Chapter 14

“Andy, hurry up! We’re going to be late!” I called out, frantically tossing my heels and some makeup into my bag.

“I’m coming, just cool it! You’re just excited to see guys in their football uniforms! It’s not like you understand the game,” she retorted.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the wooden floor of our living room, shooting her a glare over my folded arms. “Damn right I’m excited to see them in their uniforms! Who doesn’t love a guy in a uniform? Plus, seeing hot, sweaty guys is the best thing when you’ve been super horny lately!”

Grabbing my keys, we headed out the door, my giggles echoing in the hallway.

As we reached the car park, a black Mercedes was waiting, a driver standing beside it. “Miss Thompson?” he asked.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He looked like he could be from the CIA or some government agency. So, naturally, I panicked.

“I haven’t hacked into any classified files, I promise. Yes, I can do it, but I haven’t, I promise!” I blurted out.

He gave me a quizzical look before bursting into laughter. “I’m not from the government,” he assured me. I let out a sigh of relief, embarrassed by my overreaction.

“Well, then yes. I am Miss Thompson. Who are you?” I asked as he held the car door open for us.

“Mr. Carter sent me to collect you ladies for the game. I’m here to ensure you arrive safely and on time. So, if you don’t mind, we should get going before you’re late.”

Exchanging a glance with Andy, we climbed into the car. The plush black leather seats and the fresh smell of a new car filled my senses. This car was spotless!

In front of us was ample legroom and... a bottle of champagne! Andy popped it open and we helped ourselves. I could get used to this!

First, he upgraded us to first class, and now he’s having us chauffeured to one of his games? There has to be a motive, like a huge prank he’s planning.

You’re probably wondering where Wes is. Well, he has an exam tonight. Yes, an exam on a Saturday.

Our exams start next week, but he has to take one tonight because he’s on a soccer scholarship and has a game when he was originally supposed to take the test.

The college had to reschedule for the boys to sit the exam so they don’t have to do them next semester. So, he won’t be joining us, but Kyle will be.

He flew in this morning and is meeting us there. I can tell Andy is excited to see him today; she hasn’t stopped smiling all morning.

Time flew by in the car as we sipped on the champagne. You could definitely tell we were tipsy. The car came to a stop and my door opened up to let us out.

We immediately saw Kyle and darted towards him, especially Andy. Jumping on him, we got his usual bear hug.

“Well hello there, my favorite two ladies!” he grinned down at us, picking us both up in his arms and swinging us around while we scrambled for oxygen.

Setting us back down, he winked at Andy who playfully hit him back. Let the flirting begin. Plus, she’s tipsy so this could be highly entertaining for me or gag-worthy. Andy has her drinking stages:

Stage 1: The fun Andy.

Stage 2: The touchy Andy.

Stage 3: The flirty Andy.

Stage 4: The funny Andy. (My favorite one!)

Stage 5: The slutty Andy.

And if you hang around long enough, Stage 6: The emotional Andy. That’s not the prettiest Andy. She could end up fighting someone, literally! Or crying the whole night.

We stepped back from Kyle and handed him his ticket, making our way to the stadium. It’s so big! Looking up in awe, yep, I’m tipsy alright.

“You girls drunk?” Kyle laughed at us both.

We both shook our heads no, “Not yet!” Andy winked over her shoulder and walked on towards the doors. We handed over our tickets to the people and we got an escort to our seats, which are right down on the pitch.

Like I literally just have to hop the fence and I’m on the grass. This is crazy!

I’m wearing my jeans and a top. Andy said I can’t wear the jersey Delilah got me because she doesn’t have a jersey, but Kyle is wearing his. She didn’t want to feel left out so I didn’t wear it.

The stadium was packed with people for ten minutes before the players came from the tunnel. We were with the crowd, Kyle prefers it to the box seats, he likes the interaction and whatnot.

I wouldn’t know what to do if he wasn’t here, this is my first NFL game. So far, it’s pretty cool.

Pointing upwards to what looks like the box seats below the screen, “That’s where all the WAGS sit, usually Knox has tickets up there for games, but I prefer actually watching the game.

The girls up there usually are taking selfies with each other or are on calls,” he rolled his eyes, causing both Andy and I to cackle.

Looking around at the masses of people, a lot of them are wearing number 13, Knox’s number with his name written on the back. Especially the girls.

Knox is the Quarterback for the Giants, and according to Kyle, is the best one in the game. Hearing loads of them talking about how hot he is, blah blah blah. I rolled my eyes at them.

Overhearing a few conversations about him, “I heard this is near his section! He has two, one down here and one up in the box area where all the WAGS are! I want to be a WAG!” one girl cried desperately.

“Did you catch his new commercial? One word: sexy!” The usual chorus of, “He’s still single, so I’m going to make sure the camera catches me so he can see me on the big screen!” elicits a chuckle from me.

Our section is teeming with girls, not that Kyle or Andy notice—they’re too busy flirting with each other. Ugh!

The crowd starts to roar, particularly the females, and I glance toward the tunnel to see if the players are emerging. There’s no movement, but the noise is soon drowned out by a voice I know all too well.

I swivel to face the jumbotron at one end of the field and there it is—Knox’s new Calvin Klein underwear commercial. The screams from the desperate females behind me should’ve been a dead giveaway.

Rolling my eyes and laughing, I lean back into my seat, unable to tear my gaze from the screen.

The camera pans slowly up his tantalizing six-pack, perfectly tanned, to his hairless and silky smooth chest. As the camera continues its journey upward, the screams intensify until they reach his face.

His seductive smirk, aimed directly at the camera, sends the girls into a frenzy. The screams crescendo as the camera zooms out to reveal the bulge in his underwear.

“That’s probably a sock,” I comment, causing Kyle to burst into laughter.

“You’re probably the only girl who thinks that, Sis!” He playfully slaps my shoulder. The screams reach a fever pitch as the camera zooms back in on his eyes—those damn eyes!

Wait! No, no!

Stop that!

The commercial ends with his signature wink and smile, causing the entire stadium to swoon.

As the commercial transitions, sighs echo around the field, and I notice all the females with their phones pointed at the screen.

I have to admit, he looked good in the commercial, but I’d never say that to him or out loud, for that matter.

The stadium speakers blare music, igniting a cheer in the crowd—mainly squeals from the girls. Rolling my eyes, everyone rises to their feet.

That’s when I know the teams are making their grand entrances. With drinks in our hands, Kyle pulls us to our feet and I look out onto the field.

The Giants emerge, screaming and bouncing off each other, psyching each other up for the game. It takes me a moment, but I spot Knox running out, helmet in hand, a focused look on his face.

He slaps hands with one of the guys, smiling at him. He walks over to a less crowded spot and scans the crowd. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.

I return the smile and he lifts his hand to wave at us.

That’s when the high-pitched squeals assault my ears, “OH MY GOD, he waved over here! OH MY GOD!”

Jesus, relax. I wave back and the two girls behind me voice their obnoxiously stupid opinions at me, while Kyle and Andy chat amongst themselves.

“Hey, he was waving at us! Not you!”

I turn around, smirk, and reply confidently, “You wish, bitches,” earning me a glare, which I return in kind.

This is what happens when I drink—I get super feisty. Actually, I’m feisty when I’m sober, too.

Then the Chargers run onto the field and I immediately lock eyes with Travis as he runs out. He waves at me, too. Knox sees this and glares at him.

They both smile at me and I take my seat. Kyle turns to me, “You know Travis?”

I nod, taking a gulp of my drink, “Yeah, he dropped off the tickets. Really nice guy!”

“He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”

I shake my head, and Andy butts in to discuss his visit.

“He gave her his number! He’s so hot! When is his Calvin Klein underwear commercial going to air?” she teases Kyle, who huffs in annoyance.

“Or better yet, when is your commercial coming on?” she winks, causing Kyle to grin and whisper something flirty in her ear. I can tell by the way she giggles at him.

Ugh, I hate being the third wheel! She’s definitely drunk and skipped a few stages. Let’s hope she doesn’t pick a fight tonight.

Settling back in our seats, we watch them warm up. Knox sneaks glances at us, though they’re not very sneaky.

Then he jogs over to one of the guys with an earpiece and speaks into the attached microphone. He maintains eye contact with me while Andy and Kyle are too busy to notice.

Trying to lip-read, I watch him for a while. He breaks our staring contest to watch someone jogging over to him with something in their hands.

He takes the items from the guy, smiling and thanking him.

He jogs over to the sideline, but keeps going. Oh god, he’s not coming over here, is he? Yep, he’s coming over. I see Travis watching him jog over and shift my gaze back to Knox.

“OH MY GOD, he’s coming over our way! SHIT! How do I look?” The girls behind me start to primp and preen as Knox heads in our direction. Desperate much?

He reaches us amid the screams of the girls, “Hey Knox!” “Knox! We love you!” You get the picture. Surprisingly, he ignores them, never breaking eye contact with me.

I start to feel butterflies in my stomach.

What the?

It’s just Knox, Alex!

Relax. This is definitely the alcohol talking.

“Here, baby doll! Put this on. Here, Andy,” he hands us two jerseys. I hold mine up and see the number 13—that’s his number—and turn it around to see Carter written on the back.

I gently set it back down, looking up to see him grinning at me. I’d always worn his jersey, having been born on the thirteenth of July. I used to pretend it was my birthday jersey, and I’d always wanted one that bore the name Thompson on the back.

I know, it sounds silly, doesn’t it?

“Put it on, baby doll,” he says, his grin widening. I pull it over my head, and Andy gasps.

“Oh my God! Alex, look up!” I glance up to see that I’m on the massive stadium screen with Knox. Damn! Now everyone watching this game knows I’m acquainted with Knox.

Embarrassed, I cover my face with my hands, and Knox starts to laugh. I part my fingers to shoot him a glare. He just stands there, smiling at me.

My heart starts to race a little. I’m not comfortable with this feeling. I notice his cheeks turning a bit red, and he averts his gaze to the ground. What’s going on with him?

“See you guys later! I gotta go,” he waves at us and jogs back to his team. I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from the back of his body, the way everything moves in sync with each step he takes.

~Stop checking him out, Alex!~

~You’re not like the other girls! STOP IT!~

This needs to seriously stop. I should just go ahead and check out the other players on the field. Before I manage to tear my eyes away from him, he reaches his teammates and turns back around to give us one last look.

But his eyes don’t leave mine until he breaks contact and focuses on his teammates.

~What was in that champagne? Am I hallucinating?~

~I need to slow down on the alcohol!~

The halftime score is twenty-three to twenty-one in favor of the Giants. I honestly don’t have a clue what’s going on in the game. But I know that it’s a close game! I should learn, shouldn’t I?