Yes. Touchdown

He couldn’t believe it... Mark was through the gap and inbound for the touchdown zone.

25 yards...

20 yards...

15 yards...

There was no defender close enough to catch him now. Mark was flying, running as fast as he had ever done so before. Mainly because he was afraid of being tackled to the ground, Mark bolted to the end.

10 yards...

5 yards...

Touchdown!!

The Eagles students erupted from the grandstand. Even though there weren’t many of them, they made a huge noise for such a little crowd.

Mark stopped in the touchdown zone, unsure what to do, he had never expected to actually score in a match. He was soon mobbed by teammates all jumping over him, giving him high fives and hugs and chest bumps.

What the hell, he thought. He had done it, Mark scored a touchdown. Bryce was the last one to come over and see him, waiting for everyone else to clear out, “I FUCKING TOLD YOU! WHAT DID I SAY!”

Mark couldn’t get rid of his smile as he was embraced by the star Quarterback.

For that moment, everything that had gone wrong for him over the last few weeks seemed irrelevant, he felt like he was on top of the world, even if the Eagles were still getting smashed on the scoreboard.

Sitting on the bench as the defensive team took their place for the last few minutes, Mark glanced over at the cheerleaders on the side. Staring back at him was Tiffany. She was trying not to smile but she couldn’t help it, she was just as shocked as him but also very, very proud.

Mark’s cheeks went a little red as he smiled back at her before looking back at the ground in front of him. This moment just made him feel more guilty about what he had done to her, cheating and ruining the relationship. Hard for him to think about.

Little did he know, there was another girl in the stadium watching closely. Natalie sat with a couple of new friends in the grandstands, cheering his touchdown.

“That’s him!” he told one of her friends, “Rodgers... what’s he’s first name?”

Standing next to her was Cassidy of all people, smiling, surprised that the guy she had been talking about was Mark. “That’s Mark,” she told her.

“Mark... that’s the guy,” Natalie said, looking down from the grandstand, still beaming.