Just another picture of what jerseys look like. I know that brown isn't that nice of a colour, but it seems like the only colour that would match the mascot. Coming up with the names and mascots for all of these school was honestly harder than I thought. But I did it sooooo.... Anyways, hope you enjoy today's chapter.

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"Turn right." Siri instructed.

I had never delivered a letter to anyone in this part of Pennsylvania before. There was barely any big buildings around. It was mostly just small and adorable homes.

They reminded me of the first house I had lived in. A small two bedroom, white bungalow with a beautiful rose bush in the front. We eventually had to move when Baylor and I got too big to keep sharing a room. The house we live in now is about four times the size of our old one.

My parents had bought it when my dad established the Junior Bowl, and we made sure the basement was big enough for all twelve quarterbacks to stay.

I looked up at the decently small high school in front of me. It was only one story and by the looks of it, didn't have a football field.

"You have reached your destination." Siri spoke again.

"No, I don't think I have." I told Siri as I looked out my window at the empty parking lot.

Where the actual hell is everyone?

The brick building had St. Johnson Heights painted over the front entrance.

So I was at the right school. But there were no football players. There wasn't even a field.

I glanced out my other window and spotted two guys walking down the street. They were carrying football helmets and padding.

I guess it couldn't hurt to follow them, right?

Locking my car, i stayed about ten feet away from them.

The late afternoon sun beamed down stronger than ever, causing me to sweat a little. Thank god I was wearing a tank top.

There were absolutely no cars on the road, allowing me to hear the conversation of the guys in front of me.

"Damn if we're late to practice we'll be runnin laps until our legs fall off." The guy on the left spoke, as his pace quickened.

"Keenan's had us busting our asses this whole damned season." The guy on the right said, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"He thinks we're gonna make the Junior Bowl. But there ain't a chance. We're a good team but there's no way we're the best in the state."

Well I'm about to make these guys a hell of a lot happier.

"Don't tell Keenan though, or he'll push us even damned harder."

The guys turned a corner and the field came in to view. There were already players dressed and running laps.

"Aww shit we're late." The blonde guy stated and they bolted to the building next to the field.

I scanned the swarm of players.

How on God's green earth was I supposed to find this Keenan Ward dude when all these guys look the same. They didn't even have names or numbers on they're jerseys. They were wearing they're practice jerseys.

I sigh, and headed towards the bench where a middle aged man stood.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

He turned around, his grey brows raised and his arms crossed over his chest.

He looked to be in his mid forties, his dirty blonde hair had grey steaks in it, and his chin covered in stubble.

"How can I help ya darling?"

"I'm looking for Keenan Ward." I held the letter up.

The man nodded and turned back toward the players. He blew the whistle that hung around his neck. All the guys stopped dead in their tracks and gave their attention to the coach.

"Ward, this girl's got something for ya." Coach motioned for him to come over here.

The way he worded it caused a few deep chuckles. A guy not quite six feet tall jogged over to me. He took off his helmet, and I'm sure my eyes doubled in size.

He was a whole damned snack.

The picture Baylor had shown me did not do him justice.

His helmet hair was fluffy and streaked with blonde. The freckles on his face contrasted with his his tanned skin. And his strong jawline was freshly shaven.

I felt the tips of my ears, and my cheeks heat up and I handed him the letter.

Confusion crossed his face and he opened it. But his expression quickly changed as he read the letter.

"Oh my lord." He cried pulling me in for a hug, before quickly dropping me. "Sorry," He apologized. "I'm just really happy."

The smile on his face made me happy. It reminded me why I delivered these letters.

He ran back over to his teammates to deliver the news.

And I headed over towards the change room.

While the group of guys celebrated with bro hugs and high fives, I slipped in to the change room.

For the second time today I became overwhelmed with the smell of deodorant, cologne, and sweat.

I quickly noticed that this change room didn't have lockers. All of their things were in cubbies. And the jerseys hung up neatly.

Bingo.

I stanched all the jerseys off their hangers and shoved them in my already full duffle bag.

Once I got what I needed I pulled my hoodie on and put the hood up. I ran full speed out of the building, and down the street.

One of the jersey's fell out of my bag, and I turned around to get it.

"Hey!" Someone yelled. "What the hell are you doing.

Realizing was about to get caught I picked up the brown piece of fabric and ran faster than Usain Bolt.

"She has our jerseys, get her!"

Next thing I knew there was an entire football team chasing after me.

I ran around the school and they followed me.

There was absolutely no way I could get in my car while all these people chased me.

I turned to look behind me and saw Keenan hot on my tail. He reached for my bag, but I managed to keep it from his reach.

Where was I supposed to even go? I didn't know my way around this place.

Keenan reached for my bag again and lunged forward, I kept running, and Keenan fell flat on his gorgeous face.

He ate shit, and the rest of the team toppled down behind him like dominos.

I threw myself in to my jeep and reeled out of there.

Adrenaline pumped in my veins.

That was insane.

And that run made me hungry.

Pulling over on to the side of the road, I put the directions to the nearest Chick-Fil-A in to my phone.

Following Siri's instructions I reached the restaurant. I went through the drive tru and got my food.

I didn't want to go into the restaurant, but I still wanted to sit and eat.

I had a few texts on my phone. One from my mom, telling me that my dad wanted me to call him. And six texts from Dean

Dean:

WTFFF!!

Someone stole the jerseys.

SOMEONE STOLE ALMOST THE WHOLE TEAM'S JERSEYS!!!

Like what the hell?!

Seriously who does that???

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO WITHOUT ANY JERSEYS????!!!!

A mischievous smirk spread across my face.

He's really gonna hate me when he finds out it was me.

But I think its totally worth it.

I shoved some chicken in my mouth and typed a reply.

Me:

Thats insane. Do you have any idea who it is?

Dean:

No. Someone snatched them while we were in practice.

Me:

They just took all the jerseys?

Dean:

Not all of them but most of them.

Idk what to do. Not even my dad knows.

Me:

Get him to talk to my dad. Maybe they'll figure something out.

Dean:

Yeah, maybe.

Are you busy tonight?

Me:

I'm not sure. In Pennsylvania rn. Not sure when I'll get home.

Dean:

Let me know.

Me:

I will.

I gotta go, see ya.

Dean:

Bye

I opened my contacts and called my dad.

"Hello?"

"Hey dad. Mom said to I needed to call you."

"Yeah, Umm," I heard him riffle around with some papers. "Can you make it to West Virginia tonight? I'll book a hotel room for you so you can go straight to Virginia and North Carolina tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah I guess."

"Okay, so West Virginia, you're going to St. Lincoln Boys Secondary School, and you're looking for Evan Davidson. They have a practice at seven and they should be done by nine, nine thirtyish. Baylor will text you a picture of him."

"Okay. Thanks dad. See ya later."

"Bye sweetie. Love ya."

"love you too."

Well, guess I'm going to west Virginia.

I gave Dean one last text.

Me:

Sorry, can't hang out tonight. I'm headed for West Virginia.

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Second chapter! A little bit longer than the last one. I'm going to keep making these chapters longer. So yeah. What do y'all think of Keenan. I think he's pretty damned hot.

~Grace🏈