The Football Boys

"I don't know about this Dakota." I said as we climbed out of my bedroom window. My feet landed softly on the grass without a sound.

"This is our first high school party. We have to go! It's a must." Dakota chuckled and ruffled my jet black hair. He always talks me into stupid things.

"Okay, but what if my mom checks on us and we're not there." I said, desperately wanting to climb back into the safe haven that was my room.

"It's too late for that. I promise you. This is going to be good. Fine girls will be all over you." He smirked.

"You better be right." I chuckled and shoved him playfully. We walked down the dark empty street. It had to have been past midnight. I looked around, paranoid that I'd find my mom chasing after us.

The party was only a couple streets over from my house, you can imagine my paranoia. At the same time I felt this sort of rush of adrenaline from sneaking out. I get it every time Dakota convinces me to do something like this. It's always been this way for us. For me.

We made it to the party and made our way inside the big brick mansion that was blaring upbeat music you could hear from a block away. It was full of freshman wannabes like myself, but mainly juniors, seniors and sophomores.

"Some spoil brat must live here." Dakota nudged me. I chuckled nervously, the huge crowd was putting my nerves on edge, mix that with paranoia and you can imagine how I felt.

"Hey, you're Dakota Moreau right?" A tall burly blonde came staggering up to us amidst the sea of bodies. His breath reeked of alcohol and I coughed at the stench of it.

"Yeah." Dakota grinned hard, as if it was some honor to be recognized by a senior. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I could already tell how this night was going to go.

"I've seen you at practice. You have a hell of a throw man. You'll definitely make the team this year." He gave Dakota a firm pat on the back with his meat hooks. Was he even a senior? He looks way too old to be in high school.

"I know I will." Dakota grinned. He grinned because he knew he was good at football and he wasn't shy about it. He's always been good. Hell, Dakota and I learned to play before we learned how to walk. Name any sport and he was good at it.

"Here have some shots." The guy handed us two glasses filled with a clear liquid.

"Thanks man." Dakota clinked his glass against mine and took it in one go. I hesitantly took a swig of the disgusting drink. My throat burned and I wanted to barf it up instantly. And people like drinking this stuff.

"First shots as freshmen! This year's already going great." Dakota grabbed my shoulder. I finished coughing my lungs out and gave him a half hearted smile, wanting to tail it back home. I'm dead if my mom finds out we're gone. I don't mean grounded dead, I mean dead dead. She'll bury me ten feet under. Okay, maybe that's an overstatement but you get the picture. She's strict. It's always been grades and football, nothing else.

"Dakota Moreau! My man!" Another pop eye looking senior walked towards us with two girls-with obvious spray tans- on each arm. They almost looked identical, bleach blonde hair and blue eyes that I'm positive were colored contacts.

"You're popular tonight." I forced a chuckled and grabbed another shot. He grinned and nodded at the senior.

"Consider this a gift. I know you'll be bringing us to play offs." The senior smirked and handed over one of the girls to Dakota. She was wearing nothing but a pink two piece bikini. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a beer, taking in a big swig of it. The after burn wasn't as harsh this time. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this.

Within the next fifteen minutes Dakota and the girl were all over each other. She was sitting on his lap while they had their tongues down each others throats. I was on my third beer and it already felt like the house was a boat.

I got up and staggered back and forth for a bit before finding my balance. If that's what you could call it. I made my way up the stairs in an attempt to find the bathroom. Senior girls winked and whistled as I walked by. I only smiled. I don't feel like catching anything during my first party. I'm sure half these girls have been with half the guys here.

The music wasn't as loud upstairs and there wasn't a person in sight. I found one of the many bathrooms and drained my bladder. My head lolled from side to side as I realized just how intoxicated I was. Can't believe Dakota made out with that girl. He doesn't even know her. Maybe it's the alcohol.

I washed my hands and went downstairs. I don't know how long I was in there for but when I got back Dakota was passed out on the couch and the random chick was now onto her next victim. More than likely infecting them with whatever unknown diseases she had.

"Dakota?" I slurred, slapping his face.

"How much did you have to drink, man?" I chuckled. I shrugged and sat down beside him, trying to regain any sober cell in my body.

A girl with dark hair and the eyes to match came up to me in my trance.

"You're Luka right?" She slurred, clearly more intoxicated than I was.

"Mhm." I nodded. Suddenly she sat on my lap and proceeded to stick her tongue in my mouth. I hesitated for a moment before putting my hand on her waist. Dakota had his fun, so why can't I? It was just getting to the good part until Dakota woke up from his nap.

"Let's go." He slurred, pushing the girl off me. She was too drunk to even give a damn about being pushed by a stranger. I don't even think she realized she was on the floor.

"What the fuck?" Was all my drunk induced self could manage to spit out. I pushed myself off the couch, almost falling over.

"You're drunk let's go." He said. It came out as one long slur that I could barely make out. I shook my head and shoved him. He can make out with random girls and I can't?

"Fuck you." I staggered out the door, pushing past the sweaty bodies and blacked out people. The music was now booming and I could feel it as I walked out the door.

"Hey, wait!" Dakota was staggering behind me like an injured puppy. I ignored him and continued walking down the street. I have to get home.

"Luka, I'm too-" I turned around to find Dakota hurling on the side of the road, clutching his stomach. I groaned and walked over to him. I knew I'd end up babysitting.

"Come on." I swung his arm over my shoulder and dragged him home with me.

"When did you get so heavy Kota." I grunted as I shoved him through my window. He landed with a soft thud but nothing too loud to wake my parents. This is my life, taking care of my best friend, while also trying to take care of my own drunk ass.

I climbed in with as little sound as I could and shut my window, praying my mom wouldn't come barging in. I looked down at Dakota who was still blacked out of his mind. My head was spinning like crazy, or was it the room that was spinning, but I managed to get him safely and soundly on the bed.

I laid down beside him, not bothering to pull out the extra bed from my closet. Whenever I closed my eyes all I could feel was the room going around and around like some carnival ride. I pushed the nauseated feeling aside and tried to sleep.

"Hey I love you man." Dakota slurred waking up from his black out.

"I love you too Dakota. It's bed time."

Dakota turned over to face me. All I could smell was the alcohol on his breath, which was making me more nauseous.

"No I mean I love you man."

"I know I lo-"

Dakota's lips cut me off mid sentence. My drunk state didn't care to register what was going on but at the same time I was sober enough to know that I liked what was happening.

I ran a hand through his ashy dark hair and gently caressed his bottom lip with my tongue. Why are we doing this? We're best friends. My sober mind was battling with my drunk mind and I didn't know which one to listen to.

Dakota slid his hand up the back of my shirt, breathing hard as he moved his lips with mine. With a heavy pounding heart I reached for his pants with a shaky hand.

His tongue was grazing mine, going in and out of my mouth, making my body tingle. My cheeks felt hot and my skin sweaty as I unbuttoned his pants, hesitantly sliding my hand down his trousers.

"Luka." He moaned softly into the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. My member ached in pleasure. He cupped the side of my face, looking into my eyes with his beautiful hazel pairs. It was in this moment that I realized just how attractive he truly was. The way his eyes looked at me, it was like I was looking at a completely different person. Realizing how perfectly shaped his facial features were, his hair flowed and the way he bit his lip looking at mine. Dakota leaned in closer to me, slipping his tongue into my mouth once more. I could feel the heat from his face and my own. He put his teeth against the skin of my neck and bit down and I let out a small gasp, letting myself get momentarily lost in us.

This isn't right, is it? I should stop.

"I can't." I mumbled removing my hand from his pants.

"What?"

I got off the bed in a hurry and ran to the bathroom almost stumbling to the floor. I hurled nearly missing the toilet, clutching onto it for dear life. I laid on the floor with closed eyes and let myself drift off into a deep sleep.

This wasn't how I thought the night would go.

My head pounded as I got up off the floor of the bathroom. The first thing I smelled was vomit and it made me feel nauseated in an instant. What happened last night? I rubbed my temples and groaned in agony. I'm never drinking again.

My mouth was dryer than a desert and demanded water. I clutched onto the toilet seat and used it as a crutch to stand up. My headache only got worse as I did so. I turned on the faucet, filling my hands with water. I splashed my face, hoping it would take away the ickiness that I felt. I looked up at myself in the mirror.

Hickeys? Why do I have..

Flashbacks of lastnight replayed in my mind. Dakota's lips on mine and my hands were all over him. No, we didn't. I looked back at the hickeys again. No, these had to have been made by some girl at the party last night. I remember making out with someone one there.

I ran a hand across my face and groaned, realizing what had almost happened. I almost slept with my best friend last night, who is more than likely still in my bed, passed out.

I turned around and looked at the door handle, as if opening it would end my life. Maybe if I can climb out the window, I can wait for him to leave.

Well I can't exactly stay in the bathroom all day and after all this is my house. I might as well face the music. He won't remember a thing. When does Dakota ever remember anything. Never that's when.

I turned the handle barely making a sound. I cracked it open a bit, peeking one eye through.

Dakota laid sprawled out on my bed shirtless with the blankets on the floor and my pillows mysteriously at the bottom of the bed. I groaned internally, at least he's still sleeping and I don't have to deal with it quite yet. Why did I do that last night? Because I didn't listen to my sober self and let my drunk self take over. Right. Curse you drunk self.

I've known Dakota almost my whole life. And now I've fucked it up. Hell, he was the one kissed me first. So if this friendship ends, it's his fault.

I crept across the bedroom towards my dresser, trying not to make a sound loud enough to wake him. I grabbed some clothes and a towel and walked back to the bathroom as quietly as possible.

I turned on the water letting it hit my face. I lathered up, still thinking back to last night. Why couldn't I have been so piss drunk that I forgot everything.

"Luka! Hurry up. I'm gonna be sick." I could hear Dakota yelling and banging on the door. I turned off the taps and quickly grabbed my towel wrapping it around my waist. Will he remember? Please, don't remember.

I hesitantly grabbed the door knob and Dakota flew right by me, throwing himself at the toilet. The sound of his barfing was nauseating. I grabbed my clothes and opted to change in my room instead of listening to him hurl.

"Sorry, but I didn't want to throw up in your bed." Dakota walked past me as I was sliding on a shirt.

"Yeah.. no problem." I stared at him for a while, waiting for him to say something, anything regarding last night. Oddly enough, part of me wanted him to remember, the other part wanted to forget.

"Crazy party last night. I could tell you had a good time." He motioned towards my love bites. I forced a chuckle, hoping it sounded at the very least somewhat normal. Does he not remember anything from last night?

"Yeah, I had to carry your drunk ass here." I shoved his head and sat on my computer chair continuing to stare at him. Waiting and wondering if that will refresh his memory.

"Really? I must've blacked out pretty hard." He rubbed his eyes and yawned. My heart dropped in both thankfulness and disappointment. I chuckled to myself. Of course he doesn't remember.

It's better if I keep quiet about it. If he doesn't remember, then he doesn't remember which is a good thing. And I for one want to forget that night. Why ruin a friendship over one drunken mistake?

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I watched from the bleachers as Dakota practiced the assigned football drills with a large number 8 facing towards me on the back of his red and black jersey. I smiled as I watched how hard he was pushing himself. Practice was over ten minutes ago but he insisted on staying. As soon as school started we tried out for the team. Dakota was immediately put on as quarterback, which came to no surprise to me.

I took off my helmet and took a gulp of my water. It's been a week since the party and Dakota hasn't said anything about it. Not even a hint of any sort. I'm glad he doesn't remember but at the same time it puts me on edge being the only one who can't forget. I'm trying to erase that night from my memory, occupying my mind with other distractions.

"Hi Luka." Gemma, my number one fan since I've started high school sat beside me. Her long dark hair flowed down the sides of her pale porcelain face. I guess you could say we're friends. We share a class together and unfortunately my new friend keeps making unwanted advances on me.

"Hey." I flashed her a smile.

"Hows practice?" She set her books down on the bleachers.

"I've already finished. Just waiting on Dakota. He likes to practice a little longer than everyone else." I looked over at him.

"You two are pretty close huh?" My heart dropped at those words and I arched my brow at her in fear that she somehow might know about that night.

"Yeah.. Why?" Can you be anymore suspicious, idiot.

"You're always together." She chuckled. I only nodded, unsure of what to say. Don't be nervous, I've just met this girl and I don't remember seeing her at the party. I'm the only one that knows. The only way that anyone else would know is if they were there at my house and seen the two of us.

"Anyway, I was thinking we should hang out after you're done here." She bit her lip a tad and touched my leg. Her slender fingers rubbed up to my thigh. I immediately jolted and moved away from her.

"Whoa, no." I shot up and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry Gemma but-"

"Hey, I'm done." Kota came up from behind me. His ash brown hair was drenched with sweat and his cheeks were rosy. My heart raced at the sight of him. It's been doing that a lot lately.

"Well I'll see you around Gemma." I smiled curtly and grabbed my duffle bag, thankful that Dakota interrupted us when he did. She pouted and let out a sigh as we walked past her. I don't want Gemma getting any ideas that I like her in that way. I just want to be friends and I can't lead her on or give her any kind of thought that I have feelings for her.

I have enough on my mind and I just want us to be friends. I guess that's impossible for the opposite sex at this school to be friends without some tension.

The sun was beginning to set on our journey home. I let the wind blow through my sweat drenched hair and couldn't wait to get home to shower. Downside of sports, you sweat, you smell, you have to shower.

"Who was that by the way? That girl earlier?" Dakota asked with an arched brow.

"Just a girl that I met in class."

"Are you dating her?"

"No, we're just.. friends? I guess." I chuckled and swung my duffle bag strap over my shoulder. My helmet in the other hand.

"Alright, keep your secrets." He smiled and nudged my arm.

"Whatever." I nudged him back. It's not like I don't already have enough secrets to keep.

"So there's a party tonight and we're going." Dakota said with a huge grin.

"Haven't you had enough of parties." I mumbled. After what happened with the last. Wait, you don't remember.

"Come on, it'll be fun. I won't black out this time I promise." He pleaded with his puppy dog look, both hands clutched together.

"Fine." I reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you! I'll tell my mom I'm staying over at your house tonight." He said and swung his arm over my shoulder. I only nodded. I desperately don't want to go to this party. But there's no saying no to Dakota. It's like his word his absolute. That or I'm just a big pushover.

Even though this was only our second party, I don't think I was cut out for it. I'm not as social as Dakota, I'm more of a stay at home and play video games kind of person.

"I'll be over in a sec. I just need to shower." Dakota said as we neared my house and his which was right across from mine. We parted ways for now and I walked into the house, waiting to be bombarded with questions from my over protective mothers after she spotted one of the hickeys on my neck that weekend.

"How was school?" She was already waiting for me in the dining room, with a smile on her face.

"It was great." I said in a monotone voice as I took off my shoes.

"No girls were bothering you?" She walked over to me, looking at my neck. She smelled of old lady perfume.

"No mom." I rolled my eyes and started walking to my room, trying to get away from her as quick as possible.

"Good, good honey. How's Dakota?"

"He's actually coming-" The door bell rang cutting me off mid sentence and echoed throughout the house.

"That must be him!" She hurriedly walked over to the door to open it. I groaned internally. He should've went through my bedroom window. I mentally prepared myself for what was to come.

"Dakota, how nice to see you! My, my it's like you're growing everyday." She pulled him into a hug.

"Hi Mrs.De Angelis." He smiled and walked into the house with his duffle bag of clothes.

"How's football? Did you make quarterback yet? I bet you did." She pinched his cheeks with a huge smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's go." I nodded towards him and walked to my bedroom, slamming the door closed behind us.

"Don't sweat it, Luka." He nudged my arm and gave me a comforting smile.

If you haven't noticed, my mom enjoys having Dakota around. She has more hopes for him than she does for me, even if she doesn't admit it. It's obvious, anyone could tell. Most of the time I don't let it get to me. Dakota knows my mom likes him better than me. I don't even blame him, after all he is the golden child that any parent would want. If your parents met Dakota, they would love him instantly.

It's always been this way.

"I'm going to shower." I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. I turned on the water and put it as hot as my body could stand. The downside when Dakota comes over, having to feel this way after seeing how she treats him compared to me. I shook my head and tried to shake it off. It's best if I don't let myself get caught up into it.

I finished my shower and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist. As I walked out the bathroom Dakota threw some clothes at me.

"What the hell?"

"Wear those, trust me. You'll look good in them." He smirked at me. My heart raced as I walked back into the washroom to change. If I want to forget that night, I need to stop going goo goo ga ga every time he looks at me a certain way. It was only after that night that with every look he gave made me feel tingly inside.

"Since when did you get shy about changing in front of me?" Dakota asked as I came out of the bathroom.

"What do you mean?" I chuckled, pretending not to know. Maybe it was since you stuck your tongue in my mouth.

"Never mind, lets hit the road." He got up from my bed.

"It's only 6." I said looking at my clock that sat on my night stand.

"Yeah..about that, the party is in the Platz." He gave me a half smile and scratched his head.

"The Platz!? That's almost an hour and a half away from here. You're joking right? How will we get there? Matter of fact, how will we get back?"

"Luka, you're overthinking this. We can bus it there and catch a ride with someone on the way back." He put his hands on my shoulders and smiled like he had just come up with the most brilliant plan in the world.

"Fine." I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I gave in once again.

"But if my mom finds out, it's on you." I said as I opened my window.

"Fine with me." He said as he climbed out first.

"And I sure as hell won't be dragging your ass back to the house for a second time, so if you pass out you're screwed." I chuckled and climbed out after him.

"This night is going to be great." Dakota said as we walked towards the bus stop.

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