“Two,” I continued, my gaze sharp. “You stand up for me. No more letting your teammates or anyone else talk trash about me. If you’re serious about this, you prove it by actually having my back.”
“Agreed,” Scott said, his voice steady.
“Three,” I said, my lips pressing together. “You don’t use me. This isn’t just about football. If I get even the smallest sense that I’m nothing more than your ticket to staying on the team—I’ll walk away. No questions asked.”
Scott swallowed, nodding. “I swear, it’s not just about football. I’ll prove it to you.”
My eyes searched his like I was trying to see if he was lying. Finally, I nodded once. “And four—this is the last one. You earn my trust. Because right now, you don’t have it. Not even a little. You want to be with me? Fine. But you’re going to
