journey first began in sixth grade, when she and her best friend penned boy band fanfiction in an old spiral notebook. Harlow is a connoisseur of peanut M&Ms, brand-new school supplies and angst-filled love stories that always end happy. At fifteen, she met her first love. They’ve now been married for twenty years. They reside in suburban Washington, DC, where Harlow moonlights as a taxi driver for their farting beagle and teenage twins. Interference and Stealing Home are her debut novels.
