Ours, Chapter 9

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Nic took another bite of his burger, his second one today. He was starving. There were only a few games left before the finals, and coach had been riding the entire team extra hard. Nic wasn’t worried - he knew they’d win - but he was worn out. He was really looking forward to the season being over.

“Getting to eat this nice is the only good thing about being this dead-ass exhausted.” Nic popped his head up to see one of his teammates, Taylor, sitting across from him eating his own burgers. Taylor was a was a big guy, easily over six feet tall and pushing 220 lbs. He had dirty blonde hair, with a big barrel chest, which made him perfect for his position of linebacker on the team. Nic had played with him since freshman year.

“Yeah, my mom’s been making all my favorite shit on the nights before and after a game.” Nic smiled at the thought. His mom was awesome.

“Lucky. My mom can’t cook for shit.” Taylor tore another bite from his burger. “Uthually juth end up ordering a couple of pithas.”

“I’ll be glad when it’s over… but I will miss all the food,” Nic said with feigned wistfulness.

Wordless, Taylor held out his burger to him in a ‘cheers’ motion as he continued to eat.

“The struggles of being a high school football player,” Derek teased, having watched their display silently for his own seat.

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