He was glutton for punishment, that was the simplest way of putting things. Because there was no way in hell that he was a normal person if he put himself out there like this time and time again only to be shot down each and every time. The easiest way to explain his problem was with two words, Lyla Garrity. The girl of his dreams, his best friends ex, a former cheerleader, and probably the only female in Dillon who was completely untouchable to him. Oh but for that one little moment in time she had been his, she had begged for the things he could do to her. Laying on his bed in the Taylor's house, looking at the picture from Street's birthday Tim could still taste her on his tongue. He could still feel her skin beneath his fingers, mentally groaning he sat up. A quick glance at the clock showed it to be only five, the sun would be coming up soon Tim thought. But even if it wasn't he was to wired up now to get much more sleep. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a ratty old t-shirt he stumbled around the darkened room looking for a pair of tennis shoes. Once obtained grabbed his i-pod and quietly left the house. I-pod hooked onto his left bicep and earphones in his ears Tim gave a look around the quiet neighborhood, the deep thrumming of some song blasting in his ears he took off.
Tim had never been one for jogging, it had either been a slow drawling walk or a straight out run for him. And that was the case this morning too, energy from frustration flowing through his veins he took off from the Taylor house at a speed that would probably have him aching by mid lunch that afternoon. Tim didn't care though, the burn of his legs and lungs was a relief to the regrets that kept playing through his head. Lyla, he watched her everyday and everyday when she noticed him he could see the sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Then she would dismiss him, making him feel as if he had never been more than a passing pest in her life. He knew she and Jason still kept on good terms, you didn't go through what they did and not be able to come out on the other end with enough maturity to realize that cutting ties was a bigger loss than anything else.
Running full tilt Tim was blank to what was going on around him, his mind blank to anything other than Lyla Garrity's face, the music blaring in his ears, and his feet pounding on the pavement. He didn't know how long he ran, or how far really but just followed the twists and the turns of the road. He only stopped when he recognized the first building in front of him; he locked eyes on the window two stories up. The lace curtain drawn closed on the window he had snuck into or studied just like he was doing today. Panting he knew he shouldn't just stand still like some stalker, he couldn't seem to tear himself away so Tim just stood there watching her window because he couldn't get her out of his head. He needed something, anything to replace her.
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"Wake up sweetie," Julie shoved the pillow over her head as her mother prodded her side, a short breath from Tami and the pillow was snatched away, "Come on Jules, it's already seven fifteen, hurry up and get in the shower so we can go."
Pushing herself up, Julie rubbed the sleep from her eyes before stumbling to the bathroom. A quick hot shower later and she was halfway human, of course by that time she realized that she had forgotten to grab some clothes. Wrapping an oversized towel around her self, her hair dripping around her shoulders Julie marched out of the bathroom. Throwing on the first available outfit and briskly drying her hair she stalked to the kitchen. Her mom was shouting out from her bedroom for her father to find something, and he was bellowing back. The lack of Gracie cries were a shock, but Julie figured the baby was either eating or being occupied by something. Walking around her father, Julie gave him a surly greeting as he simultaneously fed Gracie, looked at the sports section, and yelled to her mother.
"Julie could you take Gracie for a minute," Julie nodded as she set the orange juice she was pouring back in the fridge and walked over to her dad. Taking the baby, Julie gave her a half hearted tickle before returning the bottle to Gracie's eager mouth. Her dad gave her a hard pat on the back, momentarily forgetting his teenage daughter wasn't a two hundred pound football player. Shouting down the hall as he walked, "Tami, have you seen my playbook."
The patio doors slide open, Julie looked up from Gracie to give Tim a questioning look, "Where have you been?"
"Running," Tim answered, not even bothering to give her anymore information he stripped his t-shirt off on his way to the shower.
The sound of running water could soon be heard; Julie looked down at her sister, "At least I am not the only one who is having a rough start."
Julie dozed on the drive to school, stumbling from the car when they came to a stop she was still wiping the sleep from her eyes as she walked. She was halfway to the doors, when her father called out. Turning she resisted the urge to snap at him, instead schooling her voice so that it was sweet, "Yeah?"
"You forgot your project," Eric walked over with the model, his look patient as he passed it on to her, "I'll see you at practice."
"I have dance tonight remember?" Julie shifted the project in her arms, her grip slipping for a moment but survival instinct for all the hard work she did kicked in and she clutched the cumbersome load.
"Oh," Eric answered, "I glancing at his watch well have fun then. I will see you at dinner."
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Julie nodded, heading towards her class with a final goodbye to her father. Aside from getting an A on her project her day was a downhill slide from there. Her math teacher gave a pop quiz that left her feeling as if she had learned nothing. She spilled her dessert onto her lap when an overzealous freshman bumped into her as he was joking around with his friends. Now she was stretching as the last of her fellow dancers left for the evening. This is what she needed, walking over to the cd player she jabbed angrily at the play button. The soulful jazz melody made her feet tingle, looking at the mirror she let the music take over. Her feet skimming along the surface she twirled, dipped and pushed her body to the limit. Muscles lithe and strong from years of dancing making moves that came second nature to her, falling to her knees she slid backwards back arching as her shoulders leaned down. The music died suddenly, Julie looked turned her head shifting so that her legs weren't bent under her. Breathless she simply looked at the boy standing next to the player.
"Your parents sent me," Tim said his eyes hooded as he looked at her. Julie felt as if she were naked, climbing to her feet she was conscious of the body fitting leotard and short shorts she was wearing. Tim walked towards her, reminding her of a big cat playing with its prey before pouncing on it for the kill. He stopped within reach of her, "You looked good."
Julie shrugged reaching down to grab her jacket off the floor in front of the mirror. Pulling it on as if to shield herself from his eyes, Julie felt like a little girl, "I was just letting off some steam, nothing serious."
"I liked it," Tim whispered his voice gravelly and hoarse sounding, he reached out to brush her bangs off her sweaty forehead. Julie felt her breath catch at the soft touch, as his fingers slowly brushed down her cheek, "I didn't know you danced liked that."
Julie blushed she couldn't help it, shifting she stepped away from him bending down to put her stuff back in her bag. She knew Tim was watching her, her stomach was doing summersaults. Looking up at him she pulled the strap of her bag on, "Umm, so are you ready?"
Walking around him Julie gave a sigh of relief as soon as she was a safe distance away from him. Feeling as if the room had become the size of a closet when he was that close to her, turning she was surprised to find him in the same spot that he was awhile ago. He was facing away from her but she could see his face in the mirror. The only way to describe his expression was dumbfounded, Julie turned away not wanting to see anything else. She was waiting for him in his truck, window rolled down and sucking in lungs full of the cool air. She watched him as he walked around to get in, his face a mask of indifference. The minute he got in the truck she could feel the tension seize hold; she stared at her hands as he pulled out of the empty parking lot. He gripped the steering wheel even though her attention was on her hands she knew every minute movement he made, and was more than aware when his attention turned to her. Tim jerked the wheel to the side, sending the truck onto the side of the road. Julie looked up at him, her pulse an erratic beat that she knew was only getting faster. He was breathing hard, turning he looked at her.
Julie turned to look at him, gulping hard when he simply looked at her offering no words of explanation. She pulled at a string on her cuffs, nerves fluttering along with something darker, "Tim-."
His hands were pulling her hard against him, his mouth was unforgiving and hot. All Julie had to do was hold on for the ride, her mouth opening to his when he demanded it. He was forceful but Julie had known he would be and more than a small part of her was reveling in it. His hands were just as rushed as the kiss was, large and gentle in contrast to the power behind his kiss Julie was arching back against him as he ran an appreciative hand down the curve of her spine to cup her bottom. Julie tore her mouth away from him, grateful for the oxygen that rushed into her lungs but that was soon lost in the rush she got when Tim trailed his mouth down her neck. Nipping at the cords of her neck with his teeth, he growled low in his throat when she gave an appreciative moan. Her hands tangling in his hair, and holding him close as his hands pulled her closer to him. She could feel his desire resting against her stomach, hard and hot. Her senses were overloading, it was too much too quick. Julie pulled away from him, her hands shifting to his shoulders as she tore herself from his arms and slammed herself to the far side of the cab.
He was breathing hard, as he looked at her cowering out of his reach, "Julie…"
"I think we should get home now," Julie muttered brushing her hair away from her face, and straightening in the seat so that she was facing stiffly forward.
"Sure," Tim's voice was calm, so unlike the raw tone that he had used only moments ago. His hands were steady as they steered the truck back onto the road, if Julie hadn't been apart of what had just happened she never would have thought that it happened at all. She was shaking like a leaf, but they were so focused on ignoring each other that she doubted he even noticed. She was out of the truck before he had even fully stopped, practically running to the door.
"Julie," Tim caught her just before she reached the porch, his hand closing around her upper arm and pulling her around to face him, "About that-."
"Let's forget it ever happened okay," Julie said looking down at the hand holding her in place, he let go looking for the first time since she had met him slightly sheepish. Turning she opened the door, "Thanks Tim."
She left him standing out on the porch, not sure why but closing the door between them made her feel safer. Safe from the desire that she had seen in his eyes, and that his touch had made her feel. Waving to her parents she hurried to her bedroom before they could try to talk, throwing herself down on her bed. Surrounded by things that had comforted her since she was a baby, Julie ran a hand gently over her lips. Raw from the roughness of his kisses and still on fire for more.
"Damnit," Julie whispered, she had done it again.
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Tim looked around the lunch room, he spotted her easily enough she was sitting at her usual table with her friend Lois. He watched her for a minute, taking in a few details that probably had gone unobserved by everyone else. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her clothes were mismatched, the dark circles under her eyes was the only sure sign that she hadn't been sleeping well. Sitting down across from Saracen and Landry Tim watched as she said something to Lois before getting up and leaving. She was all smiles, and Tim watched her leave.
"Tim," Tim snapped his eyes from the door Julie had disappeared through to the dark haired girl standing over him, "Could I talk to you?"
Tim stood up following Lyla out of the lunchroom and away from staring eyes, they stopped in a small side hallway. Tim stuffed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall he waited, "Well what did you want Garrity?"
Lyla looked down at her hands, "I saw you the other day. Outside in front of my house."
Tim stiffened, his mind yelling retreat as she looked up at him with those big eyes of hers that had always made him melt. He felt his palms begin to sweat, watching her he felt like a soldier waiting for the suicide order from his commanding officer.
"You can't do that Tim," Lyla whispered, shifting on her feet so that she was in a more controlled stance, "It is over Tim. I don't want you. I don't want you coming around, and I especially don't want you standing outside my house whenever you feel like it."
"Lyla," Tim began but was cut off when she put her hand up as if to hold him off.
"I don't want to hear it," Lyla snarled, her temper flaring, "You need to understand that this," motioning between the two of them, "was a mistake. A mistake Tim."
Tim straightened, his arm snaking out smoothly and pulled her to him. She resisted for a minute before letting herself be pulled into him, his mouth was gentle as he kissed her. Persuading her was easier than he thought, soon she was kissing him back. Her hands were needy pulling at his shirt and holding him close as his held her firm against him.
Lyla pulled away, her eyes soft for a minute before going cold, "This doesn't change anything Tim."
Tim watched her walk away, his arms dropping to his side as she quickly ran down the hall. Cursing under his breath he turned to punch the wall, a gasp made him look down to the end of the hall. Julie was staring at him, her eyes wide and her bottom lip caught in her teeth to the point where he thought she would draw blood. He stared at her, his eyes unapologetic as they looked at her, moving he took a cautious step toward her.
Julie shook her head, her hair falling down to frame her face. She took a faltering step backwards, her book bag clutched against her middle like a shield. Tim could see anger in her eyes, but disappointment and hurt were more prevalent. That look almost broke him; he turned on his heel striding away from her with hard quick steps.
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"Hey Mom," Julie knocked on her mother's door. Her mom smiled at her motioning her in as she held the phone to her ear in the other hand. Julie sat down on the couch, slinging her bag down on the floor next to her.
"Alright then, you take care now and I will send your brother home with that work. Bye now," Tami said sweetly as she hung up the phone. Her long blonde hair swinging around as she turned to face her daughter with a smile, "Hey sweetie, what brings you here?"
Julie took a calming breath and gave her mom the best rendition of her begging face that she could muster. Leaning forward, "Mom, please talk to Dad. I don't think that I can go to football practice today, I feel awful and I need to do my homework. I don't want to fall behind, and I know that you don't want me too. Plus it gets so hot out there, and those guys are rude and they smell-."
"Whoa, slow down," Tami ordered holding her hands up as if to ward off the fast paced talker in front of her. Getting up she came to sit down in the chair opposite Julie, "Now why don't you want to go to practice?"
Julie couldn't hold the hard gaze, looking down she muttered to her feet, "I just don't want to, I don't really feel good is all."
"And this wouldn't have to do with a certain player," Julie felt as if her heart was going to break at the mere thought of Tim, looking up with tears in her eyes she nodded to her mother. Tami moved with the speed only a mother could, sitting down on the couch next to her daughter she pulled the young girl into her arms, "There, there baby. I know it is hard, it always is the first time…"
Julie stifled a sob, her mind clicking into the fact that her mother was referring to Matt and not Tim. It was probably better that her mom thought she was still heart broken over Matt, instead of trying to run down Tim for what had happened but in reality what hadn't happened altogether that was upsetting her. Pushing her face into her mother's shoulder, Julie cried long and hard, her mother's soft arms and familiarity comforting her like it had so many times over the years. Funny how things work out this way, just a few short months ago she had been yelling at her mom for butting into her life, and now she was pulling her mother in forcibly. Clinging to the childhood that was fleeing from her far too soon.
After the sobs had receded to hiccups and the occasional sniffle Tami pulled away, brushing the hair away from her daughter's wet hot face, "I know you don't want to but you have got to face this baby. If you don't face him then it will only get worse, and soon you won't be able to face anything."
"Mom, please-," Julie began but her mother shook her head firmly.
"No Jules, you are going to go to that practice as a punishment for what you did," Tami was firm, her voice broaching no argument from Julie. Julie sighed in defeat leaning back against the couch as her mother stood up, "Now you need to get going if you don't want to be late."
Julie mutinously grabbed her bag and walked from the room, her back straight and proud till she got to the doors leading to the football field. Reaching into her bag, she checked to make sure that no true damage had been done by her outburst, aside from puffy red eyes you couldn't tell that she had just cried her eyes out. Quickly glancing at her watch Julie groaned as she saw she was already ten minutes late for practice, the urge to care never came though and with slow steady strides she walked out into the bright Texas sunshine.
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Tim waited for the snap before taking off, running in a diagonal pattern he pushed his way past the defense and began down field, blocking for Smash who he knew was on his heels. Slowing to a stop when he heard the coach's whistle, Tim turned to walk back to his position knowing that he hadn't earned anything other than a good job from coach. But coach wasn't at his usual spot of observation, hell he wasn't even on the field. Turning he took off his helmet and stared as Coach walked over to the slight blonde girl standing on the sidelines. The angry set of the man's shoulders and the mutinous expression on Julie's face was enough to tell him that this wasn't his problem. Hell nothing that happened with Julie Taylor should even concern him, she wasn't in his league. She was another Lyla Garrity, destined to date the clean as a whistle QB1 not the drunken fullback. But Tim couldn't help but look at her, even though she was talking to low for him to hear he could see the anger. She stood just like Coach did when he was angry, stiff shouldered and legs braced apart as if expecting a blow, but Tim doubted if Julie had gotten whipped more than five times in her life.
"Riggins," Tim turned away from the father-daughter pair, to Coach Macgill. The older man glared at him, "Well what are you waiting for a damn invitation? Get your ass over here boy."
Tim shoved his helmet back on, walking over to his spot with a steady stride that he knew would piss the old man off. Sure enough he was shoved from behind towards his spot, getting into position he waited. His body going through the motions as Saracen called for the ball. Energy flooded his system, energy stemming from anger that no matter what he would never be good enough even for first pick in anything other than football. Slamming into the boy across from him with more ferocity than needed Tim was glad when the pain from the impact dulled the anger, it even prepared him for the yelling that came when he began to get up.
"Riggins, what the hell was that? Answer me, boy," Macgill yelled getting into Tim's face as he took his helmet off, "This is practice Riggins, in practice we don't try to kill our teammates. Start running Riggins, and I mean run."
Tim glared at him, throwing his helmet on the ground he stepped around the heavier man. He deserved it, Tim knew without a doubt that he deserved this. It was just a minor punishment for all the shit he had done in his life, but glancing at Julie Taylor now standing despondently next to the water table he began to run harder. Maybe if he ran harder, faster, and pushed himself to his limit he would be able to punish himself for the hurt he had seen in those blue eyes and he would be able to push her from his mind altogether. Who knew that the first time he would ask God for anything the man would provide in a way that put him in a deeper hell than he was in previously.
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Matt waited, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as he shifted back on the balls of his feet. It seemed like forever before the doors to the building were slung open and Julie rushed out. She looked up at him, her eyes widening momentarily before she schooled her features and smiled at him shyly. Matt grinned things hadn't been normal with him and Julie since before their break up but that smile always had done wonders for him. Stepping forward, "I was wondering if you could use a ride home."
Julie looked around as if making sure no one was around to listen in, Matt self consciously glanced around to. The parking lot was practically empty, most of the players and coaches having already left. Matt scuffed his tired looking sneakers against the dirt, "If you don't want to then that's alright."
"No, wait here a second okay," Julie ran back into the school, her hair trailing behind her. Matt didn't have to wait long, as both Julie and her father walked back outside together, "Thanks Dad, I'll see you at home."
Eric looked at Matt with a closed lip glare, "Drive careful Saracen."
Matt smiled at Julie, "Umm, sure Coach."
Julie gave her father a smile before walking to get into the old beat up junker that Matt was insanely proud of. Matt was nervous as he got into the car, his coach glaring at him through the windshield as he cranked it up and exited the school premises slowly. Turning his head he looked at Julie who though a little bit worn out looking was smiling brightly, "I didn't think that we would ever be friends."
Matt grinned, "I missed talking to you…I mean I know now that you were right with our break up and everything but you were a great friend. I mean a person can only take so much of Landry before they have had enough."
Julie laughed, leaning against the door she closed her eyes as the wind whipped in the car window, "I thought Landry was occupied with Tyra."
"He is," Matt slowed down for a light, hitting the brakes harder than he should and making Julie's eyes fly open as she braced herself from the forward momentum. Matt took one look at her expression and couldn't help the chuckle that started, "Sorry…"
Julie laughed a deep belly kind of laugh that made him laugh harder, "Good Lord, I thought that you knew how to drive. Next time warn someone before you decide to do a brake check."
Their laughter mingled complimenting one another as they began to fall into a rhythm of trading stories about what had been going on with each other. By unspoken agreement neither broached the subject of the various people they had been linked to. It was natural, more natural than when they had been together. It was so easy that when they pulled up into Julie's drive that they just sat their for a minute, just talking and laughing.
"I swear he was just sitting there curled up in his underwear," Matt made a surrender sign with his hands, Julie was holding a hand over her mouth giggling as she leaned back against the door of the car, "So I pull up and he starts yelling at me because I took so long. I mean the guy was caught by some guy while trying to screw his girlfriend and he yells at me cause he ran away in only his boxers."
"Stop, I can't take it anymore," Julie leaned back letting her laughter die out slowly, "I would have loved to have been the fly on that wall. Smash Williams running for his life from an pissed off football player in his undies."
"What time is it," Matt asked once they had both calmed down again.
Julie reached into her bag pulling out her phone, "Wow, it's a quarter to ten."
Matt nodded, his mind flashing to Carlotta and his grandmother waiting for him at home. Julie gave a sigh, and Matt could see her eyes flashing to the house just yards away, "You want to go grab something to eat?"
Julie glanced at him, her smile quick and dazzling, "I'd like that."
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Tim was staring at the ceiling above his bed, trying to drift off to sleep but to wired with anticipation to do anything more than wait. His body tensed as he heard the front door open and close softly, the sure signs that someone was sneaking in. Getting up Tim quietly opened his door, stepping out into the hall way he watched as a slight figure slipped farther up into the hallway ahead of him.
"Someone's getting in awfully late," Tim whispered, his voice rough and hard.
Julie turned to look at him her hand on her door, ready to step into her personal sanctuary the second that he seemed to be a threat. Tim hated the wary look she had, stepping forward he crowded her into the door, "Where have you been little girl?"
Julie sank against the wood, it's solid strength seemed to be the only thing that was holding her up, "It isn't any of your business Riggins."
Her hands came up to push against his shoulders; they were slightly cold from her just coming in. Tim sucked in his breath as they made contact with his bare skin, his over warm body responding to much to the sudden coldness. His nostrils flared, "Did you and QB1 have fun? He finally follow through enough to get you in the back seat of that piece of shit car of his?"
Julie gasped, pushing him back with a hard shove, "Screw you Tim. Matt and I aren't any of your business. So why don't you go back to following Lyla around like a lost little puppy and leave me the hell alone."
Tim knew she was right, but being called out on your pathetic behavior wasn't something that he tolerated with the greatest of aplomb. Growling he reached behind her and opened her door, pushing them both into the dark bedroom with little effort on his part. Closing the door softly behind him, his hands were on her before she had time to even breathe. Pulling her against him, Tim relished the intake of breath she made when she slammed into his naked upper body. Not regretting his decision to just wear his shorts to bed till her nails were digging into his upper arms as she tried to gain her balance from the sudden assault. His mouth hovered over hers, their breath mingling as they just stood there neither doing anything but pulses raced anyway.
"Why can't I seem to get you out of my head Taylor," Tim whispered, his lips brushing hers as he voiced the thoughts that had been plaguing him since he had seen her dancing, "Why is it that when you look at me with those eyes of yours so full disappointment that I actually want to live up to the idea you have of me in your head. And why the hell is it your face I picture when I am kissing someone else?"
"We can't," Julie pulled her head back, his fingers digging into her sides hard enough to leave bruises, "Tim please let go of me. You're hurting me."
Tim released her as if she were on fire, taking a step back to distance himself. He looked at her, eyes drinking her in as if he were dying of thirst. Reaching out a hand he gently brushed the apple of her cheek, "I…"
"Get out," Julie ordered retreating from his touch for the second time that day, this time though there was nothing but anger in her eyes, "I won't be a plaything for you just because I am only a wall away. I am not a substitute for Lyla Garritty, if you want her so much then go sneak into her room. I am not some slut who will sleep with you just because you beckon."
Tim clinched his jaw, hands fisting at his sides, "You aren't even in Lyla's league. You Julie Taylor are just a little girl. Does it feel good to come in second in every guy's list? I wonder if Saracen compared you to his little nurse girlfriend?"
The slap was quick and hard, and surprised them both. Tim could have seen it coming but he was too angry and confused to really care. He resisted the urge to reach a hand up to check to see if he was bleeding or not, instead he smiled at her. Julie glared back a him, standing her ground as he took a step forward. Leaning down he nosed her hair aside, a part of him pleased that he riled her. Lips brushing the shell of her ear, "That one is free Taylor. The next one you better be prepared."
He left her there standing in the middle of her darkened bedroom, breathing heavy from rage and fury in her eyes. Pleased that he wouldn't be the only one having trouble sleeping tonight he slipped into his own room. Throwing himself down on his bed he resumed his watch of the ceiling. His mind was still fixated on what had just happened, he was a sick man there was no doubt about it. First he kisses the Coach's daughter, which would have lead to more if he had only been given the chance. Then she catches him making out with Lyla and the truth was that he hadn't felt anything. He had tried to force himself to feel something but it was if he had sensed Julie watching him and he couldn't make himself. But he loved Lyla, had always loved her and probably always would. Julie was intriguing, her high spirited ways and intelligence set her apart from most of the girls he had spent time with, with the exception of perhaps Tyra and Lyla. And then they kissed, and even though they both agreed to not making anything of what had happened she had seemed betrayed when she had seen him and Lyla. So tonight, he had decided to sit down with her and talk things out.
Instead he ends up waiting up for her after she disappears with Saracen, he had seen them. In fact he had watched them the entire time they had sat outside in front of the house. He had waited for her to get out of the car, waited for her to come to him, but instead she had sat in that junker with Saracen laughing and talking. Looking more like a couple every second that they lingered together, and Tim's anger had grown with it. When they had pulled off, Tim had considered jumping in his truck and following them but Julie called and informed her parents that Matt was taking her to dinner. For some strange reason Tami had smiled and told Coach to let her go. Tim had been flabbergasted, the girl was suppose to be on basic house arrest for the drinking stint. But here her mother was letting her go off with the boy that had caused her daughter to become a rebel in the first place.
So Tim had waited some more, his anger exploding the second she stepped through that door. He needed to get away from her, she was temptation that only a saint would be able to resist. And Tim Riggins was no saint by anyone's standards. Resolving to find another place to stay in the morning Tim rolled over and buried his head in the pillow, begging sleep to come and banish any thoughts of Julie Taylor from his mind. Deciding as his mind finally shut down that God didn't like him all that much, he had taken Lyla out of the picture only to replace her with something more troublesome and potentially lethal to Tim's health.
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A.N.: If you couldn't tell I live on angst, in fact I pretty much love a good story that seems not to have a happy ending in sight. I hope you all enjoyed this, I can't believe that it rolled out so quickly. Well I have to work on something semi productive now so good night to all, and remember reviews make the world go round. Oh and Adele, you are right angst is a whole lot easier to write. Good luck to both you and Lily on your fics...
Disclaimer, I do not own Friday Night Lights, or any of its characters. If I did I wouldn't be in debt and the writing strike would be over. I just borrowed them for a little bit so that I could have a little fun. This is the disclaimer applies to all previous and future chapters.