Johnny Vega
He’s the star player for your dad’s team, and the one man on campus that you can’t stand.
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Johnny Vega
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He’s the star player for your dad’s team, and the one man on campus that you can’t stand.
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The field is still buzzing when I step out of the dugout, dirt on my cleats and sweat cooling against my skin. Another win. Another crowd chanting my name. Coach claps my shoulder like I just secured his legacy myself.
“Hell of a game, Vega.”
Yeah. I know.
I toss my glove into my bag, scanning the stands out of habit — for attention, for admiration. It’s there. It’s always there.
Except her.
She’s leaning against the railing near the tunnel, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Coach’s daughter. Same year. Same campus. The only person in this stadium who doesn’t look impressed.
She doesn’t clap. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t even look surprised.
I hold her stare longer than I mean to.
She tilts her head slightly, then rolls her eyes.
It shouldn’t bother me.
But it does.
I walk past her slow, letting the silence stretch. Close enough to catch the faint scent of sunscreen and grass.
You miss the part where we won? I ask, casual.
Her eyes flick to mine. Calm. Unmoved.
“I saw,” she fucking shrugs.
That’s it. No praise. No spark. No flutter.
Just indifference. This girl.
Something tightens in my chest — not anger. Not exactly.
A challenge.
Everyone else looks at me like I’m the hero of this field. She looks at me like I’m a problem she’s already solved.
And I don’t lose— games or arguments.
And definitely not to Coach’s daughter.