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Risky Chances, Part 1

Jaxon

To say that the game was a nail-biter would be an understatement.  The entire game was a complete belly flop that with a surprising twist of fate ended up being a W for the home team.  Although, Jaxon’s coach, teammates, and probably the entire school, were at a loss for words on just how Jax was able to recover the game like he had.  The scouts were uncertain whether or not to praise or ignore the tenured quarterback.  That night, not many approached him after the game to interview his thoughts.  If they had, they may have not gotten the answer they were looking for.  So it was probably a good thing he had been left alone.

Jaxon could only pinpoint the problem back to earlier in the day during science class.  He’d taken his lecture from the coach to heart.  He’d gone home, showered, and rested.  He’d fallen asleep well before his normal bedtime, usually midnight or later.  It wasn’t hard for him to fall asleep.  Herein lies the problem, staying asleep.  Several times throughout the night, Jaxon would awaken suddenly caked in sweat.  The dreams would be lucid enough to startle him awake.  Each dream seemed to be centered on the same subject, Ms. Larsen.

Earlier in the day after lunchtime, Jaxon and his buddies walked to the science class.  As they reached for the doorknob, they looked between one another realizing it was locked.  They knew they’d heard the bell for class dismissal and that they were actually early.  Surprising for this trio of friends to be early to anything other than a meal.  

Perplexed by this turn of events, Jaxon had said he’d stay back and wait for the door to be unlocked while the other two dashed off to the bathroom to avoid another tardy.  Looking down at his watch, he took a long sigh realizing he still had quite a bit of time.

He turned to lean his back against the door frame, books were resting in his hand letting it fall to the side.  A small click and creak of the door didn’t surprise him as much as the voice coming from the classroom did.

    “Jaxon, dear,” said the sultry feminine voice on the other side.  “Would you like to come, in?”

Jaxon looked up and down the hall and shook his head.  His friends weren’t back yet and no one else was there to come into class along with him.  The normal early birds, nerds, must be running late, he thought to himself.  He felt weird standing there in the hallway at the entry with the door slightly cracked.  Figuring his friends would be along shortly, he went ahead and opened the door up more to come in.  

The door shut with an echoing thud in the room having Jaxon spinning on his heels looking back at the sound nearly stumbling backwards into a table.  The book mimicked that same echo hitting the floor.  Ms. Larsen had quickly closed and locked the door, even flicking off the lights to darken the room further.  She strolled to him, like a predator, her eyes fixated on him.  He swallowed the lump in his throat hard and tried to clear it.

“Jaxon. Jaxon. Jaxon,” she repeated over.  Letting his name roll off her tongue, with a different accent with each mention of his name..  Something that took a minute for each accent to come to him.  He’d heard similar accents in the movies, but couldn’t pinpoint where or what.

Her voice deepened with each time she said his name.  

“Yes, Miss. Ms. Larsen?” he asked slowly, trying to formulate words and a sentence.

She had finally reached him and was just a hair away from her body touching him.  She lifted her hand placing a finger upon his lips.

“Shhh,” she said softly to him.  “Remember.  When it’s just us, call me Kat.  Or have you forgotten you saucy boy.”

Her finger trailed over his lips and down his chin before stopping just above the collar on his shirt.  Her eyes lingered much further down.  A click from her mouth and a wink of her eye seemed to be a sign of approval as they came back up slowly.  She was gauging his reactions to her touch, her voice.  

“I surmise that you are quite nervous about me,”

Her voice seemed to entrance him.  He licked his drying lips slowly trying to make sense of all that was going on.  

“Nothing to be antsy about,” she stated.  “That is.  Unless you’ve got something to tell me about why you are holding back.”

Jaxon blinked rapidly.  The recalling of his dreams weren’t anywhere near as exciting as this, even though his mind was racked with surprise that it was happening.

“No,” he said, slowly.  “Nothing.  Just the game.”

There you go buddy, he said trying to steer his mind to clarity.  Talk about something that comes natural to you.

“Ay, yes.  That.” she said.  Her hand now resting on the side of the table between his arm and side.  

His heart was pounding now and if she couldn’t hear it, that would surprise him even more.  It was a heavy thudding in his ears.

“The game.” She inhaled and then slowly exhaled.  Her warm to hot breath blew through his shirt and onto his chest.  

His heart must’ve skipped a beat.  He didn’t hear it.  She moved her arm away and shifted her stance but not before letting her hand glide ever so slightly across his crotch bringing forth to life his own manhood.  

He swallowed hard and for a brief moment that she wasn’t looking he moved his legs to adjust himself so it wasn’t obvious how turned on he was.  However, he must’ve been too late.  When he returned his own eyes back to her, she had been watching and smirking.

“Hmm,” she said.  She walked to the door, unlocking it and flipping on the switch just as the bell rang.  “Good luck tonight. Jaxon.”

He licked his lips again.  He carefully bent over to pick up his science book, but realized that his own movement showed off another aspect of his teen frame and she stuck out the tip of her tongue and winked.  He quickly made his way to his seat at one of the back row tables.  His buddies came in soon after.  Oddly enough, the students weren’t clamoring in, they were slowly making their way to class.  Jaxon didn’t know whether to take that as a good sign or bad.  

Either way, between his dreams and now, he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to be at the game.  His head was definitely somewhere it shouldn’t be.  The teacher had gotten off her stool and was writing the day’s agenda on the board.  His friends were talking among themselves between the tables.  Jaxon took another moment to not only adjust himself, but also reflect on her. 

She recalled what he dreamed about and that her real life body wasn’t that much different.  The curve of her hips, the handful of buxom, and her soft lips he lingered as she taught class and moved around.  Thankfully, it was lecture day with the overhead projector drawing different chemical equations and diagrams for us to solve.  During the practices, she moved around the classroom dropping off graded papers and handing out new worksheets.  

All Jaxon could recall of class was picturing what he saw in his dream and applying it to her in reality.  The rest of the school day was humdrum.  Once the last bell rang, Jaxon eventually made his way to the locker room after dropping off his school books.

His friends joked with him on the way to warm ups about his daydreaming in science class until it was time to change and hit the field before the game.

Game time.  The team took to the field and did their routine entrance.  It was senior night and all the seniors burst through the paper barrier with their names, jersey numbers, school name and mascots painted across it.  There were only three seniors this year with Jaxon being one of them.  

Once on the field, the opposing team and their cheerleaders took to the field and attempted to intimidate the home team standing on the side lines.  Jaxon was already moving around not only to keep limber but he was a nervous wreck.  Tonight was ‘his’ night.  He had a lot to show the scouts.  He had much to show his parents and coaches just how much hard work he had put in over the years.  Not only that, but he wanted to win tonight and be proud of all his accomplishments aside from his bad behaviors.  When you’re bored in class and not being challenged, what else is there to do besides create chaos.

Now, he was in his element.  The bright spot lights, the roar of the crowd, and the melodic beat of the band in the stands, it was all a song calling out so that he could melt into it.  The seniors would be called out by the announcers and head out to the 50 yard line where they would receive their senior trophies and a picture with their parents while in their football uniforms.  

The parents were standing on the sidelines waiting for each of their children to come out.  The announcers kindly also stated the seniors on the away teams before announcing Jaxon and his two teammates.  First, on the field, was tight end Grayson Shaw and his mom, his dad had passed years earlier.  Second, was Lucien Gage, our head defensive tackle, with his mom and dad and younger sisters Amy.  They were freshman this year and our cheerleaders.  His dad came dressed to the 10s in his Army uniform.  He’d gotten a pass just to see his son’s final home game.

Jaxon’s mom and dad anxiously awaited to head to the fifty yard line.  He held the game ball in hands as it would be a surprise for everyone who the starting quarterback would be.  He’d not mentioned it to any one, let alone his team.  He’d kept the secret locked down between him and his coach and whoever the coach let in on it.

“Last but not least, Senior Jaxon Robert Steele, and his parents Ian and Victoria Steele,” called out the game announcers.  Jaxon trailed behind his parents to the center of the 50 yard line and turned to the crowd and the photographer.  Once they were done, his mom gave him a kiss and wished him luck.  His dad gave him a hug as well.  

Once off the field, and the teams came out for one last set of warm ups, the announcers ran through their supporting local sponsors.  The loud alarm for the start of the game thundered through the field and stands and surrounding area.  The selected players for the coin toss entered the field with two referees.  

The away team won the coin toss.  Jaxon gave a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be taking the field so quickly.  The kicking team took to the field, it was a mix of offensive and defensive players.  

When the home team was ready to take the field after several unsuccessful downs, Jaxon focused on his breathing, but every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Ms. Jansen up close and personal with him in her classroom.  He shook his head just in time to hear his name be called over the loudspeaker.

“Tonight, our home team will have Jaxon Steele #14, as our starting quarterback.”

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, stomping on the metal stands to approve the playing quarterback.  Jaxon entered the field slightly ahead of the offensive line and waved to the crowd.  

With the game having started off fairly well and no score on the board, Jaxon aimed his eyes on the goal.  A win.

As the game went on, Jaxon’s focus slowly dwindled as he let his daydreams and reality mix into a real life catastrohpe.  At halftime, the score was tied.  It was a good thing that at kick off the team would get the ball back.  He’d already turned the ball over to the away team twice.  He threw a hail mary to someone on the sidelines thinking it was one of the wide receivers.  If his coach was calling plays, Jaxon was misinterpreting them and doing the opposite.

In the second half, a winning game for Jaxon and his team grew dimmer.  He ended up fumbling the ball and the away team took the lead by a field goal and a touchdown.  It would take a miracle for Jaxon’s team to come back with only a quarter to go.  

It was at the next play at the start of the next quarter, that Jaxon looked out to the crowd in the stands as their weary looks towards the scoreboard reflected his own.  He watched the cheerleaders as they performed a routine cheer to get the crowd back in the game.  As his eyes wandered over the side lines, his attention went directly to a blonde haired lady standing in a bright golden yellow plaid skirt and darker golden top.  The more that he focused on the lady he finally settled on who it was, Ms. Jansen.  She’d made a very racy motion with her fingers motioning towards Jaxon.  Nobody else around her or him seemed to notice, just Jaxon.

A low growl escaped from him as he set the play that the coach called out.  This time the ball hit it’s target.  Gage, the Center gave a jumping cheer watching the wide receiver run away with the ball into the end zone for a home run.  

Jaxon felt a euphoria deep down in his body that he needed to accomplish his goal.  The growing chanting of his name on both sides of the  stand didn’t distract him this time.  A brief glimmer of hope could be felt among everyone.  They just needed one more goal or a turnover on downs.  Jaxon did have a theory and wondered if it would work.  At the end zone line, Jaxon made a mix up call of signals.  Several of his teammates shifted positions or looked over the backs of another player to make sure that they heard correctly.

Jaxon’s surge of energy courses through him like he hadn’t ever felt before as he sees the clock creep towards the big zero.  He’d seen this done a couple of times when he’d watch a game on the television, but never seen it actually work.  Jaxon was bound and determined to make it work.  With the players in their spots, Jaxon called out to the center and a hike.  Instead of the ball being hiked for a kick, he faked the pass to a running back who juked and dodged, holding his arms up like he had the ball.  Seeing a small clearing down the center and the defensive team unsure what just happened.  He took a step back then made a running jump and a swift flip over the line of scrimmage to land in the end zone for a three point conversion.  He landed on his feet with the game ball in hand held up in the air.  The fans on both sides roared with excitement as the clock ran out.

The team ran onto the field and lifted him into the air above them.  Jaxon managed to take off his helmet and swing it in the air, grateful for the final result of the game.  The cheerleaders surrounded them, continuing their school cheer.  The band started a boisterous revelry as the fans left the stands to leave the stadium or head to the field for the winning team.  

Jaxon was slowly placed down as the coach found him and approached him.

“That was a dangerous move boy,” he scolded then laughed.  “I don’t know where that came from, but thank God.  You won.  You won the game.  Are you ready for State?”

Exhausted Jaxon nodded and gave a somber smile.  “Yes.  Yes, Sir.” he said.  

With everyone still celebrating, Jaxon looked for his parents and found them in near tears at the exit leading to the back of the school and the entrance to the locker room.  He chatted with them and accepted the joyful praise and stressful moments of the game that they recounted.  She held up her camera and a couple of rolls of film.  

“I think I got a couple of you, dear,” she said to Jaxon.  

“We’re both so proud of your hard work,” his father, Ian, added.  

“Thanks,” he said with a tired grin.  “I’m going to go shower and change.  I’ll be home later.”

“Best not to take too long,” said his mom, Victoria.  “It’s supposed to be a storm coming.  That’s why we’re leaving now.  Otherwise, we’d stay longer.”

Ian gave Jaxon a large pat on the bag as his mom pulled him in for a hug.  The left and Jaxon strolled into the building.  The cool breeze from the doorway and the large warehouse sized fans in the locker room were relieving.  Jaxon felt like he had sweat on top of sweat.  The air blowing across his sweat clad skin made it cooler.

Off in the distance a low rumble of thunder could be heard, even over the loud cheering of the crowd.  Jaxon had his fill of the celebratory events, even though he should be out there waiting for scouts.  They can find his coach and inquire.  For now, he wanted peace enough to clear his mind.

A clip clop of heels peaked his interest as they grew closer.