Jackson

The stadium lights were still blazing bright, casting the field in that golden glow that always made football nights feel electric. My blood was still pumping from the win, the roar of the crowd echoing in my ears as teammates slapped me on the back, cheering and hollering.

We’d done it.

We’d taken the game, and it had been a fight to the very last second.

I should’ve been on top of the world right now. This was the kind of victory you dreamed about as a quarterback. A ...