Resist Me

Prologue

Lincoln

When I thought of skilled football players, I imagined them saying something along the lines of, “Ever since I was strong enough to hold a football…” yadda, yadda, yadda. It was their life, their passion, their entire purpose.

I didn’t pick up a football until I was a sophomore in high school. Sports weren’t really my thing. At least, not with an official team. I’d play basketball with friends after school and I liked to work out. I wasn’t a competitive person, so I never imagined I’d be the star quarterback at a major university. Was I going to enter the NFL draft? No.

It wasn’t my passion, but it was cool. I loved the game and I took to it quickly when the coach convinced me to join the team in high school. A natural was what he’d called me. Yeah, I fell in love with it but like I said, I didn’t let this shit consume my life more than it had to.

But he did.

West Densmore waltzed into this place with an ego the size of fucking Texas. He was taking my spot when I was done here, which was cool. I thought I’d train him up a bit, make sure he was ready for when I left. That wasn’t what happened because he was completely insane.

This guy challenged me at every turn. He tried to appeal to my friends when I wasn’t around and had tried to throw hands on more than one occasion. If he would’ve come in here like a normal person, with just an ounce of humility, things might be fine. But he pissed me off the moment I met him. Ergo, I couldn’t stand him.

Apparently, he hated me too. Good. He wanted my spot and he was an idiot because it wasn’t a competition. The spot was his. But because he was a dick, especially after winter break, I decided it’d be my life’s mission to make it hard for him.

That was the thing about West. He was the guy I described earlier. His entire life was football. Without it, what was he? Nothing. He exuded fake confidence and tried to pass himself off as a badass. Really, he was a scared little pup desperate for acceptance, and he made that everyone else’s problem.

Had I mentioned that I hated him?

We only had one more game in the season, but I had a feeling he’d try to make my life hell until I graduated. I could give hell right back.

Screw West Densmore.