“From what you’ve told us, it looks like he has already dominated you pretty good,” Cody grins, his sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. I blush, not really knowing what to say, but the girls just ignore Cody, Kim’s stepbrother—or should I say Kim’s man?
“And, you know, how big is he?” Ashley asks me, leaning into me with hungry eyes.
“He’s big. Like, really big,” I tell her, and Cody just sighs heavily, placing his arm over Kim and leaning back in his seat.
“It’s not fair, Ashley,” Becca protests mockingly, “Fee didn’t even want to go the game. Why did Danny ask her out? I’m the die hard Nailers fan, not Fiona.”
“Maybe that’s exactly why he didn’t ask you, have you ever thought about that?” Ashley teases her.
It feels good to be in the Nailers’ stadium again, and surrounded with most of my close friends—Kim and Cody, Ashley, and Becca. Today, instead of the 50-yard-line, we’re sitting in one of the luxury skyboxes up above, a courtesy from Danny. I guess it pays off to be dating the team’s quarterback. Wait—did I really just say we’re dating? Because I’m not sure if we’re exactly dating. I mean, we went on a date and we fucked … It’s probably going to happen again, but I’m not sure if this is all going to blossom into something more. Right now, though, I can’t be bothered to think about the future. It feels good to be here and now.
Down below, the Nailers are kicking ass, again. After massacring the Miami MILFs last week, everyone’s expecting them to repeat that feat with the Chicago Pounders. Even though I’ve never been a big football fan, today I let the ‘game fever’ overtake me. I guess part of it has to do with the promise I made Danny; if he wins today, he’s going to get some. And I think I’m going to have a little surprise for him.
“It seems what you’ve told him is really working…
” Becca says, looking down at the field as Danny makes another wild pass from behind the 50-yard-line, sending the ball straight into the hands of the receiver just a few feet shy of the end zone.
“If he keeps playing like this, he’s going to be the MVP this year,” Cody says offhandedly, barely blinking as he watches the game. “I don’t remember the Nailers ever having a season as good as this.”
“Watch out, Fiona,” Kim punches me in the arm playfully, “the league might consider you a performance enhancer.” Yeah, sure, like Danny needs any kind of performance enhancer. Still, I gotta give it to Becca; he’s really crushing it on the field. Is it because of what I’ve told him…? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is.
“Fuck, he’s on fire,” Cody breathes out, talking to himself, his eyes following Danny as he dashes down the field with the ball clutched against his chest. He runs past a small army of defensive linemen, brushing off whoever tries to hold him down, and then dives head first into the end zone. 23-0 for the Nailers; good luck trying to come back from this, Pounders.
“I don’t really know—or care—what you’ve promised him, but it sure as fuck seems to be working…” Cody says, looking at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to the game down below.
Twenty minutes later, when Danny manages another pass that leads to an easy touchdown, it seems that the whole stadium has gone insane. Some people are chanting ‘Super Bowl’, others are chanting ‘MVP’, but the majority has settled for screaming out ‘Manning’ at the top of their lungs. It’s insane.
I look at his giant image on the jumbotron, and I can’t help but remember how good it felt to be with him in his apartment… It’s all a bit surreal, isn’t it? One moment I’m watching a game, the next I’m fucking the best quarterback in the league.
By the time the game ends, the whole stadium is chanting Danny’s name as if he’s some kind of messiah; well, aside from the few Pounders’ fans in here, but even they're impressed by what Danny did on the field. The game ended 42-0 for the Nailers, which is not the kind of result you see every day, and more amazing than that is the fact that Danny was involved in every winning play. He was on fire… and now, so am I.
“I guess now you owe me,” Ashley laughs, turning to me and gently touching my arm.
“I guess I do,” I reply, already imagining all the things we’re going to do once we go back to his place. I take my cellphone out of my purse and, as I start writing him a text asking him where I should meet him, something crosses my mind. Why wait?
I jump out of my seat, my heart beating so fast I feel dizzy as I stand up. With both my hands on Ashley’s shoulders, I lean in and whisper into her ear. Her smile becomes wider and wider as I speak, and then she just laughs.
“You’re completely insane,” she chuckles, but she grabs what I want from inside her purse all the same and hands it to me.
“No way,” Becca laughs as she realizes what I have in my hand. “Don’t tell me you’re--”
“That’s right,” I grin, winking at the girls while Cody looks at me with one arched eyebrow and an amused smile.
“Time for me to go,” I tell them, turning on my heels and walking out of the skybox as quickly as I can. There’s a place I need to be in right now, and it simply can’t wait.
29
Danny
“How do you feel?”
“Do you believe you’re going to be this year’s MVP?”
“You think the Nailers will be this Super Bowl’s winner?”
The journalists surround me like a swarm of overly excited bees, firing question after question. “Alright, one at a time, folks,” I say, raising both hands up in the air and trying to calm them.
“How do you feel about the Nailers’ chances of winning this year’s Super Bowl?” A petite brunette with a fiery attitude asks right away in one single breath, shoving her red microphone just a few inches from my mouth.