I Started An Onlyfans With My Rival

Three

Vaughn

It was like the whole world fell on me and my entrails splattered. But right now im enjoying the thrill of winning my opponent 2-0.

The first drive gets us in field-goal range. Our kicker, my friend, Stephen Reeves, sends the ball sailing right down the middle of the goal post. And less than four minutes into the game, we’re already ahead.

On the bench, I whip off my helmet to grab some water, my eyes fixed on our defense taking the field. The coach is quiet, which makes sense. He doesn’t tend to get loud until the second half.

“Oh my God!” Kai lets out one of his booming laughs. “I love that guy.”

“Who?” I have no idea what he’s talking about, because I’m too busy watching Jenkins, our cornerback, who looks like he’s about to move before the snap. He doesn’t—thankfully—but still, my eyes are narrowed in on him.

“Baldwin,” Guty keeps cackling. “I wonder why he’s named that… It’s like Alec Baldwin. 30 Rock… Amirite?!”

“What the f**k are you rambling about??” I whip my face right, where Kai is sitting next to me, watching the team mascot and laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

I can’t help but squint at the dude in the eagle costume. He’s pretending to lean up against the giant tub of Gatorade, but then he elbows it by accident and the whole thing almost comes toppling over.

“He knows he’s not a mime, right?” I tilt my head in amusement as the character frolics around on the sidelines.

“I don’t even care, man.” Kai sighs out his chuckles. “That dude is on point. I’m gonna hire him for my nephew’s birthday party.”

I slap his back and move to score more goals. The crowd is in a frenzy, my name is screamed and written on t**s. For once I'm not remembered for that one mistake from a month ago.

Half-time. And we’re up by one.

The score is by four to one. Not a cushy lead at all, but I’ll take it for now. As long as our defense follows Coach’s instructions and tightens it up.

We come back out for the tail-end of the cheerleaders, and all the guys are swooning. We have some stupidly hot girls cheering for us, one of whom I’ve gotten to know sort of well…

Olivia and I have hooked up twice and safe to say her hugging me in front if everyone kind of feels like branding.

My head is in the game, mentally running plays and visualizing how the other team is going to move, when the dancing eagle catches my eye once more. He’s strutting around in front of the cheerleaders, and I have to laugh.

I don’t know the guy who was Baldwin last year… I think his name was Brian or Bobby or something. I have to assume it’s the same dude in there, though his moves are certainly more extravagant than last season.

We shout and break, and as my head lifts, I see through the wall of my teammates that Baldwin the Eagle has removed his head. I don't know, he just catches my attention.

He’s standing off the sidelines, getting a drink of water. And the sight of shaggy, jaw-length black hair and unmistakable dimples has my eyes widening and my stomach clenching up like a fist.

Ezra…is that f*****g Ezra?

“Sinclair!” Coach yells my name from the sidelines.

I’m distracted. I don’t want to be, but I just am, and I end up hesitating and getting my ass sacked. “I know!” I grumbled, doing a 360 back to the field.

I’ve got this. Who gives a f**k that Ezra is the mascot right now? It’s weird, yes, but I can’t think about it. I have a game to win.

Time is standing still and waiting for me to make the penalty kick. I took deep breaths, my focus on confronting the mascot. The sooner I do this, the faster I get to bash his nose.

I kick and I score. Everyone freaks out after that. The stands are thumping, my teammates are attacking me with roars and cheers and slaps all over my body. And I’m celebrating… But also itching to get off the field and confront our mascot.

When I finally slip free, my feet bring me stomping in his direction.

People are shouting congratulatory comments at me from all sides, but my narrowed gaze is stuck on the dancing eagle.

I reach him fast and give him a hard shove from behind. “What the f**k are you doing??” I shout over the ruckus.

He spins to face me, still wearing the eagle head, so I can’t see his face.

“Umm… celebrating!” He starts raising the roof. “Good game, bro. You really…”

I rip his head off to reveal my nemesis, hair sort of slicked at his temples with sweat, and giving me a very wide-eyed stare. But also, still grinning awkwardly, because this is Ezra we’re talking about.

“Thanks…” he sighs, blowing a strand of hair away from his eyes. “It’s hot as balls in here.”

“Ezra… What the f**k are you doing dressed as Baldwin the goddamn Eagle??” I growl at him again, losing my patience for his constant f*****g around.

I should be celebrating right now, but instead, I’m dealing with his goofy ass.

Ezra’s dark eyebrow c***s, and his head slants right. “I’m the mascot duh!” He chuckles.

“What do you think… I snuck in here and stole the costume to be funny?? Although…” He rubs his chin. “That would be pretty funny. I hope no one does it to me…”

“Ezra!” I crowd him, and he backs up. “Why are you the mascot? Is this some kind of sick joke?? Why are you f*****g with me like this?!”

He blinks over eyes that are sort of shiny. The stadium lights bring out the blue in their gray, a note I shake my head at because I don’t give a f**k what color his eyes are… He’s ruining my life!

“Vaughn, I’m not f*****g with you,” he grumbles and rolls the foggy blue. “I saw the flyer, filled out an application to be the mascot, and they gave me the job. What’s the big deal? I thought it might be fun…”

“Fun to intrude on the one thing you haven’t taken from me yet?!” I roar in his face, backing him up until he hits the Gatorade thing again.

“What?? No…” His brows furrow. “What are you talking…”

Suddenly, arms wrap around my waist from behind, a feminine whine cutting into our heated conversation.

“Babe! You crushed it!” Liv squeals, hugging onto me while I shift to find her fluttering lashes up at my face.

She has maroon and gold sparkles all over her face in the form of elaborate cheerleader makeup. It’s sort of excessive, but I guess I appreciate the team spirit.

“Hey, Liv… Thanks,” I mutter, trying to pry her off of me. My eyes flick to Ezra, who raises a brow and smirks. “Can I meet up with you later?”

She nods, kissing my jaw. “Sure! Of course, sexy.” Ezra snorts, and her face tilts in his direction. “Who’s this now?”

“This is, uh… the mascot. Baldwin…” I mumble, my jaw setting as I shoot Ezra scathing look, daring him to f**k her too.

His bright-white grin widens at Lexi. “Ezra, Vaughn’s closest friend.”

I was almost quicj to oppose but she f*****g giggled interrupting me. “We are not friends." I grumbled.

I’m gonna f*****g kill him.

“Ooh… friends,” Liv swoons, the two of them exchanging flirty looks and smiles, and it’s too much for me.

Spinning Liv away from Ezra, I give her a gentle shove. “Alright, enough of that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Wait! Not without a picture from your first win of the season!” She pulls her phone out from somewhere. “Will you take it, bestfriend?”

She hands the phone to Ezrai, but he simply glances at it, then holds up his mitts. “Can’t, sorry. Bird hands.”

“Fine,” Liv sighs. “We’ll take a selfie.”

She angles the phone to snap a picture of the two of us. I’m not even paying attention to it, I’m too busy glaring at Eagle-boy and his s**t-eating grin.

“Perfect,” she cheers anyway, then kisses me once more on the cheek.

“I’ll see you in a bit, hot stuff.”

She scampers off, and I let out a long exhale. “Your girlfriend has character.”

“Yeah, will you f**k her too?” I countered back.

“Hold on buddy…she begged me to f**k her.” I couldn't help myself anymore. I grabbed his hair to punch him, veins popping in my neck and jaw clenched. I have never lost control like this before.

“Im not your friend and neither are you mine.”

"That can change. I just want to treat you to lunch and dinner.” He raised his hands in surrender but I wasn't buying it. My stomach growled but I will never be friends with this bastard.

“Stay the f**k away from my life, Ashbourne.”