A/N: This is all from Dean’s POV from the start. I hope y’all like this so far. We’re going to get more into things in the next part, that is if y’all want another part. Anyway, thank you for the kind messages. Let me know what you think :) Happy Saturday!
I was always told that my football career would take off in college, especially the one I was going to. Of course it had to be a thousand miles away from everything I’ve ever known and I didn’t know if I could do that. My family was the most important thing in my life and I wasn’t ready to leave, especially my younger brother Sam, who was just starting high school this year. I knew I didn’t have a choice. I was going to college whether I liked it or not.
The first day was sort of a blur. My parents helped me pack up my stuff into an old pickup truck and they made the long drive to drop me off. It was strange, I was going to a place where I didn’t know a single person, but everyone knew me, everyone was going to be counting on me. I said my goodbyes, and made sure to tell Sam that he could call me at any time and I would pick up, and before I knew it, they were gone and I was on my own.
I walked around the campus and everyone seemed to know who I was. Random people were constantly saying hello to me and patting me on the back, people I’m sure I probably wouldn’t know at the end of this.
Football came easy to me. I grew up playing the game, my parents starting me young. It’s like they knew I would amount to something, like they knew I would be good. To be fair, I was. It’s not everyday that a fourteen year old becomes the quarterback over guys who had been playing for four years. I worked hard to get to where I was today. Earning myself a full scholarship to play here. Coaches already had their eyes on me for when I graduate, others wanting me to play for their school, but this was the closest place to home that would take me, considering how horrible my grades were. I was barely eligible to play for this team. The school year was going to kill me.