Caden ran faster,eyes wider as the adrenaline kicked in.He kicked a ball and bombed it,sending it flying through the air. "Now that,that,is a kick!"

(Jk. Plans changed)

Rose giggled quietly as Caden warmed up and kicked the ball. She was glad he was happy

They moved onto tackling,Caden tackling anybody easily.Trevor came up.

Caden gathered his rage and charged forward,sending the quarterback backwards.Caden standing in victory

(Sorry, was cleaning up a mess my cats made 🙄)

Rose continued to watch Caden until the other team arrived, walking paast Rose and a few checking her out. She rolled her eyes, tired of their idiocy. She was only there for Caden

Caden helped Trevor up. "Don't ever ask me those questions again." He whispered in his ear,pulling Trevor up.Trevor nodded before heading off.Caden studied the other team.Skinny and tall,quarterbacks were the only in shape ones.Caden rolled his eyes.This should be a easy game.

Rose watched as the announcer called the game to a start, the players taking positions

Caden stood at the line of scrimmage, his cleats digging into the turf as he scanned the opposing defense, his broad shoulders set like stone. As captain of the football team, he carried not just the weight of the playbook but the expectations of every teammate who looked to him for leadership. His gloves were tight on his hands, fingers flexing as the moment of truth approached. Around him, the field buzzed with nervous energy—each player adjusting pads, flexing muscles, or tapping their helmets, but Caden was the calm in the storm. His focus narrowed, each breath deep and controlled as the quarterback called the signals. He could feel the eyes of his teammates, the collective hope of the team hanging on this next play. He’d earned his spot as a lineman through years of hard work, a reputation built on both his physicality and his ability to read the game. The offense was set, and all that was left now was the echo of the referee's whistle, signaling the start of a battle where every inch counted. With his hands planted firmly on the ground, his mind replayed the drills, the hours spent in the weight room, and the grueling practice sessions. This was his moment to lead by example—no words were needed. As the sound of the whistle cut through the air, Caden launched into motion, his body a perfect combination of power and precision, his teammates following his lead, and the game finally in full swing.

Rose watched the game until she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey." Katie said, leaning against the rail next to Rose. I don't have time for this. "Hey." She muttered, watching Caden

Caden’s legs were already burning, muscles tight from the constant push and pull of the game, but he wasn’t prepared for the hit that came next. The quarterback had released the ball just as Caden had planted his foot to block, but in a split second, an opposing linebacker had come charging from the blindside, all speed and muscle. The hit was brutal—Caden felt the full force of the collision drive into his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs as he was slammed into the turf. His body slammed with a sickening thud, the impact rattling his helmet, and for a moment, everything went black around the edges of his vision.

Shit. Rose thought as Caden hit the ground. She waited for him to get up like he had so many times before. Her leg began bouncing in stress after a moment