Breeanna took a deep breath and inhaled the freshly-lined field's new painty scent. She smiled. 'Football Season. FINALLY. She slowly walked down the 50 yard line, trying to keep each step on the line. She looked up and around at the empty stadium. A cool breeze rushed through the stadium, making Bree regret wearing the white skimpy tank top and shorts she had worn. She now paced down towards the end zone, running her fingers through her hair. She sat down right bellow the goal post and leaned up against the padding. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Empty football stadiums were one of her favorite things in the world. And with her dad being a privileged coach and football great, Breeanna had the chance to do this alot.

Troy walked onto the open field. It was empty and quiet. In his hand he held his football. The same football he used to play in the Hawaii State Finals game. He was ashamed of the ball. But it was his motivation. It drove him to work as hard as he did. He walked to the 25 yard line and stood there. He looked at the ball, and felt for the wind. It was blowing, and blowing hard. He looked at the far goal post and ave the ball a heave. "Goal post, dead center.", he spoke to himself. He watched the ball, then took a glance at the goal post, "Oh shit, who is that? I'm going to hit her.", Troy whispered into the air. The girl was leaning onto the padding of the goal post. The ball was dead on, heading straight for the post. Troy screamed, "HEADS UP!", to the top of his lungs, his voice rang through the stadium.

Breeanna's eyes shot open as she saw a spiraling football coming right at her. She quickly dunked and covered her head. She let a out a scream. The ball nailed the post and bounced off and landed with a 'thud' on the turf. The post vibrated and shivered as Bree used it for support to pull herself up. She looked up to see a guy, around her age, standing 75 yards off. She sighed ran her fingers through her hair and bent down to grab her phone and the almost-murderous pigskin. She slowly walked towards the boy that nearly gave her a concussion. She bit her lip and looked at the boy in his eyes."I can only guess this is yours?" she said as she handed the football to him.

Troy let out a sigh of relief as the ball nailed the goal post and not the girl beneath it. He ran down the field and met the girl halfway. "Why yes it is. You almost died over there. I'm sorry about that. I didn't even see you there until it was too late." She handed Troy the pigskin with force, almost knocking Troy off balance, but he kept his composure. She was angry. He could tell by the way she looked at him. She also seemed shaken up. Troy reached out his hand and put it on her shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to earn your forgiveness? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just workin' on the arm." He removed his hand from her shoulder and put out his hand. "I'm Troy by the way."

Breeanna gave him a once-over. Shaggy dirty blonde hair, even tan, shark tooth necklace. He has to be the new kid from Hawaii her dad wouldn't stop ranting about. "You must be the golden boy with the amazing arm from Hawaii my dad won't stop bragging about. Starting Quarterback hopeful, right?" she asked. She laughed. " I'm Breeanna, Coach Brennan's daughter. And his most prized possession." she said sarcastically.

Troy laughed at what she had to say. "Yeah, I'm from Hawaii. I don't know about the whole golden boy part. Your dad talks about me that way? He doesn't know about my last game then huh?" Troy's face went from happy mood into a stern one. His smile turned into a frown. He looked at the girl straight in the eyes and said, "I'm a cheater." Troy stretched his arms out and slowly fell back onto the turf. He laid there and looked into the sky. "How's it livin' with one of the top high school football coaches? Must be interesting after a loss 'eh?" Troy looked at her and tried to once again bear a smile.

"Yeah, I'm from Hawaii. I don't know about the whole golden boy part. Your dad talks about me that way? He doesn't know about my last game then huh?"

"My dad looks at numbers and performances. He doesn't listen to gossip and indictments. " she said as she slowly sat down. "Even if someone did cheat, he would call that 'good character building' " she laughed.

"How's it livin' with one of the top high school football coaches? Must be interesting after a loss 'eh?

"I don't know. I guess I've never really noticed. Growing up it was football 24/7. I guess I'm just used to his depression after the loss of a game." she mumbled." And my brother Nolan sure as hell doesn't make it any easier on him." She rolled her eyes and gently ran her fingers through her hair. " You just get used to your dynasty. And it's now the point in my life that I'm sick of it."

"Well, I can't wait to see what it's like to lose a game here. I hear it's harsh. You run bleachers until the cops come for a disturbing the peace call."

He looked her up and down. She was attractive. Very attractive. She wasn't too tall, but not too short either. She had a belly button ring that could make any guy sing. She was slim. Troy eyed her up and down. He got lost in her until she brought up the fact that she was getting sick of the dynasties her dad was producing.

"So tell me something.. Being the coaches daughter and all, how do you get sick of football? You were brought up around it weren't you?"

He eyed her up once again and looked at her physique. "You're a cheerleader too aren't you?"

"Well, I can't wait to see what it's like to lose a game here. I hear it's harsh. You run bleachers until the cops come for a disturbing the peace call."

Bree laughed. "My dad wants only the best. He's willing to go to jail for abuse as long as this program keeps winning."


"So tell me something.. Being the coaches daughter and all, how do you get sick of football? You were brought up around it weren't you?"

"Sometimes it just seems like its controlling my life." she sighed. " Last year, I had to miss my surprise birthday party my ex threw for me last year because it was the same day as the NFL draft. Trust me, if you were me, hearing about it 24/7 from your family, you would get annoyed with it too."


"You're a cheerleader too aren't you?"

"I thought you were eying me but i didn't know for sure. Was it my super hot legs or my incredibly amazing abs?"she laughed. " Uhm, THE best in the nation. But, my dad won't let me go back to Alabama next year to cheer. He wants me to go to USC, once again to hold the dynasty together. And that's the last place I want to go. And, I had a thigh injury last year after my cousin Graham sacked me while playing in our annual family Thanksgiving Turkey Bowl. I missed nationals, so now I'm only co-captain of the varsity squad."

Troy felt his heart skip a beat after he heard what she had to say about her dad. But, he was pumped. He was ready to play right then and there.

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. How could you miss a birthday over that? That's kinda' harsh don'tcha think?" Troy scratched his head wittingly with a smile and asked, "That ex of yours doesn't look as good as I do, does he?"

He looked down at the football in his hand, then looked back up. He raised his eyebrow in disbelief. "I never get annoyed of football. I've got our coaches on my back out of school and college coaches in school. I'm always gettin' called down to the office for interviews. I mean I don't really mind though. I get to miss class."

Troy gave the pigskin a couple tosses to himself, then quickly to the girl.

"I was eying you alright.. What would your father say if he knew that I was checkin' his daughter out?", Troy asked softly.

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. How could you miss a birthday over that? That's kinda' harsh don'tcha think?" Troy scratched his head wittingly with a smile and asked, "That ex of yours doesn't look as good as I do, does he?"

Bree rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"I never get annoyed of football. I've got our coaches on my back out of school and college coaches in school. I'm always gettin' called down to the office for interviews. I mean I don't really mind though. I get to miss class."

"Sounds to me like my dad likes you alot. Hey, you never know. My dad did the same things to Brian Brohm and Tim Tebow. Giving their school's football program the right to let them leave class early for interviews. And just look at them now. Practical Heisman Candidates." Bree said as she twirled the football on her fingertips.

"I was eying you alright.. What would your father say if he knew that I was checkin' his daughter out?"

Bree blushed." First, he'd give me one of those long horrible and awkward sex talks that I totally hate hearing him explain how everything "works". Two, he'd probably never let you go to any post-game bonfires or let you sit anywhere near the cheerleaders during the game." She laughed."But I would say, baby, if you want it, come and get it." She purred with a devilish smile as she gently shoved the football into his abs.

Leaving class didn't sound bad to Troy at all. He despised school, and almost everything associated with it. Sports and surfing was his life. In Hawaii he used to skip class to go surfing during the day, but he had a certain fear of his new coach now. He was imagining himself winning the Heisman, maybe even as a freshman. He would go down in history.

Troy burst into laughter and then settled into a smile. "It's a good thing I never got that convo'. Post-game bonfires? We had those in Hawaii too. Maybe Oakland want be so bad after all. And about the cheerleaders, I've only got my eye on one.", Troy said with a hint of seduction. Troy looked at her with his sharp green eyes, and began to eye her up and down again.

"Can you catch?"

"It's a good thing I never got that convo'. Post-game bonfires? We had those in Hawaii too.

"Yeah, our bonfires are awesome. We all cram into 5 of the starters pick up trucks and ride down to the fields by the lake. The guys bring grills and make THE best hamburgers in the world." she smirked.

"Maybe Oakland want be so bad after all. And about the cheerleaders, I've only got my eye on one."

Bree blushed and gave him intense eye contact. She glanced down at his lips, and then back up at his beautiful green eyes.

"Can you catch?"

Bree bit her lip. "Hell yeah I can catch." she laughed. "And I can throw. She grabbed the football out of Troys hand and took a few steps back. "Go long."

Troy thought about how fun the season was going to be. But he knew he had to stay focused on the real goal. "States is a must. Division is a hopeful. Nationals is a dream. But dreams come true..", Troy thought to himself.

"Go long!", she shouted to Troy.

Troy acted like he was going for a pass, but stopped dead in his tracks. He pointed towards the sky and asked her with a tone a surprise, "What is that up there?" She looked up not knowing that Troy was coming back. He picked her up and slowly wrestled her to the ground. But, she somehow managed to get herself on top and slamming Troy onto the ground. Troy laughed but was cut short by how beautiful she was up close. "It's still a sack regardless of who's on top."

"What is that up there?"

Bree put her hand to her face an look towards the sky. Nothing. "What?There's nothing---" Bree questioned until she was thrown to the ground. She rolled out from under him and slam Troy to the ground. She slowly and seductively straddled her legs over Troy's waist and softly sat on him.

"It's still a sack regardless of who's on top."

Bree laughed. She placed her hands on the ground next to each side of his head. She stared deeply into his gorgeous eyes. She lowered her head and rubbed her nose against his. She brushed her lips across his, and then, slowly kissed his bottom lip. She gave his lip a light squeeze with hers and a gentle suck.

Bree hopped on top of Troy and straddled him. He didn't mind, not at all. He could feel the pressure from her body. The blood in his body began to flow faster, and he was stuck in a trance. The sexual tension between them was growing. She placed her hands beside his head and lowered herself onto him. She stared into his eyes and he did hers. They rubbed noses, and Bree began kissing Troy. Teasing him with each suck and touch. Troy placed on hand on her backside and one on the back of her head. He brought her face closer to his and began to kiss her passionately. He removed his hands to her back and brought her entire body closer with a hug. He turned her over and let his wild side loose. He rubbed his nose against her neck, and began to kiss her from her neck to her collarbone. He whispered into her ear, "I'll be your number one fan."

Bree pushed her body as tightly as she could on top of Troy. His hands on her back made her heart skip a beat. Bree laughed and held onto Troy as tight as she could as he rubbed his nose down her neck and began to kiss her neck.

"I'll be your number one fan."

Bree laughed out loud. "Shh. Daddy is in his office!" she giggled as she pointed to the window in the side of the stadium. She placed one of his hands on her stomach so he could play with her belly button ring. She placed the other hand on her chest, so he could feel her heart beat with adrenaline. She leaned back and gave him a cute kiss on the cheek. 'I feel like I've known him forever. And we are acting as if we are the loves of each other's live.' Bree thought to herself and grinned.

"Shh. Daddy is in his office!"

In disbelief, Troy whispered, "HOLY SHIT!"

He tried to get off of her, but she held him tight. She nodded giving him a sign of reassurance. Bree put his hand on her stomach. He started playing with her bellybutton flicking it with his middle finger. She then put his hand on her chest. Her heart was pounding with desire. He kept his hand on her chest but moved th other down her thigh. His face made its way down to her navel. He started to play with her ring with his tongue. He looked up at her and smiled. They hadn't been together for more than 15 minutes, but he felt like they'd known each other for a lifetime.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Breeanna softly placed her finger on his lip and quieted him. Troy's warm hand felt amazing as it moved down to her thigh. He started to play with her belly button ring using his tongue. Bree laid down, trying to catch her breath. Troy looked at her and smiled as he flicked the ring back and forth with the tip of his tongue. She giggled. She pulled herself on top of him again. She ran her hands up his shirt and felt his abs. She pulled his shirt up and kissed his stomach gently.

He was pushed onto his back once again. She pushed her hands up his shirt and felt his abs up and down. She was kissing his stomach softly. He was extremely aroused, she could probably tell by looking down at his shorts. He made his way up her shirt and played with her bosom. His other hand was stroking her thigh.

"So uhh.. What happens if your dad sees us?", Troy asked breathing extremely heavy, and quick. But, he lost in the moment. With every moment, he wanted her more.

"So uhh.. What happens if your dad sees us?"

Bree stopped and laughed. "You can say goodbye to being starting quarterback." Breeanna rolled off of Troy. She lay on the ground, staring at the sky. She closed her eyes and breathed. She sat up and looked at Troy. "Here probably isn't the best place." She pulled him up off of the ground and opened a door on the other side of the stadium. It was dark and roomy. Perfect. She dragged him inside and pushed him up against the wall. She jumped on top of him as he held her up. She held his head up against the wall as she kissed him seductively.

Troy's face turned pale white after what he had heard. But, Breeanna pulled him into a dark room that appeared to have an echo. Maybe it was a locker room. Troy was pushed against a wall and his head banged. But, everything was alright for him after Breeanna hop into his arms. She was very seductive with her kisses. Troy was almost afraid of the way she was controlling the tempo. He laughed, "I don't think I've ever been hit that hard in my life.", he continued, "And I'm usually the one getting picked up off my feet."

He turned around and pinned Bree against the wall. He kissed her all over. From shoulder back up to her soft lips. He rubbed noses with her and continued the kissing. He felt her body up and down, still holding her up with one arm using his shoulders for support.

He managed to sneak in a, "You're crazy.", before Breeanna rushed in to kiss him again.

"You're crazy."

Bree laughed and continued to kiss him. She slowly pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. She fell onto the ground and brought Troy down with her. She tugged his hair and kissed his neck. She flipped over him and once again straddled him. She quickly pulled off her shirt from over her head, revealing her leopard skin VS bra.

"Do you have a condom?" Bree shyly asked. She hated that question.

His shirt was lifted from his body. Ashley fell to the ground and Troy fell along with with her. She turned him over easily. She was strong, but Troy knew that already. He could feel his hair being yanked and her lips on his neck. He looked up to see her with no shirt on now. Her sexy Vitoria's Secret leopard print bra on.

"Do you have a condom?", slipped from her mouth shyly.

Troy was in shock. He didn't know if he had one. He checked his pockets but there wasn't one. His face turned into one of pleasure to one of dismay. He moved his leg and he felt something in his pants. He reached down into his girdle and found one where his thigh pads should be. He pulled it out and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to do with this. I think I need some help putting it on.", he smiled at her eagerly waiting for her reaction.

Bree laughed at his inexperience. She ripped the packaging off and slowly "put it on" [against the rules to explain how... ha.]. She looked up at Troy and smiled. She gave him a light peck on the lips. Then, she slowly took off his belt and pulled down his pants. Bree, as orderly as possible, unzipped her jean shorts and pulled them off. She playfully pushed Troy down on the floor. She turned around, her back facing Troy, and unhooked her bra. She shot it at him and laughed. Then, ever so elegantly, removed her underwear.


ENTER TRIP TO SEXICO HERE.

[lalalala, and AFTERWARD....]


Bree laid in afterglow next to Troy, breathing deeply. She was smiling and couldn't stop. She swallowed hard and let out a sigh. She looked at Troy. 'Did that really just happen!?'she asked herself.

Troy watched Bree as she tore open the condom's wrapper and slowly put it on him. He breathed heavily and gasped for air. He felt pure pleasure run up and down his spine. She looked up at him and gave him the Marilyn Monroe look and he knew that it wasn't going to end anytime soon, this pleasure and desire. He was pushed onto the floor where he lay motionless, and anxious waiting for Bree to remove her clothing. He looked up and was caught peeking, so was shot in face with her bra. She was beautiful. He body was a wonderland for him. Dirty thoughts shrouded his mind as she removed her underwear. Troy reached for her arm and pulled her on top of him.

(Bad stuff going on here. Please do not watch if you have high blood pressure, or are faint of heart. Haha.)

Troy laid there with his hands folded behind his head. He looked over at Bree who had a huge smile on her face, and said jokingly, "Hey, it's first and ten, let's do it again." Bree giggled and looked over at him. He reached over to her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "Did your dad teach you all of those moves, or did you learn those yourself?", Troy said laughing.

"Did your dad teach you all of those moves, or did you learn those yourself?"

Breeanna playfully slapped him. She gave him a quick passionate kiss. She looked around the empty room. She ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to untangle it.
"At least you will have something to remember every time you walk into this locker room before a game." she joked. She rummaged around her jean shorts and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. 2:43. "SHIT! MY DAD!" Bree quickly pulled her underwear back on and zipped her jean shorts on. She frantically put on her bra and threw on her tank top. "If he comes in here looking for me..." she yelled as she attempted to fix her sex-kitten hairdo.

Troy was also frantically looking for his clothes but it was dark. He started running around looking for his shorts. In the process, he tripped over a bench and planted his face against a locker. He started to laugh, but quickly silenced himself in case of coaches looking for their daughter. Luckily for him, he landed right on his shorts. He quickly slipped into his girdle, put on his shorts, and green t-shirt. Troy looked like he had just survived a hurricane, but at least he was dressed. He whispered into the darkness that was the locker room and said, "Hey, do you need any help?"

Troy had a caring smile on his face at the time, although he knew Breeanna couldn't see it.

"I'm fine, let's just get out of here."she laughed at her clumsy partner. She stuck her hands out and felt around for Troy until she finally caught ahold of his arm. She quickly looked for the exit and spotted it through the cracks leading to the field. She pushed it open hard.

"Bree. Just about ready to leave? Troy." Bree's father nodded his head as a greeting. "What were you all doing in the locker room?"

"Uhm.. uh.. We were just.." Breeanna stuttered."Uhm, I was taking Troy on a tour of the facility. Thought since I ran into him he would like to know the place before tryouts." She looked up at Troy. "Uhm, so that was the locker room. And I think i showed you everything, so, you know. Your welcome." She nervously smiled back at her dad.

"I have to go grab my briefcase, how about you take Troy up to the parking lot. We are closing up for the day." Bree's dad said without any acknowledgment of anything unusual.

"Uhm, sure." She said as she smiled and Troy and began to lead him up the steps as her father went back inside. She slumped down on a bleacher. "Oh shit. That was too close."

Bree was looking around for Troy reaching her hands all over tapping him lightly a couple of times before grasping his arms. She pulled Troy out of the locker room and back into the daylight. Troy squinted from the glare of the sun reflecting from the bleachers. To his surprise his future coach was standing right in front of him with a raised eyebrow.

"What were you all doing in the locker room?"

Dumbfounded, Troy could only muster an "Uhh...."

Luckily for Troy, Bree took care of everything. Bree walked Troy up to the parking lot while her father was going to grab his suitcase. Troy followed Bree all the way back to her car. He gazed at her for a while. He played with his hands and fiddled with his thumbs. He looked down at the rough and unforgiving pavement, then slowly looked back up at Breeanna, and asked with innocence, "Will I be seeing you again anytime soon? I'd love to take you out for dinner sometime if I could?" His face was deep with concern. He liked her, a lot. He was afraid she would break his heart.

Bree smiled. "I'd like that a lot." She leaned back against her sleek shiny Lexus and looked at Troy. She couldn't help but stare intro his amazing eyes. "Oh! Uhm, my number is 612-8214. Just call me anytime you get. I'll tell my dad you "have questions about school.'" she laughed. She wrapped her fingers around his belt loops and pulled him closer. She gazed into his eyes and smiled. Because of his height, she had to practically stand on her tippy toes to give him the softest, sweetest, and most perfect kiss, ever. She pulled away and laid her head on his chest and took and deep breath. "What are you thinking about?"

Bree was leaning against a Lexus that looked brand new. She was staring deeply into his eyes, and as was he. She gave Troy her number. She grabbed him by his belt and pulled his body towards her. She got onto her tippy toes and gave him a flawless kiss. She lay her head on his chest and asked him, "What're you thinking about?"

Troy sighed in response to her question and simply said, "I'm not sure.." The expression on his face was full of sorrow. He was feeling guiltier than he had ever before. But, he couldn't let it show. So, he mustered up a smile and said, "Thanks for today. It was incredible. I'll be sure to give you a call soon. Have a good one." He walked away from her slowly letting go of her hand, continuing to look into her eyes. He walked away, both hands pulling on his hair, and a frown that was bigger than when he found out his parents died.

Bree fell back against her car. She watched him walk away with his hands on his head. 'Was it something I did?' She ran after him. "Troy.' she stuttered. "If this is about you feeling guilty for what you did today... it was all my fault. I, I didn't mean for you to feel uncomfortable, I really didn't, if that's what it was." Bree bit her lip as she waited for a response. She looked down at the ground, then back up again. She was fighting back tears. She closed her eyes. "Troy, I just want you to know. Just because, this, you know, THIS, happened. It doesn't mean I'm going to tie you down. I mean you could say goodbye to me forever, right now, if you wanted to..."

Troy turned around and looked straight into her eyes. His lips stammered, "There's another girl. I think I'm in love with her. I like you a lot, but I mean, what am I supposed to do? I can't choose between one or the other right now. I've only been her a week and shit is already happening. I can't stand this. What am I supposed to do?"

He took deep breathes so he could regain his composure. His hands were on his hips and his eye looking into the sky, watery, full of tears. He could taste the salt from his eyes.

"Oh, oh." she mumbled. She waited a few moments and then looked up at him. "Well, you need to be honest and tell her what happened between us. If she has a good enough heart she will forgive you. She gazed over the football field, she looked down at the ground ashamed. "I guess this is goodbye." Bree sadly said. She looked up at Troy. Bree didn't want to be the other woman. The homewrecker. The slut. But it was now her price to pay. She stuck her hands in her back jean pockets. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry." she sobbed as she started to back away.

Troy was embarrassed and ashamed himself. He felt like a worthless pile of shit. Breeanna began to cry, she started to back away from him. Troy didn't want any problems, but he didn't know what to do. He reached for her hand and grabbed it gently.

"I'm sorry. I like you a lot. I do. But, I just can't choose between you two. We can all just be friends right? Maybe one day I can make up my mind and maybe win one you back. Maybe you two already know each other. Her name is Ashley.."

Bree stopped and stared deeply at him. She choked on her words. "Ash, Ah, Ashley? Ashley Starsky? Your dating Ashley Starsky?" Breeanna's eyes filled up with rage. She shook his hand off of her. "I think it's best if we never touch each other ever again." She started to back away again. 'Maybe we can all be friends? I would rather be on my death bed than friends with her.' Bree thought to herself. She couldn't decide whether or not to run away and cry, and or to slap Troy across the face.

Bree seemed surprise at his response. Bree's eyes flustered with anger and the ever so kind face turned into one of hate. She slapped his hand from hers and told him never to touch her again. She began to slowly back up. This time she wasn't stopping. Troy wasn't going to stop her this time, but he did yell out her name.

"BREE!"

Bree stopped and turned for the final time. She stomped back. "Do you even know the shit your girlfriend has put me through in the past year?" Bree screamed. She flicked a piece of hair out of her face. "She started a rumor that I was pregnant with my ex-ex-boyfriend Justin's baby. She started this while Austin and I were dating. I lost one of the loves of my life because of her. And when my dad found out..." This story always tore Bree apart. " He almost made me give away all of my scholarships and make me go live on my own. He was so ashamed of me. He didn't even like calling me his daughter anymore. Because he wouldn't let me give my side of the story. And still to this day, NO ON listens to my side of the story. It is always Ashley's that is true. I get stepped on and ignored because your so called girlfriend wanted to piss me off." Bree took a deep breath and pulled herself together. "Goodbye Troy." she muttered as she walked back to her car, stepped in, slammed her hands against the wheel and hit her head against the head rest.