"So am I." He slung his athletic bag over his shoulder and winked at me. "It's okay. I like messes." Then he ran his gaze over me with a look on his face that said he wasn't lying. We made small talk as we walked to the SUB. In the food court, he ordered a large fries and a couple of pops. We found a table that overlooked the practice field where another frat/sorority team was practicing. "Never hurts to keep an eye on the competition." He shoved the fries to the center of the table to share. He was dead serious about the game and winning the tournament and the homecoming trophy. We discussed the team and practice. "You were impressive out there today," he said. "I mean it." "Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder. "You could have gone a little easier on me." He shrugged. "Why? The other girls won't. I thought you knew how to take a hit?" I sighed. "Not from a wall of solid muscle." He grinned like I was flirting with him. "And don't keep drawing a bull's-eye on me. You name me captain without seeing me in action in a single practice?
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