My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  It does not care to be the quarterback at UCLA, who are the son of one of the richest men of the coast, is not interested in the limelight I focused on my life. You can see me only as Logan and not as JJ, and I wish I could be Logan a lifetime.

  "I'm sorry for Bettany ', looks at me sideways," You should not get in the way. "

  It's right, but the instinct to protect it is taken even before I could and could not stop.

  "You've known for a long time?" I would answer that question, but I have no choice.

  "For too long," he admits, looking at a random point in front of me.

  "I heard you when you said you abide away, you had a deal. This agreement provides for you? "Shit, sigh passendomi his hands through his hair, I turn to her, although now I is not looking, I felt his eyes ran over me. "Maybe." He shrugs trying to shake off the dreary feel of his mouth against mine. Everything that was as natural as breathing and fuck with no ties, at this time while I'm with her, she gives me the time stomach. "Because I Logan? You can have all the girls want. "I pause, and she does the same meeting my gaze that falls in her.

  "All but the one I really want." He does not say anything and starts walking.

  "Do not you trust? That's the problem? "I asked. He smiles forcibly.

  "You think it's just a matter of trust? What makes you think you I could be of interest? "I pretend not to have just received a punch in the stomach, maybe my ego fuck is really huge, no one has ever refused me and did not know what flavor would have until it is exploded on her mouth fleshy and perfect.

  "Touche. You know, usually I struggle to scrollarmele off "comments ironically, trying to defuse the tension.

  "With me you will not have a similar Jhonson problem." I carry a hand to his chest pretending to be hurt, even if a part of me is really, but I know I have to change her pattern if I want to set my touchdown in his heart splintered.

  "So I kill Murphy." I can tear a laugh, the sound that echoes to the beach is music to my ears, I could never get tired of hearing it.

  "I can officially say that we have made progress, we're not screaming on me, I still have my jewelry

  family in their place, and made you laugh. I deserve a prize, do not you think? "Twists his mouth, bending it to one side, a small dimple appears under my watchful eyes.

  "And we feel, what reward would you?" Me being served on a silver platter, but I think it is not appropriate to say no filter what I'd really like, because I would have too many plans for her.

  "A dinner, just one." I am happy to have erased from his face that dense fog that was interposed between us, had brought anywhere, is here now, with a smile stuck on his face, is not sincere, I see it but for now I'm at his game.

  I'm studying my opponent, I'm looking at what about his body, before his own words.

  "A dinner? Serious? "The eyebrows dart on wholesale in one click, I know it's a gamble, and I'm going to catch me yet another no, but I do not care. "Very serious, I promise to keep your hands to yourself."

  Porto three fingers joined at the forehead and say, "Scout's honor." Okay, this could risparmiarmela as Carrie seems to have no intention to stop laughing.

  "I can not believe you were a lion, a bear embraces all or what?"

  The reel words in his breath and I can not help myself over it myself, I follow a wheel bursting into laughter. "Bear hugs all like," I admit, spreading his arms and head of her steps back on his feet.

  "You're about to lose your Jhonson jewels' threat, stifling another laugh. I raise my hands in surrender.

  "Okay, come on, I'll take you home." I do not know what happened tonight, what has changed between me and her, but I know that there is something different, and I will do everything not to send him to hell.

  On the way to the Hill, falls silent again, it let only the music played on the radio to fill the cabin space. Carrie has her head turned towards the ocean that takes us along the way, I swirled in her thoughts, hear them, understand them and make them mine to rip his mind.

  "We should organize ourselves to the task of Saturday," I remember them when through Westwood.

  "Tomorrow night I can not," answers almost without looking uncomfortable.

  "Shit, tomorrow is Tuesday, not even I could have, is the birthday of one of our teammates, I had completely forgotten." Stopping my Escalade in front of the palace of his student.

  "We will recover Wednesday then." He starts to open the door, and instinctively I wrap his wrist between my fingers, I draw slowly toward me. "After our dinner?" Gamble. I have not forgotten, and she has not answered yet.

  That melted caramel that is the color of his gaze rests on the movement of my lips, which are clamped in front of that vision that makes me dry out your throat.

  "Maybe," he whispers, with a mischievous note that I should be given as soon shows his eyes into mine, I sink there

  where they are, and sketch a smile before letting go. I follow her figure disappears behind the door, and the rest still there, staring at the house, thinking about her perfume, and how do I feel every time I am near.

  This morning we have not even met in passing, I wanted to call her, but I thought to leave its spaces. I think you did not tell me anything about his past, but it's like at the same time admitting to not being able to cope with his grief, he had said too much.

  I look at my boys on the field of a bright green under

  one scorching that can make us Pearl sweat just standing still, we are preparing for a practice game. Blaze, who is my co-captain, has the reins of what for now is my opponent's team.

  "Ready to take them?" Threat, jokingly puffing out his chest, I know what is due that smile cock that is on the face.

  Tiana has had breakfast with us this morning, I did not ask how are things between them, but I think it's pretty obvious that the blonde send in ecstasy my best friend.

  "Ready to mettertelo up your ass" I say, putting on Scrimmage line, in front of others Lineman. Carter gets ready for the snap, squatting on the ground with his hand on the ball, I behind his ass with outstretched hands between her legs.

  "Snap Count of three," I say, looking towards Lex, my Tight End, which mocks his brother before him, both are ready to attack.

  "Hut! Hut! Hut! "Scream, Carter passes me the ball between his legs, I let it roll slightly off of hands, do the lever arm and the launch in the Lex grabs. It's my fucking lightning starts to grind yards, trying to tackle him, I follow him into the opposite line, our eyes intercept, they do not need words.

  The ball falls straight in my hands, I hold it close to his chest and bring my child to the crushing goal over the line.

  "And it is he, the one and only, Logan James Jhonson, bow down to the Emperor of touchdown," Lex screams, his hands in front of your mouth cup. Grin satisfied.

  "Only brother ass, ass only" grunts Blaze.

  "All right, brother, then you'll want to wipe at least if you want to score a point." I stepped on a punch on the shoulder. We continue to run, in electroplating, to retrieve the ball until we are exhausted, and the muscles are now on fire, but the body is satisfied by this. I love this sport, I am all I want to do for the rest of my life if I could. The thought that everything I going to fade in the eyes, you hear a crash that collide with the stomach that is contracted to the empty feeling that starts to try.

  "JJ, in my office." Mora stands at the door of the locker room, and I follow him, I already know what to tell me, and now I

  I can no longer hide behind false lies.

  "Close the door" intimate me, leaning with your body weight against the desk, arms folded across his chest.

  I'm covered in sweat, his shirt and stuck to his chest heaving.

  "So do you want to explain what the hell's going through your head?" Barks, jaw shrinks.

  "You have two contracts for the NFL just waiting for your name. You jump JJ, the great leap that everyone would like to do, but that few succeed. "I know, that certain opportunities are unique, which is why it is so difficult t
o admit the reality, behind which I hid, I am hoping that my father actually saw in my eyes and realized what I wanted to do with my life.

  "It can also rip, I can not accept!" I hiss between his teeth, his nostrils dilate, the words fall upon me, crushing me, thinking that I had spoken was one thing, high puts me tell her voice hard-nosed against a game that I lost even before the kick off.

  "What are you saying? Perhaps you are mad? "I shake my head in disbelief myself to those who have already decided everything for me.

  "My father wants to specialize me, and to become a doctor, as it was my mother." Maybe that's why I can not rebel against his ideas, his impositions, it is as if trying to keep his memory alive with me, In me.

  Mora watches me carefully.

  "Your father does not want to play at a professional level?"

  He says it as if it were almost a blasphemy, and for most Americans it is, football is a ritual, a reverence. Who would not want to see his son make his debut in the NFL? Only one, my.

  "You heard correctly, one has seen one of my games? No. So do not waste time to pick up the phone, because they will never have time to talk about my sporting future, indeed, not my future. Now excuse me, I'm going to take a shower. "

  I turn, but before you grab the handle in his hands, I turn just over his shoulder.

  "You can stay with us this thing? You know, the boys better not to know. "Do not expect me to answer, I know Mora for three years now, so I know that only these four walls will keep my secret. I'm their captain, the one who made plans with each of them, dreaming together to play as holders on the same team, or give them to us on the field and then go and get us a drink together, but this will never happen, not for me.

  As per ritual for every birthday of respect, we turn to a few clubs in the city, without making excesses, alcohol or nearly zero. We delight in a few games of pool or darts, and Carter, the birthday boy does not seem to appreciate too. All we laugh, but he does not know that his party is about to take off right now. We park at the back of Molly's Kiss, we have to be discreet, and ten football players, as big as wardrobes, certainly not go unnoticed. But if it turns out that we are about to pass through the doors of a Night-club, Mora will make us the butt strips as our flag, complete with stars in tow.

  "I can not believe," says Carter, from the backseat leaning forward between me and Blaze.

  "Man is about my" Gus gives him a pat on the back, and a little later a blonde in a black lace bodice skimpy on real stilts opens the back of the room door. We jump out of the car and enter the accalcandoci flying down the narrow hallway.

  "Stay away from my ass" Lex points out, one of my Bryan Defensive End.

  "As good kids" I take them around, just before the red and blue strobe lights accompanied by low music we invest. I almost feel out of place to observe half undressed girls who perform in their super sexy lapdance.

  "That's mine!" Carter breaks away from the group and sits in front of the raised dais, where a round, firm buttocks sways to the rhythm of Rock Bottom notes of Hailee Steinfeld.

  We follow all sitting down in a circle. The girl has long hair of an almost fluorescent pink that blends in with the color of lingerie set wearing skimpy. The hands grip the pole and circling around it making one complete rotation, then freeze as soon as our eyes collide, incastrandosi almost in a crash.

  The heart skips a beat when I recognize the color of her eyes disguised as an eyeglasses frame from striking.

  Serro hands into fists in disbelief at the fact that her semi naked body is at the mercy of my friends, I feel a knot

  formed in his throat that almost suffocates me. Carrie turns to another girl, which, with a nod invited her to go on stage, nobody noticed anything, darted his eyes to my teammates, too lost by the new performance.

  Without attracting the eye I stand up, and I follow that of fucking wig that are almost ready to tear his head. Is about to shut the door on him, but the block with the full weight of my hand, steps back surprised and terrified at the same time.

  "Is this what you do? You naked and dancing pigs drooling you behind? "I can not appease the anger I feel fit behind me, I can not even look at her, knowing that her whole body was the fantasy of some asshole, that was close the skin to insert a fucking bill in the thong tissue flap.

  "Bloody hell, Carrie!" Yelled, rubbing my face, I still can not believe it.

  "Go Logan, you have no right to judge me," retorts angrily, wrapping himself in a dressing gown of black satin.

  "I'm not a fucking right? It's where you're wrong, but I do not understand you're sending me out of your mind? I'm damn, fucking jealous of you, of everything that concerns you. Fuck Carrie, how can you not understand that! "I'm reeling in the air we feel faint, the scream against and she looks at me as if I had even spoken those words.

  "You can not be, and you know it." His voice so calm sends me

  into a rage, not flustered, she stands still with her arms folded on his chest. The hand grabs and so I draw near to our foreheads touching.

  "Get dressed, I'll take you away from here. Now. "Ordino furious. She stares at me for an instant, before taking one step back and say: "And if you do not want?"

  11

  BROKEN DREAMS

  Carrie

  Shit. Shit. Damn shit. Of all the places that are all over Los Angeles, they were to come here, of course, because the universe is running backwards in my life. Such is the contrary that I find myself half naked with a dingy faux black satin robe that covers me barely up to his seat.

  Logan is furious, I can not figure out what steps in his head, frowning, emphasizes two deep lines, his eyes narrowed, peering incredulously me from head to foot.

  Here Logan, well come in my fucking life. I want to scream at him, but I do not, I will just pretend that his words I have not remotely touched: I do not have a fucking right? It's where you're wrong, but I do not understand you're sending me out of your mind? I'm damn, fucking jealous of

  you, everything about you. Fuck Carrie how can you not understand!Instead they have penetrated deeply into the skin, where many small shivers have crossed me. In the mind, where the desire to shout again: Why me? It is so strong that tightens my throat, and not emit a breath. In a heart that for a second too long have missed a beat you stole me.

  And so Logan, you do not know, but every moment that it takes my life, a piece of me starts to belong to you, and I fear, a fear damned.

  "Get dressed, I'll take you away from here. Now! "I look at him intensely, I know that look is dangerous, that only stay close to him makes the land on which way a minefield, and that's why I step back.

  "And if you do not want?"

  Do not vacillate, my voice, my feelings I will never betray, or nearly so, I can shatter into small pieces, and no one would realize. It already happened.

  His eyes shell, I see the blue turn into an ocean illuminated by the dark of night. The shoulders stiffen in one click, just pray for him to leave, and as if he had listened to me is what he does. It gives me one last look before you turn your back, and slam the door.

  Hands take trembling, clutching two punches to the shit I wear fabric. "Now ... now passes goes" I repeat to myself, because it is as it should be, even if the humiliation that I feel being a master in me is a punch in the stomach, and I wonder how many shots

  Low has yet to get me my life. Fixed my imagines the mirror, the wig of a fluorescent fuchsia that falls past her shoulders, big glasses from the flashy hype, so much makeup that covers my eyes, that I could not myself recognize me.

  "Where have you gone Carrie?" I whisper, without getting any answer, I have not changed, I have changed is different.

  The door flies open in a crash, making me wince. I do not have the time to understand what's going on, that I find myself head down staring at the ass of Logan walking sent along the secondary corridor to the dressing rooms, which leads to a service exit.

  "Put me. Immediately. Down! "Pesto fists on his powerful back, darting
muscles with every step, but it's like I was a fly that crashes into the windshield of the car.

  "You bet you put down Murphy, only when your sweet ass will touch the seat of my Escalade." I feel the veins of his throbbing arm around taking my legs, skin against skin that may burn at any moment other and reduce us in ash at this instant. A thud, and the wet breeze that caresses me, makes me realize that we are in the parking lot.

  "What are you doing, anyway?" I try to wriggle without any success, let alone, crushes steers on the field every day, I could never escape. "Will you at least answer me?" The white shirt is lifted soon, and I morsicandolo advent.

  "Shit, are you crazy?" Barks, and settles me a spanking.

  "Ouch!" Almost scream, but not for the pain, but to the effect that the light touch, fast and precise gave to my body.

  With the other hand rummages in the pocket of stonewashed jeans that wrap around the thigh muscles. A couple of beeps trigger lock, and as if I were a postal package, throws me on the back of his car skin. Eyes against eyes, presses her breath, leans over to tie my seat belt.

  "It's not going anywhere until you explain to me why jobs that local process." Not me is asking, his tone is loaded with a mixture of power and anger that come together, not I rebel, just waiting for the right time, one in which he closed the door and I sling on it to open it.

  The power folding trip again Logan, a hint of a grin is going to go around to get to the driver's side.

  "I really think I'm going to snocciolarti the whys and how of my life?" Growl as soon sets into motion.

  "Oh, yes, and you will do small, all right." I look at the body, waiting for me to ribatta something else, but I do not, rest in silence, with an eye over the window, the sign of Molly's It becomes more and more distant. I'm sure now I fucking their jobs.

  I had already skipped a weekend for the arrival of Tia in the city, I am now virtually gone without notice. Christ when

  I'm pissed off. "You're wrong road, the student residence is not that way," I point out. Logan looks at me now, now the road and raises the stereo at full volume without answering, take Stradella Road for another ten minutes in which we let ourselves behind the Westwood neighborhood. Shortly after slowing down, and turn to the left, winding along a slope that stops in front of a huge golden gate with a written more than obvious, is set in motion with a mechanical hum, as soon as his fingers touch a button on the sunroof car.