Page 29 of The Game Plan
“Amy,” Sutton said, drawing her cousin’s gaze to her, “he will play. He has two weeks to rest and get himself well.”
She pointed to the field, the Fortune’s Special Teams taking the field.
“Here we go,” she said, the crowd standing in anticipation.
The Fortune set up for the two-point conversion, as Sutton thought they would, the ball snapping into play. The Fortune’s quarterback scrambled as the Kings broke the pocket, the quarterback using his legs to zip past the defense and dive into the end zone for the two points.
Sutton clapped, able to appreciate a good run when she saw one.
“Now comes the fun part,” Sutton said, nudging Amy with her elbow.
“Don’t even,” Amy said. “I’m already nervous enough. They got the two points, so they need that touchdown with the two points to tie it. It’s looking pretty good right now.”
The Special Teams came back onto the field and got into formation, setting up the ball for the kick.
The announcer called the onside kick attempt, and the Fortune’s kicker sent the ball to the side, and it rolled six yards past the Fortune players into the hands of a waiting Kings player but he didn’t get a secure hold on it before it slipped out.
“He touched it!” Sutton called, watching as players fought for the ball, piling on top of one another.
“Can you see anything?” she asked Amy, who shook her head.
“We’ll have to wait for the officials to figure it out,” Amy said as she crossed her arms.
It took them about three minutes to untangle the mess of the pile, but after all was said and done, Las Vegas came up with the ball.
“You ready?” Sutton asked. Amy rolled her eyes at her, but Sutton knew Amy was as excited as she was.
Sutton loved the crazy games that ended with weird things happening. And being here at the stadium, among the energy of the crowd, gave her a high she couldn’t get anywhere else.
They spotted the ball at the thirty-one-yard line, and the Fortune’s offense took the field and got into formation; the Kings starting defense was back on the field.
“They brought the starters back out,” Sutton said, pointing to the field.
“I saw that. Dad must be worried,” Amy replied, crossing her arms.
“I don’t blame him. In less than two minutes, they’ve turned the tide.”
They watched as the ball snapped into the quarterback’s hands, the clock ticking down as he looked for someone to throw it to.
The quarterback launched the ball down the field to an open receiver… and directly into the hands of Andre Green; Nicole’s shriek of excitement as he rushed down the field reached Sutton’s ears.
Andre was tackled at the forty-two-yard line, and the crowd went wild. Kings players rushed the field to tackle him and pile on.
With the interception, the game was officially over, the announcers proclaiming the Kings the winners. An explosion of noise filled the stadium as blue, silver, and gold confetti rained down on them as the celebrations began.
“Let’s go down to the field,” Amy said, as the entire group gathered their things to go down to celebrate.
It took a few minutes to get them down there, but as they arrived and spread out to find their guys, Sutton felt awkward about being down there.
I feel like an imposter.
“Sutton, come on!” Amy exclaimed, grabbing her hand. “Reese is with Carter, Kyle Conley, and Eric Danes.”
She tugged her through the throng of people until they reached the guys, other ladies already with them. Amy did a quick round of introductions as Sutton joined them. As she said hello, Reese stepped up next to her and slipped his arm around her.
“Hey,” he said, drawing her gaze to him.
“Hi,” she replied, butterflies in her stomach.