It was her turn to take a moment to figure something out. Then she smiled. It didn’t take long for Brook to show me why I’d made the right choice in picking her for my girlfriend. If there were awards for the all-time best, she would’ve earned it.
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Chapter 16 – What Happens on the Recruiting Trip Saturday October 1
I was startled awake by a voice.
“Da-vid,” the singsong voice called.
My eyes blinked open, and I saw Brook’s smiling face.
“Hey, what time is it?” I asked as I tried to clear my mind.
“Seven.”
I groaned because I’d only gotten a couple of hours of sleep. Brook was to blame. We’d decided to sleep in my room because Brook thought we’d made too much of a mess in her bed.
“I’m horny,” she announced.
Sleep was overrated. What was the saying? ‘I can sleep when I’m dead.’ Fortunately, Mr. Happy seemed to be the one awake, so I let him take over the body.
Brook squeaked when I rolled on top of her but was soon an active participant. We became quite energetic and soon had the headboard banging against the wall. I had an evil thought because I knew that Tim and Wolf were sharing the room next to us.
“Hotness! Yes … that’s it! Just like that!” I called out.
Since I’m not ordinarily vocal during sex, that caused Brook to give me a funny look. I leaned down and kissed her neck.
“Tim and Wolf can hear us,” I whispered.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Give it to me, Big Daddy!”
We sounded like we were in a bad porno. I kicked myself for not finding an appropriate soundtrack. I soon discovered that Brook wasn’t lying when she suddenly reached her summit and screamed my name.
“David!”
I wasn’t far behind and began to grunt like a wounded water buffalo.
We heard pounding through the wall, and both began to giggle.
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We all met in the lobby, where Wolf spotted Larry Dell, who had attended our Michigan camp at Lincoln. Larry was ranked just behind me in all the recruiting ratings. He’d won the Elite 11 competition this year while I’d been playing baseball.
“Hey, I guess everyone wanted to see Clemson beat Louisville today,” Larry said as he and his parents met everyone.
Today’s game was supposed to be something special. Louisville had a freshman quarterback who was playing lights-out. There was talk that he might actually win the Heisman. When we picked this game, we didn’t have any idea he was going to be so good.
Both teams had shone this year. Louisville was currently ranked number 3, and Clemson was at number 5. We expected a good contest with plenty of offense. This game had National Championship implications written all over it. Larry was right; this was the one everyone wanted to see.
When we were scheduling our trips, we debated whether we would rather see Clemson play Florida State or Louisville. If Florida State had been playing at Clemson, we would’ve passed on the Louisville matchup. We agreed now that we’d been lucky.
“Have you made it official, or are you still stringing Clemson along?” Wolf asked, wanting to know if Larry had made his decision.
“I’m 95 percent sure it’s Clemson, but I won’t sign until the spring.”
“Smart move. If there’s a coaching change, you want to keep your options open,” I said.
At this level, the NFL might come along and steal Coach Swank away.
Clemson also had an embarrassment of riches at the quarterback position. Their current starter was a lock to make it to the NFL. They had Chuck Tess backing him up. Chuck had been one of the quarterbacks I’d competed against at Elite 11. They were recruiting Larry, this year’s winner, and it was reported that they were pursuing the top junior in next year’s class. No other school in America could boast that kind of talent at my position.
Larry also had to worry about me. I’d already shown that I could outplay him at the Michigan camp. If I picked Clemson, it might change not only Larry’s mind but also the minds of the juniors they were recruiting. While top talent wasn’t afraid of competition, reality had to set in at some point. There just weren’t enough footballs to go around.
If I were being honest with myself, I’d acknowledge it might be me who ended up on the bench behind one of these studs. I was taking off next fall to make a movie. I also wanted to play baseball, which would cut into spring football. That would give Larry all fall and extra practice in the spring to learn the system and play with their receivers every day. It might be enough of an advantage to push me behind him on the depth chart.
I also had to consider the juniors. There were two quarterbacks in that class that people were talking about as being extraordinary. If what I heard was right, they might be better than I was. Larry and I could both find ourselves fighting for a backup job. That was how serious the competition was about to get at Clemson.
