Jamie Knight [Knight - I Super Don’t: An Enemies to Lovers Fake Fiance Romance

I get to The Leviathans locker room, and theres no one else here. Not surprising since Im in super early today. Its all because I want to get in some extra practice. In fact, I need to get in the extra practice. Being out for half of last season really took its toll.

I messed up my shoulder in a car accident last fall and it shattered. Several surgeries later, my shoulder isnt totally back to one hundred yet, not to mention Im feeling a little stiff. Im hoping an extended warmup will help.

My physical therapist told me Im all healed up, so I must just be rusty. Theres no more pain or anything, but something feels off to me still. Every time I lean in to make a tackle, I get a tingling sensation. My therapist told me it might be psychosomatic, but Im not buying that. Either way, I wont let that hold me back. I dont want anyone thinking I cant keep up with them anymore or that they need to replace me with a younger linebacker.

I head for my locker, but something else catches me eye. I think theres another person in here already. Ive never seen any of the other guys get here at this time, but I have a feeling its not another player. And I wouldnt be so weirded out by another person if they werent sprawled on one of the benches a few feet away. Thats extremely bizarre. There are places to lie down if someones here late at night, so deciding to sleep on a bench is an odd choice.

I go over to inspect and, as I get closer, I see what looks to be a girl. Oh dear god, I hope its not another crazy fan! We were supposed to be beefing up security this season for this exact reason. How in the world did she get in here?

As I get even closer to her, the second thing I notice is that she has no shirt on. Fuck, this is not good. Should I wake her up? I feel like I shouldnt touch her. Especially if shes some crazed fan. However, she ended up here, it cannot be a good situation. Maybe I can leave her there for someone else to deal with. Its not like shes my problem just because I got here first.

I try to go back to my locker to get ready, but my eyes keep wandering back to the passed-out girl. She looks so helpless. What if there is something seriously wrong with her? She seems to really be out cold or sick. I dont think Ill be able to live with myself if thats the case.

Ugh! I cant just leave her there. Thats what a total asshole would do. Im on this mission to be a decent person Im trying to change my image from a playboy jerk and a decent person would help her.

I put my duffle bag down and wander back on over to the bench. I kneel down to figure out whats going on with her. Im surprised this girl hasnt woken up yet. Its not like Ive been particularly quiet. I poke her in the shoulder, but that does nothing. Not even a single stirring. She must have drunk a shit ton of alcohol if shes not waking up.
Hey!

Im starting to get legitimately concerned. I check her pulse and then her breathing. They both seem steady, so shes alive. Thats good that Im not stuck with a corpse, but Im still here with an unconscious, shirtless, unknown girl. Maybe theres something else going on besides her just being drunk.

I continue to try and shake her awake, but shes unresponsive. Did someone slip her something last night? I need her to become conscious. Like immediately. There are a lot of questions that I have. What should I?

Finally, I pick her up. Im going to need to get a lot more hands-on if I want any results. Maybe some cold water will get those eyes open.

I get us both into one of the showers and turn the knob. A cold spray falls from the showerhead. Im used to soaking in ice baths, so this is nothing to me, but the girl in my arms jolts awake.

Oh my God! she sputters.

Her hands go up to protect her face, and then I think she realizes my presence because she starts trying to wiggle out of my hold. I dont let go because I can tell shes still a little woozy. Eventually, she stops struggling, and I turn off the water.

Were both soaking wet which is annoying the hell out of me. Like Im glad I helped whoever this is, but this is not how I thought my day was going to start. Shes mumbling something incoherent and hasnt started supporting her own body weight, so I place her back down on the bench. Shes still getting her bearings, so I leave her be for a little bit.

I need to get out of these wet clothes. I take off my shirt, throwing it the floor. I might just end up throwing it away since itll sit in my locker all day, getting moldy. I look around for my duffle, but realize I left it over by my locker. Ready to walk over and get myself a shirt, I stop when I hear some more serious rustling behind me. I turn around to see the fan girl sitting up, her palm pressed against her forehead.

What happened? she slurs. Her brown eyes are a little hazy, and shes swaying. I kneel back down to her level and put my hand on her shoulder to keep her from toppling over. This girl must be going through quite the trip.

Whats your name? I ask loudly. I need to make sure shes somewhat cognizant.

Um, Jenny?

Are you asking me or telling me?

Jenny. My name is Jenny. Her hand and eyes drop.

I didnt mean to sound like a dick, sometimes it just comes out. She feels more stable, so I remove my hand from her shoulder. Then, I realize shes still topless. I turn away and back up a few feet, not wanting to make Jenny uncomfortable. She must be having a mini panic attack waking up in a locker room topless with some guy. I can be sympathetic to her situation. I grab a random towel and hand it over. She takes it, wrapping it around her torso.

Well, Jenny. Do you know where you are? She shakes her head. I see. Well, you are in the locker room for the New York Leviathans. Im not sure what happened to you or how you got here. I walked into the locker room this morning and found you here. Do you remember what happened before you got here?

She moves the hair from her face and bites her bottom lip. Maybe she doesnt want to tell me. Theres no real reason for her to trust me. I mean, if shes not a fan girl who brought herself here then, what actually happened might be a lot more daunting. Maybe shes worried Im the one who put her here.

Um, she starts, I was having a drink with my roommate and her friends. It was weird they were being so nice, but she said it was meant to be an olive branch, an apology for the whole cheating incident.

Cheating incident? Maybe shes from the nearby college, NYU. A lot of the students like to come to the games.

Its nothing, really, she dismisses my question. But, she continues, still, it was nice, or so I thought. I mean, Carries never been that nice to me. I was so dumb to think that it was the start of a more cordial relationship between us. I mean, I must be a special kind of dumb to have let this happen.

Its not your fault that someone decided to drug you.

She finally looks back up at me. Its the first time Im really looking at her face, and shes really pretty. Red wavy hair frames her face which is soft, with pink cheeks and a slightly pointed chin. Her eyes are deep brown and friendly with long dark lashes. I could see myself trusting her almost immediately. Her eyes have this searching quality, like she knows a lot more about me than I know about her.