Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Michelle

I’m so out of place. I came to watch Maddox’s football game but didn’t realize the stadium would be so PACKED with people.

My nerves are jittering around, and I’m close to puking.

I’ve never once before went to one of these games. My heart is racing, and I think I might be sick AND broke.

Stupid as I am, I bought the ticket with my own money, and now I’m surrounded by shouting and whistling fans.

I didn’t realize this game would be so huge. Outside the stadium, children were getting their faces painted. There is a freaking orchestra playing music, and I’m staring at some girls holding up these banderoles.

It feels like I’ve stepped into a movie.

A trio of good-looking blonde women with colors painted on their faces holds up this thing that says, “WE WANT MADDOX’S BABIES!!”

I find that sickening to write since they don’t know him.

But maybe that kind of thing is normal to write?

Further down, another says, “Jason, call me!!”

Sighing, I sink into my seat. Maddox offered me a ticket for a better seat, but I said no since I thought its too early to sit with his parents.

Next to me, a girl leans forward. “Aren’t you excited?” Is she talking to me?

I blink, and she turns my way. 

She is pretty, blonde, and blue-eyed with pink cheeks and a warm smile. Her clothes are bright pastel, and her hair is caught in two buns with sparkly hairpins.

Sailor Moon?

Realizing she is waiting for an answer, I swallow. “Y-yeah… I guess you could say that. This is the first game I’ve ever been to.”

“Really?” The girl beams at me. She has braces, the only flaw to her otherwise perfect pretty girl appearance. “I’ve been to plenty of them myself since I know someone on the team.”

“Oh..” I blink repeatedly. I’ve never had friends, but I want the conversation to continue. So I force myself to talk “Who is the person that you know?”

“Jason Deluca. He is a linebacker and plays for the Dashing Devils. We are childhood friends.”

I smile. “I have no idea who that is.”

“He wears number fifty,” she says. “I will point at him when they run out of the field, okay?”

“Okay.” “My

“Michelle.”

a soda and a hotdog. She is kind, and I think she has a crush on Jason. . The problem? Jason doesn’t know Addison is back in town. She is secretly here

the game

not dead-I still have urges. And all these

Maddox.

I’m too fucked in the head to ever have sex again. Not that I’ve tried, but…

are scary...

getting sweaty and naked

thank you. I want it, but… I’m also

comments and giggles. “Jason sure has grown himself a fine

comfortable enough with Addison to roll my eyes. Friendship can be bought, and she gave me a hotdog-we are

you’re back?” “It’s complicated,” Addison comments. “Jason hates my

the past. I was popular and in love with scrawny crybaby Jason. Always had a crush on him, and I showed it in

You’re not

pained smile. “We were friends before I started to bully him all through

“It

cries. “I was

shake my head. “Poor

like fat and ugly, and in reality, I was madly in love with him. Well, crushing on him… Anyway, there is no excuse for the shitty

no excuse at

went through a divorce, and I just channeled it through becoming a bully, but… It’s not a

need to apologize

lately?” she whistles lowly. “That boy is no longer a boy but a

still into Jason… I guess that

laughs. “Shut up! I’m not

only came to

laugh and talk some more through the

binoculars to zoom

probably because he is the

the view of his ass in those tight yellow pants is doing weird things to my lady parts. I can see every outline and detail

entirely out of my

other players with the ball pressed to

is fast for being so

is yelling things, talking

gets my

of a football

and shouting, and the girls next to me are going crazy for Maddox. Yelling

And me?

at what he does! “Damn,” Addison says. “Number one is hot too-I could serve a family dinner on that quarterback’s

My cheeks turn molten,

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