Ezra was still walking on clouds after that glorious week with Samantha.
The guys teased him, especially as it was nearing the end of football season, and basketball would be starting in full soon, but he didn't care that his whole world was wrapped in the blond girl he loved so much.
The fellows did regret their jokes and teasing for one reason though.
When Ezra played, he played harder and meaner than ever before. Not because he was angry but because he wanted to get off the field to see and talk to Samantha. In the two week since their return, Ezra had been like a demon in both games.
They had been away games, so none of the family could attend, and Ezra had been forbidden from calling Samantha because the hotels charged for calls. His intensity was devastating, and his numbers were massively swollen. He already held two national records, sacks and tackles in a season, and in both games he had beaten his own personal numbers.
The coaches were stunned. Though his focus was not on the game itself, Ezra was bigger, stronger, better, and meaner than ever. And tougher. He took savage hits from all comers and bounced back up ready to go. The OSU boys came down to watch him and his teammates every game, and often during practices.
Today they actually had Ezra in a holding pattern, switching him over as blocker to help a nervous newly appointed reserve quarterback the principles of the pocket. They had learned that he was not afraid of the other teams, but instead that during practice he would be facing Ezra, who was already a feared legend amongst the schools in their conference, and by everyone on the Wilmington offense who had been crushed by the blue chip linebacker.
So having him playing lineman soothed the QB, and gave the defensive linemen and his fellow linebackers a lot of extra work. Especially because even by putting three on the field, they couldn't get past Ezra. He was an exceptional blocker, which was why he always was positioned nearest the punt returners, and was slipped into line for field goals and such things, but today he was truly on fire.
No one got by him. He threw them off, down, and away, and never once let anyone near his quarterback, once even fully flinging a linemen ontop of a rushing linebacker.
When everyone noticed the blue clad Samantha waving on the sidelines, they began to call for someone to get Ezra's attention. The coaches were so glued to him, taking notes, and making sure their offensive linemen saw what he did they didn't notice until the QB, who was having a phenomal passing day thanks to Ezra's protection heard the others, turned his head, then whistled as Ezra bulldogged a fellow linebacker.
The big Native looked up and the QB threw his thumb over his shoulder. "Hey Ez. Samantha's here."
No one on the team said anything rude about Samantha. They liked her, liked her a lot for Ezra. And of course the one fool who had done so on an opposing team, a senior All-American center who outweighed and towered over Ezra, had learned the flaw in the plan. Ezra had knocked him over, spun past him, and run over him so many times that three quarterbacks were taken out of the game. Ezra didn't lay a hand of actual intent on the fool until the fourth when the comments on Samantha had gotten so foul that the others were begging Ezra to hit the fool or to let them. Ezra had denied them.
He waited until the next down, then drove into the fool so hard that his facemask had broken, and the fool had gone flying, landing on his own QB and the ball, which squirted free for Ezra to run in for 6 points. Ezra then put the ball on the unconscious fool's chest, and told the QB what to tell the fool. "If he ever says another word about Samantha I'll hit him for real."
No one doubted his words, and since then Ezra had not heard a word of trash talk from the opposing teams. He scared them even more because while he was polite and friendly, he wouldn't talk during games. he would signal audibles, but he didn't chatter, didn't badmouth. He just ran people over. And it hurt.
But all of that faded at the sight of Samantha.
Ezra's eyes glowed when he saw her now, and he nodded to the QB, then grabbed the rushing linemen, scooped them up, one under each arm, carried them to the bench, grabbed his drink, then looked at the head coach. "Can i go see Samantha coach?"
Everyone was taunting the stunned linemen, and the coach nodded as Ezra scampered off to Samantha. He cupped her face gently and kissed her, then looked into her eyes. "You look amazing as always...how did dance go?" His eyes roamed her face hungrily as they always did, unable to get enough. He did not press too close at the moment as he was covered in sweat and rather stinky.
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Four eyes stared at the couple, then both lit cigarettes and shoom their heads. "Can you believe him? Over pussy?"
"Well she is hot."
"What Donna not enough for you?"
"Hey man just because Tara-"
"Shut the fuck up."
Opie sighed taking a drag. Then he spoke. "Why does this piss you off so much?"
"He was my friend."
"Still is ain't he?"
"No. he betrayed the club."
"How? The life isn't for everyone. Dad says some just don't have it."
"Piney says alot. But he left us for pussy. For that rich blonde cunt."
Opie was startled by the venom in Jax's words, but Jax suddenly cut his bike about and tore off. Opie blinked then followed the prince of SAMCRO, curious what would go down tonight at the Willowfoot ranch.
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