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  Double-Teamed

  MMM Football Second Chance Romance

  By: Van Cole

  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Come Stalk Me!

  Foreword

  There’s nothing more difficult than keeping a secret in high school. Trust me, I’d know. That’s actually one of the many reasons I decide not to attend my 10 year reunion. But, when I find out a very close friend from high school is attending, I figured, why not. We were just friends back then, but I always had a major crush on him. A part of keeping my secret meant I could never tell him that. So, we casually catch up at the reunion, about him playing for the NFL, and we end up at his hotel room where his boyfriend is staying. What follows is a passionate whirlwind of hot, male threesome action where all my high school dreams come true. But, what happens when morning comes, when the alcohol stops working? Was it just a one night stand or is there more to our story?

  Double-Teamed

  Chapter 1

  Adam opened up his laptop, as he did every morning. He wanted to check his email before his sister arrived, as she told him she’d be in the neighborhood and wanted to drop by for a morning coffee. He liked it when she visited, but that happened less and less, because they were both busy with work and life in general. She recently got married, and they were planning on starting a family, so Adam cherished these peaceful moments with his sister, for as long as he could.

  He scanned his emails quickly and disinterestedly, then saw one from a person he hadn’t heard from in about 10 years. The subject of the email was just: Reunion.

  Adam turned sickly pale. He looked at the calendar on his laptop. Has it really been 10 years? His brain was in a state of disbelief, but the facts didn’t lie. Neither did the mirror.

  He opened the email and started reading aloud, skipping every other word.

  Dear Adam… cordially invited… 10 year high school reunion… would be a pleasure… everyone there….

  But, he stopped before even reaching the end. He saw no point in it. He wouldn’t be attending anyway. That was the end of it.

  At that moment, he heard the doorbell, and closed his laptop. Ten minutes later, he and his sister were sitting comfortably in the kitchen, at his big ivory colored, dining table, next to the open window. Adam had recently moved to the outskirts of the city, and every morning, instead of the hustle and bustle of the city, he’d hear occasional chatter of passing people and birds chirping from the nearby park. It was quite a change, and one he loved.

  “Anything new?” Stephanie was eyeing Adam from behind her coffee cup, taking a sip, then putting it back on the table, which separated them.

  “Yeah,” he nodded, with a mild lack of interest. “I got an invitation to go to our 10 year high school reunion.”

  “And?” she asked, expectantly.

  “What do you mean? Of course I’m not going,” he said, matter-of-factly.

  “Why?” she seemed surprised.

  “Are you seriously asking me that?” Adam frowned.

  He already drank his coffee in one go, as he usually does. Plus, he was a little agitated now because of that email. He really didn’t need that, especially now that things were going so well for him, both professionally and personally. His ex dumped him about 5 months ago, and Adam finally stopped moping about it, and continued with his life.

  “I really don’t understand,” she shrugged her shoulders.

  She was only 3 years younger than him, and sometimes, she acted like they were 10 years apart, or so it seemed to him.

  “You know what a horrible experience high school was for me,” Adam was still frowning.

  “But, it’s been 10 years,” she urged him, “people change.”

  “Oh, do they now?”

  He felt like he was snapping at her, but he didn’t really want to. He just wanted to forget all about that email invite he got, and go about his business as usual. Not like there was anybody he wanted to see anyway. But, it seemed that his sister just wouldn’t let this be.

  “They won’t stuff me into a locker this time. Probably cuz I don’t fit in there anymore. Luckily,” Adam continued, getting a horrifying glimpse of his high school days.

  The teasing, the bullying, the name calling. The last thing he wanted was to relive any of that in any form. He was just glad when it was finished, and ever since then, he had absolutely no intention of going back ever again. He even went so far as to promise himself that. Now, Stephanie was being a smart ass, telling him how therapeutic it would be for him to go.

  “Aren’t you being a little dramatic, Adam?” she rolled her eyes at him.

  “You were Miss Popularity. Everyone loved you. You’re not allowed to speak.”

  He grabbed his cup, forgetting that it was empty, brought it to his lips and only then realized there was nothing to swallow. He frowned, then put the cup back on the table.

  “I’m serious,” he spoke more calmly. “You go there to see people, right? Well, there’s no one I wanna see.”

  “Are you sure about that?” she tilted her head a little, asking this.

  “What do you mean?”

  “What about that guy you were best friends with?” she paused for a second, trying to remember his name. “You used to hang out with him like all the time.”

  “Blair Mathis?” Adam knew exactly who she meant. There was no else. There never was.

  “Yeah, Blair!” Stephanie nodded. “What about him?”

  “What about him?”

  “Don’t you wanna see him? Catch up? Have a drink?” she asked, and immediately noticed that the very mention of his name intrigued Adam.

  But, Adam wasn’t replying. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, miles away. He remembered Blair, his dark brown locks he never wanted to cut, his smart-guy comments when others would tease them. Adam never understood why kickers never got even half of the attention the quarterback or other players got. It didn’t seem fair. Somehow, he was never one of the guys. Adam knew how that felt. It was the first thing that brought them together.

  “Hey?” Stephanie waved her hand in front of him. “Earth to Adam?”

  “What?” Adam snapped back to reality. “What did you say?”

  “I asked why not see if he’ll be coming.”

  “We… lost touch.” Adam shrugged his shoulders, as if it was all out of his hands now.

  “There is no such thing as lost touch in the 21st century,” Stephanie extracted her smart phone out of her jean pocket and started typing. “Blair Mathis… let’s see…” she waited a few seconds, then continued. “There we go! He plays for the NFL… Wolf Pack... has Facebook, Instagram, Twitter… Just send him a message and voila! Now, you can’t say you lost touch.”

  She turned off her phone, placed it on the table and gave her brother a victorious look. She was a smartass and she knew it. They both knew it.

  “We haven’t spoken in years. I can’t just pop out of the blue like that, hey, what’s up, you going to the reunion?” Adam frowned again.

  “Why not?” she asked, “do you need a special reason to reach out to someone you used to be BFF with a long time ago?”

  “It’s just… silly,” he couldn’t think of a better word.

  “You’re so outdated,” Stephanie laughed. “It’s like you’re from the 50s or something.”

  Adam sighed. He knew she was right. He’d always been a little socially awkward, and even though he knew how to handle his phone and his laptop, he wasn’t a big fan of social media in general. He preferred eye to eye conversations and having real friends with real dates and real coffees to drink. Sometimes, even he himself thought he was so old-fashioned, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing he wanted to do about it, really.

  Their conversation continued on a pleasant note, Stephanie updated him on some of the things she was doing, including her new colleague, who was apparently very handsome and very single. However, Adam wasn’t really listening to what she was saying about this new guy, partly because he wasn’t interested in a new fling and especially not in a new relationship, as the wounds from the old one were still too fresh. Also, he was too focused on the possibility of seeing Blair after all this time.

  Chapter 2

  Adam was looking at a Facebook page on his laptop. The name before him was Blair Mathis. Since they weren’t friends, Adam could see only some info about him, and no photos. But, he had enough to go on, if he wanted to. At first, he thought of sending him just a basic message, but immediately changed his mind.

  “It’s stupid, isn’t it?” Adam eyed his cat lounging comfortably on the sofa.

  Orpheus opened his eyes, as if he knew that Adam was talk ing to him. His tail flicked to and from for a second, as if he was about to do something, but then it slumped back around his behind, and Orpheus’ eyes were closed once more.

  “Some help you are.”

  Adam adjusted his reading glasses, as if that gesture would reveal which course of action he should take. But, nothing happened. He was stuck in a limbo, and for a second, felt like that nerdy kid from high school again. A cluster of goosebumps ran up and down his back, as if the mere memory of that time made his entire body shiver with disapproval and a silly fear that it might happen again if he went to that reunion.

  Then, he checked Google, and lo and behold, there were many photos of Blair Mathis for the world to see. Adam’s finger scrolled fast, eager to see the change in his former friend’s appearance. To his surprise, Blair seemed to have change very little. His brown curls were darker now, but still there, untouched by time and scissors, and the dimples in his cheeks still had that devilishly boyish charm. Adam assumed Blair probably had it made with the ladies. Not that this came as a surprise. Girls were all over him, even back in high school. Yet, Blair was always too picky, always finding some fault with any girl that practically offered herself on a platter to him. Adam didn’t understand this, but he had no objections to his best friend spending the evening hanging out with him, instead of some girl. Adam himself kept shooting down offers from girls, but he had a different reason for that.

  Then suddenly, he heard his phone ring. He reached out and grabbed it, but the number displayed wasn’t any he recognized. He figured it was probably someone from work, as that was usually the case with unknown numbers.

  “Hello?” he replied in a casual, but businesslike tone.

  “Hi, is this Adam Thompson?” a female voice asked.

  “Yes?” Adam replied, not really sure if he was replying or asking another question.

  “Oh, hi!” the voice chirped another greeting, “this is Stella. Stella Rowen?” she added quickly, seeing that just her name didn’t really ring a bell.

  “Stella!” Adam replied quickly, remembering her as the girl who always organized all their gatherings in high school. Apparently, this position was still hers. “How are you?”

  “I’m good, thanks. Just got back from vacation, and my kids were being little rascals. I swear, this is the last time I’m taking them. Next time, it’s mom time! Oh, don’t mind me. I always say this, then I change my mind, hahaha!” she kept on yapping, as she usually did.

  Adam realized that his sister was wrong. Probably nothing’s changed that much, even after 10 years. People rarely change the core of their character, unless something life-altering happened.

  “Oh, but silly me! That’s not why I’m calling,” she continued to Adam’s slight annoyance, “I’m actually calling everyone who didn’t reply to my email about the reunion.”

  “Yeah, about that…” Adam scratched his head. “I was gonna reply, but…”

  “You have no idea how many people told me that!”

  “I can imagine,” Adam rolled his eyes, but then remembered what Stella was like in high school. If she was still anything like that, he shouldn’t be annoyed by her. He should feel sorry and be understanding.

  “Only about ten people RSVP’d,” she told him.

  “Oh?” Adam raised his eyebrows. He figured this was his way to find out if that special someone would be attending. “Do you think you could tell me who those people are?”

  “Why sure!” she jumped at the opportunity to talk about what she was doing, and obviously yearned for praise of a job well done. “Lemme just get my list… here… ahem… Jamie Mitchell, Ben Wells, Alana Espinoza, Charlie Collier, Blair Mathis, Beverly Hardy, Kayden Palmer, Ryleigh Chan, Lennox Barnes and Jada Turner,” she finished her list all proud, waiting for Adam to comment.

  The truth was, Adam was listening intently only until the fifth name. Then, Stella’s voice trailed off into oblivion, and all Adam could think about was confirming his arrival.

  “So, that’s all the people,” Stella added, expectantly.

  “I see,” Adam nodded.

  “And, because the rest of you people didn’t reply to my email, I have to go about it the old fashioned way,” she scolded him in a playful way, so Adam didn’t mind.

  “You’re really a doll for doing this. All of this,” Adam wanted to stroke her ego a little, seeing she really needed it.

  “Why, thank you!” Stella chirped from the other end of the line, more than happy to hear that. “Finally someone who appreciates all I do!”

  “I really do,” Adam continued nodding, more to Orpheus than to her really. “And, I’m real sorry I didn’t reply. I just got caught up in work,” he said the first thing on his mind.

  “I know,” she added. “That’s why I figured there was no point in sending a follow up email, but go straight for the phone!” she giggled.

  “Right you are,” Adam replied, “so, lemme just RSVP right now.”

  “So, you’re coming?” she asked, her tone of voice revealing that there was more to it than just mere reunion.

  It was then that Adam remembered - all those whispers between Stella and her friends when he’d pass them by, her awkward smiles and hello’s in the hallway, and the anonymous love notes he’d be getting, decorated with hearts about him and this other person, and how they belonged together but that it could never be. He still had them, all of them. The notes, the pressed flowers in between, everything nestled neatly in a little box, in his wardrobe. He never really knew who the notes were from, but something always told him it was Stella. Of course, he could never reciprocate her feeling because… Well, there were so many reasons, which he wasn’t able to tell her about back them.

  “Adam, are you there?” she whispered into the receiver, almost as if she was whispering in his ears, after a long session of love making.

  “Yes, yes, of course,” he replied quickly, realizing that he got lost in his own thoughts. “I’m coming. Sign me up.”

  “That’s wonderful,” she giggled, and he remembered the high school hallways once again. “I’m… so happy I’ll get to see you.”

  “I’m happy, too,” he replied, a little clumsily, realizing that if they prolong this conversation any more, it might transgress into a touchy area, one Adam wasn’t willing to go back to. “Stella, I’m really glad you called,” he started, hoping to end it quickly, “but I’m in the middle of something now, and I really have to go back to it.”

  “Oh, of course…”

  He heard disappointment in her voice, but it was not his place to comfort her.

  “See you at the reunion then,” he continued.

  “Of course,” she repeated, her voice now automatic and lacking that cheerfulness she had in the beginning.

  “Bye Stella!”

  Adam hung up the phone, without even waiting for her to say goodbye. It was already becoming a little unpleasant. He remembered how Blair used to make fun of Stella liking him so much, and how it was obvious to everyone but Adam. He was simply oblivious to people and things which didn’t concern him. Unfortunately for her, Stella was one of those people back in high school, and she was still one of those people now.

 

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