Kicked: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Read Online Free

feint to the left. I followed through with the move until the last second, kicking off and vaulting over his outstretched legs to the right.
    I was doing what I always did, what I was made to do, but I was still thinking about fucking Teagan. My cleats clawed their away across the Astroturf as I fought for my end goal, proving to myself every damn day that I was here, that it was all worth it.
    You don't recognize me, do you?
    A hard hit to my side sent me flying, crushing me beneath several hundred pounds of muscle as I was tackled to the ground, the ball still clutched at my side, Teagan's face still flickering in my mind. I didn't know why I was pulling this crap, pretending that I didn't know her—or acting like an asshole about it.
    “Seriously, Winship?” our defensive tackle, Kirk Godbersen, said as he pushed up and rose to his feet. With his dark goatee and his mountain of dreadlocks, he looked like a fucking pirate. “The hell is wrong with you? You've been screwing up all day.”
    I scowled and ignored him, standing up and raking my fingers through my hair.
    “I'm just having an off day, alright? Jesus.”
    “Tyce Winship having an off day?” Kai said as he came up behind me and tried to put an arm around my shoulders. With his sandy hair and his square chin, he looked like a hardcore viking. Pirates and vikings. That was my team in a nutshell. I shoved him off as our head coach, Deryl Landez, called for us to run the drill again. “I don't buy that. Something's up with you. Didn't enjoy your party last night?”
    I ignored my friend and moved across the field, doing my best to shut out everything and everyone around me. These guys, they'd become like family to me, but they still didn't know me. They didn't know where I came from or where I'd been, why I preferred to bail out on their parties sometimes and head down to the dorms or the apartments close to campus. Our locker room might have had marble floors and Ferrari leather chairs, but I was still me.
    I was Tyce Winship, trailer trash extraordinaire. I was the boy born on the wrong side of the tracks. I was the guy who fought tooth and nail to get where I was today, and I was the guy who stood on the back of his best friend to do it.
    Teagan Fletcher, she didn't know I recognized her, but I did.
    The thing was, I had no clue what to do about that.

    I spent the next three days running in the park, just on the off chance that I might come across Teagan again. As my sneakers pounded the pavement, I saw her face over and over again, that shocked expression when she tripped and fell into my arms.
    “Hey Winship!” I raised an arm and acknowledged the girls standing outside the gate to the dog park, leashes in their hands, Oregon Ducks merch across their full chests. I didn't know them, but it didn't matter. Guess they knew me.
    I smiled a self-satisfied smile as I cut across the bridge in a blur and ran down the sidewalk parallel to Autzen Stadium. It was a massive feat of engineering in green, yellow, and concrete, famous for being one of the loudest stadiums in the country. I should've felt proud right then and there, smashing the concrete next to the home base of my alma mater, basking in the glow of recognition and pride that flowed towards me from every corner of the community.
    But even the roar of the crowd couldn't drown out the nagging sensation that'd been bugging me since practice. Running around the park like an asshole was all fine and good except I knew it was a stall tactic. I definitely hadn't expected to see Teagan on the balcony that night, but it couldn't have been a coincidence. I didn't believe in coincidences. I believed in fucking fate.
    You know where she lives, asswad, I thought to myself as I continued to run along the edge of the park. Nothing was stopping me from turning around and heading towards her apartment. It would take me all of five minutes to get there, knock, wait for her surprised face to show up at the door. Maybe