Ooh check out the disclaimer in chapter 1, life to too short to repeat stupid things.
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Six years ago…
If anyone had told Tim Riggins he'd fall head over heels for a girl with a sword-sharp tongue and a wicked left hook, he'd have probably thought they were drunker than him at his best. All his life he'd avoided girls like her, too much effort for sex, besides there were plenty of others to relieve that itch.
Lyla had meant to be a quick lay but had developed into a slightly unhealthy obsession. Tyra was good for awhile…well she was great…but sometimes too free in her favors with other guys, then again so was he and they weren't meant to last; they both knew it. Then there was Julie Taylor: forbidden fruit of the sweetest kind he barely had a taste of, not only was she the COACH's daughter, she was far too innocent and pure for his appetite. There, of course, were the countless faceless cheerleaders and rally girls ready and willing. Oh and who could forget Jackie Miller, apparently too desperate and broken enough to fuck her 17 year old neighbor then later his older brother.
In the small town of Dillon, Texas many a young women knew the pleasures of Tim Riggins or at least heard the rumors and fantasized (just as many older women did in secret). But admittedly, Tim could have desperately used the change whether he realized it or not. And change was going to happen with or without his consent.
The first change happened when their first string kicker Brad Thompson broke his ankle jumping over the parking meters 'downtown'. The second string guy then became a nervous wreck worse than Matt on his first game. The prospects of winning the season looked grim.
Coach Eric Taylor loathed the idea of trying to recruit someone midseason until he happened to pass by the football field where an impromptu soccer game was played on his way to his car. Actually Coach Taylor's sudden change of mind had nothing to do with the game, rather everything to do with the soccer ball that flew and bounced in front of him and everything to do with the male voice cursing vehemently at the short dark haired girl that had come looking for the ball.
"Damnit Merc, that's the 3rd one this week! If you loose that fucking ball, coach is gonna kill us!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The girl muttered pushing back a tangled mass of shoulder-length wavy raven locks. "Damned bloody idiot treats me like I do it on purpose…" Bright honey-brown eyes searched the nearly empty parking lot for the ball and settled on it in Coach Taylor's hand. "Oh…Mr. Taylor—I mean Coach Taylor. Didn' get you did I? I'm sorry." There was a hint of a British accent in her voice.
"Just missed me, Mercedes." He smiled lightly as he handed her the ball. Eric recognized her as one of Tami's most academically involved students. "You kicked it?"
Mercedes nodded warily hoping she really wouldn't get into trouble. "Uh, yes sir, I wasn't paying attention." She replied slowly as the cogs whirled in his head. "Mercedes, the girl's soccer season is just about over, right?"
"No sir, I think they just started." She shook her head, flyaway locks falling over her lightly browned skin.
"Hm, you heard about our kickers? Thompson broke his ankle and Becker throws up at the very idea of going out on the field."
"Ick. Sound unpleasant." Mercedes made a face and wondered where he was going with the kicker thing.
"Right. Hey kiddo, how far can you kick a football?"
"Um…I believe the farthest I've ever kicked a football is about three-quarters of a pitch, so that would probably be 90 metres or so? But that was only once, had a bad day that day…" Coach Taylor let out a low whistle, he hadn't heard of anyone doing that, then again it wasn't as if many people in Dillon paid attention to the other sport available.
"You think Coach Sumner would loan you out to the football team these next few games?" He half joked; inwardly he cringed at how much he sounded like Buddy Garrity.
"But I'm already on the foot—oh you mean the Gridiron football team. Well Coach, it's not for her to say—"
"MERC! WHERE ARE YA! WE NEED THAT BALL!" Coach Taylor's brow rose, she was on the soccer team but Trish Sumner was the girls' soccer coach. Mercedes nodded her good-byes and yelled back about her coming.
"Mercedes, what do you mean it's not for Coach Sumner to decide? Aren't ya on the soccer team?" He called after her making her stop at the gate.
"Yes sir I am…the Men's football team." She waved again and disappeared behind the fence.
"The men's team?" A slow grin grew on his lips.
I'm sorry! I've been so swamped with school and projects and I miss watching FNL! Graduation is coming up for me so I've got little time and inspiration for my stories. I'm sorry. BUT I would adore feedback. How does Mercedes sound? I don't want her perfect or the anti-Sue. So please review.