Free The Wide Receiver's Baby by Jessica Evans

so embarrassing. That all I could think to do was grab Brian and leave. He was sitting on the bench. The coach was telling me that I couldn't do that, in the middle of the game.
    I had fire in my eyes and Dad's smile was hurting my head. It all happened so quickly, that I forgot what was on my mind before the game.
    Logan.
    My phone started ringing and if he had called twenty minutes ago, I would have spoken to him. All I could do right now was leave the game. Switch of my phone and put it in my pocket and with Brian practically hopping home, I hoped that Marie was still there. I needed answers, quickly and most of all I wanted them today.
     
     

 
    Chapter Twenty Three
    Logan
 
    Four weeks later and John nervously stood at my door, “Can we talk to you for a second?” he was  looking at the ground. I didn’t mind being disturbed, I tended to leave the door open, but if I was speaking to Alexa or one of the guys from my frat then the door would be closed, even fucking locked.
I knew what this was about, but I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Just that we were wondering...”
‘We’ tended to mean him and Steven. One thing I’d learned about my roommates was that they were as transparent as hell. It didn’t take long before Reg, just like me, became a member of his frat, and between hanging around with them and people on his course, I hardly saw him. It took him exactly three days to dump his girlfriend from home. He proudly said, ‘Why put off the inevitable?’ and encouraged me to do the same with Alexa. When I told him that it would be like me not playing ball, he told me that I was far too dramatic for him.
Maybe he was right!
I knew one thing:  it would take a miracle before I split up with her, and it certainly wouldn’t be over any of these cheerleaders. I saw that the rumors were true, they were here for only one thing and it wasn’t to cheer.
“Okay?”
John quickly sat on my bed and started to talk. I had a bad hangover. Alexa had been  supposed to arrive today. She’d sent me some shitty message yesterday saying that she couldn’t come - after I had cleaned up my room.
God, I hadn’t even cleaned it up before Mom came, but Alexa.... I’d wanted it to be special and here, she couldn’t even be bothered to call me. An email. She knew that was the lamest way to contact anyone these days. That was why there were hundreds of apps for phones or even social media, who sends emails, apart from people who work in offices? I had asked Mom if something was going on with her and she said that she was at their house and to let me know that the shit had hit the fan. But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t call me.
I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out if I should just fly down there for a weekend, now that I was back in the land of the living; it had been a rough first week. I had drunk too much and been involved in every prank under the sun just to join the damn DKE. It was my calling they said, that was until things went a little too far with the Lioness, aka Ruth Jenkins, who’d tried to kiss me to celebrate me joining the DKE.  I’d managed to pull back in time, but I knew that wouldn’t stop her from trying. She’d called me a teaser. No, I just wasn’t interested, but she didn't seem to understand that part.
“We just don’t know if this whole thing is a good arrangement?”
I’d had a feeling that this was coming, but I hadn’t thought it would be this soon.
“Can I show you something?”
I nodded my head and my followed him into his room, cringing at the idea that one of the guys had played a prank on him. I’d told them to leave him alone, but once word got out on campus about his room, everyone wanted to see if it was true.
“This!” he pointed to his room which had been covered in tits from all over the world. It was now replaced with the complete opposite, and by the look on John’s face he didn’t appreciate it one little bit.
“Ben,” I whispered