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theladyofdeath · 7 years ago

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Friday Night Lights {ACOTAR}

Chapter 19

Summary: Inspired by the series Friday Night Lights. In a town that is obsessed with football, a group of teenagers are glorified for what they bring to the field. But what the people of Velaris don’t realize is that there is a lot more to life than football, and it’s not always pretty.

Revolves around Cassian, Nesta, Elain, Lucien, Azriel, Morrigan, Amren, Feyre, and Rhysand.

*Warning: This fic deals with sensitive material.

*Note: A chapter will be posted every Sunday & Wednesday.

Click here for previous chapters.

Author’s Note: I hope this chapter, which is incredibly short but incredibly important, all gives you serious feels. Warning: Shelby ( @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty ) cried.

One more chapter! x

“I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.” ― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Collins found out. He fired me.

Nesta’s thoughts rang through his mind the next morning as he was awaiting his mother’s fate. The court session had yet to begin, and his nerves were consuming him. What had happened the night before, with Nesta, wasn’t helping.

What do you mean he fired you? Cassian had shouted. What do you mean he knows?

She had explained everything that had happened between her and Mr. Collins earlier in the afternoon, how he had cornered her in Helion’s classroom just after her detention session. Cassian had never been a fan of Collins, but after that, he loathed the guy.

They hadn’t done anything wrong. Cassian was an adult, and Nesta was only a year older. Kids her age were still in high school. By the world’s standards, they were innocent. But all Collins had cared about was his reputation.

I hate this! She had yelled, as Cassian wrapped his arms around her body, trying his best to comfort her, trying his best to make it better. I never had this, Cass. I didn’t go to high school with kids my own age. I didn’t go to dances, I didn’t date, and now I’ve found you, and it’s some kind of crime!

He wanted to take away her pain, wanted to take away her guilt. But how could he when his own guilt was eating him away? He should have stayed away, should have never pursued her. Now, her dream of being a teacher was in jeopardy. Collins knew a lot of people, he was well known in the community. What would he say about her? What lies would he spread?

They had spent the night in one another’s arms, tears streaming down Nesta’s cheeks until she fell asleep. She had felt awful. He had felt awful. There was no winning in that situation.

Cassian felt useless.

He had dropped Alana off at school that morning. Unsure of what the afternoon held, he was nervous, but he didn’t want her to know. He didn’t want her to worry. Not until he had answers.

The answers that he was terrified of.

He kissed her head goodbye, and sent her with her friends, then headed to the courthouse. Half of his mind was on the task at hand, and the other half was with Nesta, wherever she was.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced, bringing Cassian back to the present.

Cassian stood, and he looked back at his friends who had shown up to support him – Azriel, Rhysand, Amren, and Mor – and there in the back stood Nesta. She gave him a comforting smile before he turned back to the front, where the judge was being seated.

Before he could take a breath, his mother was being escorted into the room. Cassian couldn’t help but stare at her, his mouth hanging open.

She looked like shit.

She didn’t smile at her only son but looked at him with disdain instead. If they weren’t in a courthouse, Cassian thought that she would have liked to spit at his feet.

Yes, he had done that to her. He had called the cops. He had started this.

But no, he didn’t feel bad.

He shouldn’t have felt bad. The woman had stolen his childhood, his innocence.

The room took their seats.

“Let’s get this over with. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short,” the judge announced, seemingly more relaxed than any other judge Cassian had ever been in the same room as. And he had been around a lot of judges. He looked at Cassian’s mom. “You will be going to prison, and after looking at your record, I am baffled that you haven’t gone to prison sooner. Before I give you your sentence, I wanted to give your son a chance to say anything on your behalf.”

The judge looked to Cassian, who shook his head. “I have nothing to say to her.”

“Very well,” the judge said. “You are eighteen, is that correct?”

“Yes, sir,” Cassian said.

“And you have a sister? How old is she? Five?”

“Yes, sir.”

“She will be put into foster care, then. There –“

“What?” Cassian stood up, causing an uproar from the bailiff.

The judge simply raised his hand, telling his bailiff to stand down. “Mr. Nazari. Your sister has no relatives that are able to support her –“

“I can!” he yelled, knowing that he was breaking courtroom protocol.

But, the judge remained calm as he spoke, “Young man, I respect your enthusiasm, but believe me when I tell you that this is what is best for her.”

Cassian was bewildered. “I know what it’s like to raise a child. I’ve been raising one since I was thirteen years old. With all due respect, you have no idea what is best for her. I do.”

The judge nodded, as if he understood where Cassian was coming from. It was his calmness that was making Cassian’s anger rise, though. “Do you have a job? It says here that you haven’t even graduated yet.”

“I work part-time –“

“Part-time does not support a family.”

There was a ringing in his ears as a red film coated his vision.

Cassian was on the edge, and he knew his eyes were beginning to grow misty as his fist hit the banister in front of him. “If you think for a second that she, that piece of shit,” he began, gesturing to his mother, “took any time out of her selfish life to raise Alana, you are out of your damned mind!” The bailiff was behind Cassian, grabbing his hands, attempting to restrain him. The judge no longer asked him to stop. “You can’t take her away from me! I’m all she knows! I am her parent, I am her support system!” When the bailiff began to drag him away, down the aisle, Cassian began to plead. “Please. Please.”

The judge’s sympathetic eyes moved from Cassian, toward the back of the room. Cassian followed, and was surprised in who he saw, standing in the back row.

He hadn’t even noticed Coach B enter the room.

The bailiff stopped just in front of the closed, double doors.

“State your name and your business here,” the judge ordered.

“Bryaxis Bell,” he said, and Cassian had never heard him speak his full name before. “I am Cassian’s football coach at Velaris High. I have known him for four years, and have known and cared for his sister since she was a baby.”

“And your point?” The judge asked.

“My wife and I would like to bring Mrs. Nazari’s daughter into our home while she is away.”

Cassian paused, his tears flowing freely as he no longer fought the bailiff. He felt weak. So, so weak. “Coach.”

The judge looked from Cassian to Coach B, then to the bailiff. “Escort him out, please.”

Cassian had no more energy left in him as he was being dragged out of the courtroom. The last thing he saw was Nesta, who was watching Coach B with a plea in her stormy-blue eyes.

He felt like he was sitting in the hallway for hours, when it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes. Nesta was first out of the room. She had found him sitting on a bench outside of the courtroom, and kissed his head before telling him she would come by the house later that night.

There were other people he had to talk to.

His friends were the next out, and they had all given him a hug and a few encouraging words before heading back to school.

But Cassian stayed until Coach B walked out.

He quietly joined Cassian on the bench. They sat in the silence before he asked, “How are you feeling?”

Cassian wasn’t sure what to say. He simply shook his head as he stared at his boots.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Coach B said. “I talked to the judge.”

Cassian looked at him, terrified of looking too hopeful.

“Cassian,” Coach B began, and he never had been too good with words. “Your mother has up to fifteen years, she had so many charges on her record. By that time, Alana will be an adult. I want to save her from the foster care system....So, with your blessing, she can come into our home, and we can begin the adoption process.”

Cassian didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. It was amazing, a blessing, what Coach B was offering. And yet, it seemed too easy, too good to be true.

On top of that, Cassian felt a slight pang in his chest. Either way, Alana would have to leave him, and he couldn’t fathom that.

He was conflicted.

But if she had to leave, it was Cassian’s responsibility to do everything he could to leave her in the right hands.

Cassian tried to keep his voice strong, and failed. “She has been my life, Coach.”

“And you’ve done a great job raising her, Cassian,” Coach promised. “But you’re so young, and you have your whole life ahead of you. You have to think about you first.”

But he had never thought about himself first, it had always been Alana and her needs. And before Alana was in the picture, he was simply trying to survive.

“I promise to take good care of her,” Coach B said, quietly. “We both will.”

He and his wife. Cassian had known that his wife had wanted a child, but recently found out that she couldn’t have any of her own. They had tried and failed over the time that Cassian had known him, and he had seen the toll it had taken on the football coach.

And now they wanted to adopt Alana. Of course, they would do a great job. They were wonderful people, with a nice house and good jobs. They had all the love and resources it took to raise a child. Cassian would be foolish, selfish, to try and fight it.

“I know,” Cassian said, at last. “Of course it’s fine with me. Coach -“

Thank you, he wanted to say, but it didn’t seem good enough.

“I know,” Coach B said, with a rare smile. “You’re a good kid, Cassian. So is Alana. What’s mine, is yours. You are more than welcome to stay with us, too, until you go off to college.”

Cassian shook his head. “I haven’t even gotten accepted anywhere yet.”

There were a thousand questions in his mind, about his mother and what was going to happen with Alana, but they all fell into the back of his mind as Coach B pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket. “This came to my office yesterday.”

Cassian took it, and opened it, and nearly fell off the bench as his tears flowed freely, once again. The words began to blur before he could finish reading the letter. “I.....I got a scholarship.”

It was meant to come out as a question, but his emotions were so full and overwhelming that he could barely form the words alone.

“A full ride,” Coach B said, proudly. “You’re going to be playing for Velaris U, Cass.”

Cassian shook his head as his face fell into his hands, and as he sat next to the only man that had ever been a father figure to him, he wept as life as he knew it was about to change.

#tacmc fnl #one more chapter #19 #friday night lights #nessian #feysand #elriel #andromor #fanfic #fanfiction #last chapter coming soon #let me know what you think #acotar #acomaf #acowar #my writing

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thefancyspin · 6 years ago

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clare-with-no-i · 2 years ago

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Though for real there is a market for Tami/Eric fanfiction, there is like... none. There is not enough Tami/Eric for this world.

I hear you and I agree. and I would love to help, I really would, but I'm behind on about four Jily stories so I think if I were to make a sudden pivot into FNL fanfiction my followers would have reasonable grounds to run me out of the town square with pitchforks and torches

#doesn't mean I haven't thought about writing it tho!#ask #anon #not hp #seriously they are an elite couple #I also like Julie and Matt Saracen #and it annoys me how ppl shit on Julie for every little thing ever as though she wasn't a teenage girl being confronted with a ton of shit

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fluffy-yummy · 5 years ago

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years ago

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[22] It's All For Billy (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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Warnings: owning up to mistakes, taking the fall for family

Words: 2.3k

I went with Tim to Riggins' Rigs the same morning Becky brought over our things and Skeeter. The little dog ran right over to me doing homework on the couch and nuzzled into me.

"Hey, buddy. I missed you." I kissed his head and scratched his ears. "I hope you were good and didn't annoy Cheryl too much."

Skeeter licked my face, making me laugh and set my books aside.

Tim came over to sit next to me once Becky left. His clothes were covered in grease stains and he had grease marks all over his hands and arms. I kissed his mouth and stared at him.

"Yeah?" He gazed at me.

"Your mechanic getup here is sexy. I didn't think you could get any better lookin', babe."

"Does Catherine Barton have a thing for mechanics?"

I kissed him and brushed his hair back. "Just for the mechanic next to me."

Tim looked at Skeeter. "I didn't know Skeet could fix cars."

Laughing, I leaned into Tim. I stared up at him and pulled him into a hard kiss. I was only a little disappointed when he pulled away.

"As much as I want to close down the shop to fulfill whatever mechanic fantasy you have, I've gotta finish up this car." He patted my leg and went back to work.

I lounged back on the couch with a big sigh. "Too bad, I guess. I'll just have to imagine what it'd be like... right here, right now, on this couch... or the car being fixed. That'd be fun."

"Barton, I'm tryin' to work."

"Yeah, and I'm tryin' to get you to come back over here."

Tim watched me from under the hood for a moment before his phone rang. We were so close. He picked it up, smirking at me.

"What? You're not kiddin'? It's happenin'?"

I perked up.

"No, yeah. We're on our way. We'll see ya there." He hung up and started cleaning up some of his tools. "Mindy's havin' her baby."

I had my things packed up before Tim had his hands washed. Billy as a dad seemed hilarious to me, but I was so damn proud of him.

I ran to Tim's truck, instructing Skeeter to stay in the shop. "Come on, Tim!"

He shut the garage door and jumped into the truck. He kissed me shortly. "I guess you're fantasy has to wait, huh?"

I squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. "Just drive, Riggins."

*****

The waiting room had a few people scattered around, me and Tim included. We weren't allowed in with Mindy since we weren't her direct family. I took the opportunity to work on my studies. When the intake of information was too much, I shut the book and rested my head on Tim's shoulder. I felt him kiss my head.

Sleep was knocking at my door when Billy stormed out in a nurse's gown. He looked like he was about to cry because he was kicked out of the room. A few tears did leak out when he sat next to Tim.

I reassured him that he'd get to go back once he calmed down. Mindy didn't need to have her support wavering because he was nervous or scared. He needed to buck up and be the foundation to keep her strong as she birthed their child. My words did seem to impact him, but he still spent another hour complaining.

Tim finally had enough of his brother and said a few magic words to pump Billy back up. It was something only brothers could understand.

Billy marched back into the room and took his control back.

I sighed. "It's so quiet now."

"You're welcome." He kissed my head and tapped my book. "Now get back to studying. Break's over."

"Yes, sir."

Another hour or so went by before my brain had enough again. I put the book away and let my head fall back against the wall. "Has she had the baby yet?"

Tim chuckled. "Nope."

I put his arm around my shoulders and snuggled as best as I could against him. "Wake me up when Billy comes runnin' out like a mad man."

As soon as I said it, Billy ran through the waiting room shouting about his new baby boy and how he made that little baby. He hugged me and Tim before we could stand up and congratulate him on the birth. Still shouting like a crazy person, Billy ran back to the room where his not so pregnant wife was catching her breath.

Another half an hour passed before we could go in to see Baby Riggins. I was so nervous seeing a baby so soon after birth, but oh so excited to watch Billy be a dad.

A tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket was in Mindy's arms as we entered the room. Billy's eyes were full of a love I'd never seen on a man before as he stared at his wife and son. My eyes watered as he waved us over without looking up from his baby.

Tim let me coo over Little Riggins first. I said short phrases to the baby like I was talking to Skeeter. While I told Mindy she did amazing, I fixed her hair a little bit. She wasn't a close friend, but I still leaned over and kissed the top of her head before stepping back and hugging Billy. Tim greeted his nephew in a low voice while I watched with Billy.

"His name is Steven Riggins," Billy said, touching his son's head gently.

My heart soared.

*****

That evening, Tim and I went back to the garage so he could finish the car he was working on. I gathered my things together so we could ditch out as soon as he finished. He decided to be a goofball rather than work, playing invisible instruments to the music going. I laughed so hard I started to cry.

Tim walked over to me, wiping away the tears and kissing me roughly. I didn't mind it. I was having a hard time focusing on anything else other than Tim and his messy mechanic clothes somewhere not on his body.

Everything came crashing down when the sound of someone walking into the garage forced us apart. A cop stood next to the car looking far from happy to be there. Skeeter knew something was wrong when we silenced, so he growled. I shushed him.

"Are you Tim Riggins?"

My heart raced and my breath came short.

"Yes, sir."

"Is your brother around?"

"No, sir."

The officer studied the garage. "I'm gonna need ya to tell me where he is because both of you are coming with me to the station."

Tim lowered his head. "He just had a baby, sir. He's at the hospital still."

"Thank you, Mr. Riggins. Now I need you to get in the car." I grabbed Tim's hand before he started walking, but the cop stopped me. "Ma'am, you have to stay right here."

"Go back home, Barton," Tim told me. "I'll get there when I can."

I nodded as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't even get to kiss him before he followed the police officer to the car. I swallowed my fear as the police car pulled away. I quickly closed the shop as best as I could and took Skeeter home with me.

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It was nearing 3 a.m. when Tim finally came home. I hadn't slept at all, sitting on the couch while I waited. He was so quiet when I shuffled over to him and hugged him tightly. When he didn't say much about it, I knew he was deep in his thoughts. Instead of having him answer my questions, I led him to my room.

I brought him into my bathroom where I helped clean him up from work. The elation we felt about Baby Riggins was long gone, leaving us with the stark reminder of the consequences for letting a chop shop exist in Riggins' Rigs. Once his skin was as grease free as we could manage without a shower, I attempted to tuck him into bed. He wouldn't have any of it.

Tim pulled me down on top of him when he finally laid back. His lips touched mine, desperate for something I was unaware of. I didn't know what to do to help him, so I let him find what he needed from me.

Abruptly, he quit kissing me and pressed my body against his. I put my nose and mouth against his chest, wrapping my arms around him as best as I could. My eyes closed as his hand tangled in my hair.

"We'll be okay," I whispered in his chest, leaving a soft kiss there.

*****

Things with the police settled down for Thanksgiving. Billy and Tim still had lawyers to talk to, which was going as well as they could go with both of the Riggins having some kind of a record. I just prayed the whole situation would be solved with neither of them going to prison. I was relieved none of us had to think about it until after a Thanksgiving meal with the Taylor family. Both of them needed the chance to think and find some kind of peace in the matter.

It felt normal at the Taylors'; relaxing, fun. I helped Mrs. Taylor with setting the table and getting the food set out. The way Tim stared at me as I bustled around made my heart hurt. I couldn't understand why. His eyes were so sad and full of longing. I didn't know what to do except kiss his forehead as I went by. It seemed to help a little.

Both Riggins were quieter than usual during the meal. Tim put his hand on my knee several times, never looking at me when he did. He took my hand when Billy stood up to make a gut-wrenching speech about everyone there.

I did what I could to keep happy the rest of our visit there, laughing with Julie as we did the dishes or playing with Gracie Bell in the living room. My happy feeling slipped away when I saw Tim go out on the back patio with Billy. Both of them looked at each other like they'd never see the other again. My palms started sweating as they hugged each other.

The three of us excused ourselves with thankful hearts once everything was cleaned up. Nothing felt better than being loved by each and every one of those people there. I just wished the Riggins brothers felt that as we climbed into Tim's truck. They both looked so lost.

My hands shook when Tim pulled into the police department lot on the way home. I felt sick when he turned off the truck and stared straight ahead. I took a deep breath that wavered when I felt tears pool at my lower lids.

"I-I'll be outside," Billy said as he opened the truck door. I was deafened by the silence after the door shut.

"You're goin' to admit to it all, aren't you?" I knew something was going on at the Taylors', I just didn't want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy the day, feel thankful for what I had.

"I have to... for Billy, Mindy... Stevie."

I nodded, sucking in a sound of distress and looking away from him. "Okay."

Tim took one of my hands. "I know this is gonna hurt us, but no matter how long I'm in there, Barton, I'll be thinkin' about you. And if you don't hate me when I get out, I still wanna get married to you."

"I won't hate you, Tim. I don't hate you for doin' this. It's all for Billy, right? You're just being the best damn brother in this whole town, this whole state."

"Take care of Becky... and Skeeter... the property... you and your grades..."

"I'll be okay, Tim." I sniffled. "It breaks my heart that this is what you've decided to do, but I understand. Billy can't go in there with a new baby at home. It would destroy him and Mindy. We're strong. We'll make it through."

Tim took a long, shaky breath. "I love you."

I finally had the guts to look up at Tim. His eyes were red and threatening to spill over. It was clear he didn't want to do it, but it was the only thing he had. I didn't even have an idea to get both of them out of trouble.

My lips found his in a desperate attempt to say our goodbyes as temporary as we hoped it would be. Each time our lips touched, the more salt I tasted from my tears and most likely his. It made me cry harder, tucking my head under his chin. I savored his arms around my body.

"I love you, Tim Riggins. Don't forget it, okay?"

He kissed my head and then lifted my chin up to kiss me one more time. We had to get out of the truck if Tim was ever going to help his brother.

I wept the whole time he and Billy said their own goodbyes. Their hug made me choke on a sob and wrap my arms around myself. Tim came over to me to hug again before wrapping me up in his coat. His lips stayed on my forehead for a few seconds longer and then he walked away. He paused, looked at his hand, and tossed his car keys to Billy. I fell to my knees when the station door shut behind him, muting the sounds from my mouth in the sleeves of Tim's coat.

#fnl #fridaynightlights #friendship #highschool #love #ofc #originalcharacter #originalfemalecharacter #romance #timriggins #timrigginsxoc #tvshow #fnl fanfiction #Friday night lights fanfiction #Tim riggins fanfiction

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years ago

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[16] 33's Coming Home With Me (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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Warnings: none

Words: 2k

Panthers fans gathered around the team's bus while the football team mingled with family. Everyone was hyped to be going to State again and the energy surged through the gathering.

"Are you ridin' with us, Catherine?" Mrs. Taylor came over to me with Julie.

I nodded. "If you're still okay with it."

"Of course! We love your company."

Julie smiled. "We can talk about Matt and Tim."

I glanced at Mrs. Taylor, remembering the day Coach walked in on his daughter and Matt. Julie was horrified, but her parents were mortified. I didn't want our conversation to go down that path for her mom's sake.

"Uh, yeah. We can talk about how great they're gonna do at the game and only that, Jules." I shifted my eyes over to Mrs. Taylor so she would catch the hint.

Julie rolled her eyes.

Both women looked past me and Julie grinned just as arms snaked around my middle.

"Hey, Tim," she said. Mrs. Taylor greeted him, too, though less enthusiastically as her daughter.

"Hey," he said back, kissing the side of my head.

I was so happy when Julie and her mom gave us some privacy.

"Julie's insistent that we talk about you and Saracen on our way to the stadium." I turned in his hold, brushing his hair back.

"Yeah?"

"My guess is we'll talk about Matt the most." My lips curled up into a smirk. "Saracen isn't too bad on the eyes, ya know."

Tim's lips neared my ear. "I would hate to miss my bus because I had to remind my girlfriend who she goes to bed with every night."

Laughing, I molded my mouth to his. "Don't worry, Riggins. She knows who he is and is very happy."

"Good."

I straightened Tim's shirt. "Are you excited? Senior year and y'all are off to State for a second time."

"It's great." His smile was sweet.

"I thought you'd be more excited," I said.

"Yeah, well I've gotta save the excitement for the game." He kissed my forehead. "I've gotta make sure I have enough energy to show off for my girl."

I rolled my eyes and hugged him. "I'll see you at the hotel, yeah?"

"You bet."

We kissed once more before we split off to our respective rides.

*****

"Who are you stayin' with, Catherine?" Mrs. Taylor asked, peering at me through the rearview mirror.

"Tyra is supposed to be my roommate, but she's working on her application essay. I think Landry is trying to get her to come to the game. If he can't, then I won't be rooming with anyone else."

"Are you thinkin' of sharin' with Tim Riggins?"

Heat rose up my neck and settled on my cheeks. "Um, he has a room to stay in, Mrs. Taylor."

"Mom," Julie whined. "Who cares if they share a room? They love each other, right Cat? I mean, they basically live together."

"Yeah, but there are rules, Jules. It doesn't matter if we love each other, we shouldn't share a room during a school trip," I said.

Mrs. Taylor glanced at me again. "And Tim is okay with obeyin' the rules?"

"He doesn't care much for them, but he cares about me, so he promised to behave."

"He stayed with you last time we were at State," Julie said. "You looked so cute sleeping together."

"That was different. We weren't datin'."

"So it's different that you are now?" Mrs. Taylor asked.

"Uh, yeah. Very different." I could see the realization cross over her face.

"Are you bein' safe?"

Julie groaned.

"Yes, ma'am. Always."

"Do you use whatever it is the right way every time?"

I couldn't keep my half-smile off my face. "I mean no disrespect, Mrs. T., but we are talkin' about Tim Riggins who's been with a lot of girls. He didn't get any of them pregnant, so I'm confident we're using protection correctly." I smiled at her through the mirror. "I appreciate your concern. It's nice to know someone is lookin' out for me."

"You're welcome, Catherine."

The Taylors were a family I adopted as my own once I figured out my own family wasn't close. I didn't come to Mrs. Taylor for life advice, but I listened to what she had to say to me as if she was my own mom. Julie was like a little sister I felt obligated to protect as she grew up. It pained me that she was trying to push her parents away. I hoped Eric and Tami saw me as someone who could mentor their daughter if she kept going down her rebellious teenage path.

"What's that smile about?" Julie asked. "Thinking about Tim?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm thinkin' about you and your family and how much y'all mean to me. Thanks for being my second family."

Julie instantly teared up and Mrs. Taylor smiled through the mirror.

"We'll always be here when you need us," Julie's mom said. "No matter where you go, we'll be here."

"I'm glad."

*****

I gazed at the sign I made. Before the game, me, Tyra, and Julie gathered in our hotel room with poster paper and all sorts of markers and photos. At the time, I loved what I put together for the game. Once I was sitting in my seat next to the girls, I felt like I pushed it too far.

"I can't believe I wrote this on a sign," I said to Tyra.

"You were pretty excited about it this afternoon." Tyra smirked at it on my lap. "I think it's cute."

In bold blue and yellow lettering, I wrote out, "33 is coming home with me." I even had a photo of Tim in his uniform on the poster. It was pretty embarrassing considering we were in a huge stadium where several hundred people would be filling the seats within the hour.

"I'm pretty sure I had a lapse in judgment. There's no way I can hold this up. What if people see it?" I curled it around itself.

Julie laughed. "I think that's the point."

I peeked at it again. "Do you think Tim will hate it?"

"The fact that it hints you're sleepin' with him, he'll love it." Tyra leaned back in her seat. "If you don't hold that up during the game, we won't be friends anymore."

"It does not hint at that and that's a little aggressive, Tyra."

She shrugged. "It definitely does. If it makes you feel better, hold it up when they come runnin' out. Tim might actually see it."

"Then you don't have to hold it up again," Julie said. "You are wearing his jersey."

And it was easy to tell it didn't belong to me. Even with it tucked into my jeans, it spilled over my waistband, covering my pockets. Tim thought it was adorable when he picked me up from my room for breakfast. Tyra and Julie thought it was hilarious.

"Fine. I still can't believe I made this."

"The girls need to know he's spoken for, right?" Julie grinned.

I sighed and leaned forward to look past Julie at Tyra. "I know I should have asked you a while ago, but are you okay with this? Tim and I, I mean."

Tyra waved it off. "I had a thing for Riggins a long time ago. I don't mind you datin' him at all. Y'all have been together so long that it seems weird I ever had something with him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You guys work together. Better than me and him and I'd say better than him and Lyla Garrity."

"You don't like Lyla very much," Julie pointed out. "Of course you'd pair Tim and Cat together before him and Lyla."

"Yeah, well..."

I chuckled and leaned back in my seat.

*****

I was on the edge of my seat the entire game. My voice was nearly gone as I screamed at them to get the football down the field. The Panthers were holding their own even with the scores even. Unfortunately, the game didn't end in the Panthers' favor. The stadium's volume cut in half as we felt the disappointment.

Mrs. Taylor led us into the locker room at the request of her husband once the team got in there. Friends and family of all the players gathered around the team still in their gear. It was quiet. Coach Taylor stood in front of everyone.

"Your friends and family are here because you played a great game." His eyes scanned over everyone. "We are proud of each and every one of you. We are proud of the way you played out there. Y'all should be proud of yourselves."

It warmed my heart when we applauded them. Some of the football players got teary-eyed at the praise. They made it to State because they worked hard. No one could deny their dedication.

Before Coach asked us to leave, I squeezed past a few players to get to Tim. He was still sitting on the bench with a forlorn stare. It went away the moment he saw me, a brilliant smile on his face.

"What a game," I said, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "I'm really proud to call myself Tim Riggins' girlfriend."

His hugged my middle and rested his chin on my stomach. "Thanks."

"Are you okay? I know it's not quite how you wanted to end the season."

"Yeah, I'm okay." Tim's lips pressed against my stomach. "By the way, I liked your sign. I'm glad you want me goin' home with ya."

I blushed. "Ugh. I hoped you wouldn't notice. It's so embarrassing."

He chuckled.

Coach Taylor started ushering people out, so Tim kissed me shortly. "I'll see you later, Cat."

"Bye, Tim."

*****

Everyone went home after the game since there wasn't a party to celebrate. No one complained about it, ready to sleep off the loss.

Mrs. Taylor dropped me off at school, so I could catch a ride home with Tim. She bid me a good night before driving away with a sleeping Julie.

The team bus was in front of the locker room door and Tim was already heading over to me. He seemed a lot happier than when he first got on the bus.

"Good ride back?"

Tim pushed me back against his truck and captured my mouth. He grabbed my head, tilting it to deepen our kiss. I got caught up in the moment, pulling him by his waist so we were flush against each other. I zeroed in on how soft his lips were, how he knew exactly what to do with them to make my brain malfunction. It was one of the best kisses he ever gave me. My eyes took a few seconds longer to open when he pulled his lips away.

"What was that for?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"I love football and everything about it." He kissed me again. "Now football is over."

"Yeah, it is."

"I'm madly in love with you and everything you are. I want everything to be about you now. About us."

"Really? You're want to drop football just like that?"

"I've got something better right here."

A slow kiss.

"Okay. Let's focus on us."

"You are gonna focus on college, Barton, and I'm going to focus on you and making your life easier."

"No college for you?"

He shook his head. "I don't like school now and I don't expect I'll like it in college. I'm sick of caring about my grades."

"You don't care about them now," I giggled.

"Exactly."

"Okay." I stood on my toes to kiss him again. "I support your choice."

"Can I go home with you now?"

I nodded and gently pushed Tim away from me. I laughed when his hand brushed against my butt. He tried looking innocent, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

Tim took my hand the second our doors shut. I leaned over to kiss him before he pulled out of the parking lot.

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[15] Texas Forever, Street

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Thursday after practice, Tim pulled up to Applebee's where I was taking time to talk to Tyra. I hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted to catch up on her break, so Tim and I planned to meet there after he was done.

Tim sat down across from me as Tyra said bye after greeting Tim. He lounged back and brushed his knee against mine. I smiled and asked about practice.

He ignored my question. "Do you wanna come to New York with me and Street?"

"New York? That's a long way from here."

"We leave tomorrow mornin' and we'll get back Sunday night. You'll only miss a day of school."

"Why are y'all goin' there?"

"Street has a girl up in New Jersey he's tryin' to get a job to support her with. There's someone up there he wants to talk to about it. He's really hopin' it works out. I'm goin' and I want ya to come, too."

"Tim." I took his hand and smiled softly. "Why do you need me to come? I'm not sayin' I won't, but I wanna know why."

"I don't wanna come back alone."

"Oh, Tim." I got up and sat next to him. I kissed his cheek and squeezed his hands. "Do you really think he's gonna stay?" I watched Tim's eyes get shinier before he turned to look out the window.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah. He's set on being with her and his kid. Dillon's gonna lose a great guy."

I turned his head toward me again. "Of course, I'll go with you. You'll need a tour guide, right?"

He kissed me. "I love you."

"You, too, Riggins."

I stood up to go back to my side, but he grabbed my waist to pull me back. I didn't care that half the restaurant looked over at us when I laughed.

*****

New York was a place I flourished. I felt comfortable there, free amongst the buildings. It was that way every time I came to the big city. I was a big city girl in a country way of life. But looking at Tim talking to Jason, I was glad I lived in Dillon.

Before lunch, Jason bought some cheap suits for his chat and we brought him to the man with the job. Tim and I sat by the reception desk while Jason went into the office.

I put my head on Tim's shoulder, grabbing his hand. "You think he's gonna get the job?"

"He has to. It'll kill him if he doesn't. I've never seen him want anything this bad." Tim let his head fall back on the wall.

"Then it's our job to make sure he gets it. He deserves that from us. From you."

Tim looked at our hands. "I'm not sure I'm ready to tell him goodbye."

I kissed the side of his head. "It's not goodbye. He'll come back. We just need to be strong for him right now. We'll see him again if this all works out."

He closed his eyes and took slow breaths. Tim put his head on my shoulder and squeezed my hand.

When Jason came back out five minutes later in a huff, we knew it didn't go well. As soon as we were back on the streets, Jason started ranting. Tim and I patiently waited for him to calm down, but that didn't happen until the sun was almost gone and we were walking around Time Square.

Tim was ready to do something, suggesting we see the play Gypsy. I rolled my eyes, but I was willing to go if we could get Jason to take a second and chill.

"If you want this job then Wendell is your way in, Six," Tim said exasperated. "Go talk to him. Get him to pick the other guy. That's how you'll get the job."

Jason seemed genuinely surprised by Tim's idea. "Guess what we're doin' tomorrow?"

"Talkin' to Wendell?" I grinned.

Jason matched my enthusiasm.

"All right, all right. But we're goin' to this play first," Tim said, holding the bulletin up.

Jason agreed and started rolling forward.

I pulled Tim back to me to kiss him. "Thank you for doin' that for him."

"I don't want to hold him back."

"And you won't." Our lips connected again.

"Hey! Quit makin' out over there and let's go to that play!"

We pulled apart. I smiled sheepishly at Jason, taking Tim's hand, and pulling him behind me to catch up to our friend.

*****

Once again, Tim and I were left alone while Jason did the talking. That time we were able to walk around campus while he met with Wendell. It gave us a chance to talk more privately.

I held Tim's hand, strolling along the sidewalks. The campus was pretty, full of trees changing their leaves and old brick buildings. I didn't think schools could look that pretty.

"You thinkin' about college yet?" Tim asked me, looking at the gray sky.

"Sorta. There's a great school out in Florida – Full Sail University. It's the perfect school for art geeks like me."

"Florida's nice."

"I was thinkin' about doin' online courses. The school encourages it and has a great online program. I want to try it out, maybe stay in Dillon."

Tim stopped walking and embraced me. He spread his legs out to bring himself more to my level. I laughed and put my hands around his waist, threading each pointer through a belt loop on his jeans.

"You should go to Florida, Barton. You look like you belong in a city like this and going to that art college will be good for you. You don't have to stay in Dillon. If you're stayin' because of me, I told you I'd go with you."

"Tim, I can't make you leave Dillon. I know there are colleges askin' for you and maybe you should look into it." I kissed him. "I'm not tellin' you to go to any of them, just look into it. See if you feel like going."

He stood back at his full height and brushed my hair back. "I'll look into it because you're cute. If I decide I'm not goin', I'm comin' with ya to Florida."

"You're still gonna make me go there?"

"You want to go there."

I frowned. "How about I go for one year. You come with me if that's what you want, then we go back to Dillon where I take the rest of my classes online.

Tim kissed my forehead and smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

*****

Jason got the job. It was entry level, but it was a start. Convincing Wendell was the best move he had and it worked. As soon as Jason accepted the position, we were in a taxi to New Jersey. It was cramped in the back seat between the boys, but none of us cared with the strange silence growing in the vehicle.

The house Erin lived in was cute. Small, but cute. I climbed out after Tim and we worked together to get Jason in his chair. I saw them stare each other down, so I stepped around to the other side of the taxi to give them space. They started talking in low voices. My eyes instantly teared up when they struggled to keep it together. Sometimes life was cruel to best friends. I came back around when Jason met my gaze.

"You take care of him, Catherine," Jason said. "You're good for each other."

One tear rolled down my cheek. "Thanks, Jason."

He smiled once more before wheeling up to the front step.

I put my head on Tim's shoulder as we watched a pretty redhead come out with a chubby baby in her arms. Jason's posture changed at the sight, making me smile and cry at the same time. Their kiss broke my heart for Tim but mended it for Jason. I couldn't look up at Tim because I didn't want to see him upset. I didn't want to start sobbing right there.

"Let's go, Barton."

The force it took for him to speak leveled caused me to peer at him. His face was a lot to take in. My sigh was shaky. I wiped away my steady tears and brushed Tim's hair behind his ears. I kissed his cheek and tugged him behind me to the trunk so we could leave Jason's bag.

The drive to the airport was quiet. The flight was even quieter. We managed some small talk during the taxi ride to Tim's house.

The mood shifted when we saw Tim's truck parked in the bushes with a dent in the front of it. Inside, beer bottles were everywhere and Billy Riggins was out cold on the couch. Tim went over to wake him up.

"What the hell did you do to my truck, Billy? You had it for three days."

Billy stared at his brother confused, still waking up.

"You're gonna pay to get it back into better shape than before."

They started arguing until Billy said it.

"Mindy broke up with me."

The tension fizzled.

Tim sighed at his brother. "You're still payin' for it. Come on, Cat."

Tim led me into his room where he fell back on his bed, rubbing his face.

"I'm sorry, Tim," I said, shedding my coat. "Is there somethin' I can do for you?"

"You can get over here and spoon with your boyfriend. That'd be a big help."

I smiled and crawled onto the bed. I tugged on the collar of his coat. "Are you thinkin' of sleepin' in this?"

His eyes met mine and he smirked. "Who said we were sleepin'?"

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[14] What About After High School? (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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I woke up to Tim stretching his arm over me. His cheek rubbed against my head after he settled again. I blinked my eyes open but refused to move. I wasn't quite ready to get up and out of Tim's embrace.

I nuzzled my nose against his collarbone, taking a deep breath. He groaned and laid on his back. I pressed against his side and watched his chest rise and fall. I traced figures on his torso, loving how smooth his skin felt under my fingertips. I heard him breathe out my full name in response, but he seemed to be asleep still.

It was my phone that stirred him. His head jerked up and he rubbed his eyes. He drank a lot the night before, so he fell back as I crawled over him to get my phone. It was Jason Street.

"Hey, Street," I said, letting my body rest across Tim. Even in sleep, his hand found my butt.

"Is Tim with you?"

I looked back at the sleeping football player. "Yeah."

Jason sighed. "Can you tell him he's supposed to be over here helpin' with the house? Billy and Herc aren't here and I can't do this alone."

"I'll do my best to get him over there."

"Thanks, Catherine."

I hung up and got off of Tim. I slipped on his flannel shirt from the day before and climbed back onto Tim. I brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. He stirred, blinked a few times, and relaxed again. I frowned and shook his shoulder. He still didn't wake up.

"Tim." His head moved. "Tim, wake up. Jason is askin' for ya to get over to the house. You have to get it finished."

"Mmm."

"If you don't get up, Riggins, I won't let you touch me for a long time." He sleepily reached out, but I leaped off of the bed. "Come on. Get up. My threat still stands. If you're not out of my bed by the time I get back with water and some aspirin, you're gonna be out of luck."

My threat worked because he was sitting on the edge of my bed when I came back. He rubbed his face and smiled at me. I gave him the water and pain meds that he promptly ingested before pulling me close. Tim caressed my stomach with his face while I brushed his hair with my fingers.

"You gotta get to the house today, Tim. You're almost done, so you might finish today."

"Wanna help us?" Tim looked up at me. "You're pretty good with paint, ya know."

"Wow, I never would have guessed." I bent over to kiss him. "Sure. I'll come help."

"And wear that, please," he said, tugging at his shirt. "You look real nice in it."

"I'm gonna wear pants, Tim."

His fingers trailed along my legs. "You'll still wear it though?"

I looked at it. "If you don't care about paint gettin' on it..."

"I don't care. I'll be too busy rememberin' this mornin' to care."

"What happened this morning?"

Tim wasted little time getting me back on my bed and showing me exactly what he'd be thinking about. He didn't even remove his shirt from my body.

*****

Jason calmed down by lunch when Billy and Herc finally showed up. I was sitting between Tim's legs eating a sandwich when they walked in. Jason put them to work immediately while we finished our food.

I jumped when Tim's hand slid around to my stomach, a finger slipping between the buttons of the shirt. He ran his finger along the skin he could reach, giving me goosebumps. I looked over my shoulder at him when I could clearly tell he was getting turned on. He pulled my hair away from my neck and pressed his lips there. I couldn't resist leaning into him and letting my eyes shut.

"Really, Riggins?"

I jumped again from Jason's tone, refusing to meet his stare.

"We're on break, Six."

"Feeling up your girlfriend probably isn't the best thing to be doin' on your break."

I sat up straighter to put a little space between us. "If it's a problem, I'll go. I'm not here to distract Tim. I'll work in a different room."

Jason sighed. "No, don't go. Keep your hands to yourself, Riggins."

"We'll see," Tim said. He wrapped both arms around my middle and pulled me back against him.

*****

The sun was long gone by the time we finished painting. All of us sat in a circle in the living room, drinking the case of beer Billy went out to grab when they finished the case from the morning.

I took a sip from Tim's beer, not wanting to drink much. He watched me as I handed it back. He surprised me with a soft kiss on my lips. My face warmed along with my heart.

"Get a room," Herc said. "I've been watchin' you two horny teenagers all day and I'm about ready to turn to God."

The guys laughed. Tim grinned and I stuck my tongue out at Herc.

"You're just jealous." I wrapped my arms around Tim's shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm jealous of a couple of high school sweethearts who will be over by graduation."

My face fell and I hid it against the side of Tim's head. I didn't want to think about it with graduation so close. College was on the horizon and I didn't know where'd we go or what we'd do.

"Herc," Jason warned.

Tim rubbed my arm. I barely felt it, barely heard the guys start talking about selling the house. Herc placed the thought back in my head and I couldn't think of anything else.

I kissed the spot beside Tim's ear and told him I needed a few minutes away. He watched me as I stood. All of them did. I glanced back at Tim as I started upstairs to give him a small smile. I heard Billy hound Herc on his comment before I shut myself in a room.

I sat in the center of the room, staring at the white walls for a while. I laid back and closed my eyes.

Herc was right. What would happen to us come graduation? Where was I going to go? Where would Tim go? Would he even go to college? We could be in separate states and I wasn't so sure I wanted that. Tim was a huge part of my life and I didn't want him absent during the most difficult part.

I felt tears forming and my chin tremble. I laid my arm across my eyes and tried to calm down. I didn't want Tim to worry about me or our future with his last chance to go State nearing. The Panthers were playing great. Tim was playing great. Worrying about us was the last thing he needed.

I didn't move with the door opened and then closed. The way his boots shuffled across the floor told me it was Tim.

He took a seat next to me, placing his hand on my stomach. "I'm sorry about Herc, Cat. He says a lot of things without thinkin'."

"Do you think he's right?" I uncovered my face and stared at the ceiling. "Do you think graduation is the end for us?"

Tim said my name as he hovered over me. He kissed my lips and wiped away the drying tears on my face. "I don't know."

It made my heart stop and breath come short. Tim saw the panic in my eyes and held me close.

"I don't know because I can't see the future. I promised you back in Mexico that we'd stay together until we couldn't. I'm not seein' an end for us anytime soon, Barton. If you go off to college, I'll visit every chance I get. I'll still be here when you come back. Hell, I'll move into a place with you wherever you go if you want."

My laugh was more like a sob.

"We're gonna be fine, Catherine."

I brushed his hair back. "What about college for you? Don't you want to go?"

He chuckled. "I'm not lookin' around for anything."

"You're doing great with football, so you could get a scholarship."

"I don't care either way." Tim kissed my forehead.

"Why can't I stay here with you then? I don't have to go to college. I'll be 18 before this year is over, so my parents can't force me to go if I don't want to."

"No. You should go to college. You want to go to college. You'd hate it here if you stayed for me."

"No, I wouldn't." I sighed and kissed him. "Would you really come with me though?"

"Yeah."

"Even if I go somewhere cold?"

"We'll just have skin to skin contact to stay warm."

"What about if it's hotter than Texas?" I started unbuttoning Tim's shirt.

"We'll be naked all the time."

I giggled and kissed his chest. "I love you, Tim."

Tim's lips were on mine again. "I love you, too, Catherine."

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[13] I'm Sure (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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Much to my fear and disappointment, Tim and Billy brought Guy's money to him. Tim told me he wanted to beat the shit out of him for what he did to me, but he knew it wouldn't have ended well. I was just happy to see Tim come up my driveway later that day.

I spent the rest of the school year working on my mental health, keeping my grades up, and being there for Tim. He was actually doing a better job at being there for me, but I still tried. I wanted to be myself again, which got easier as the days went by. It also helped that Tim didn't treat me like I would break at every turn and he kept me from pushing myself too far. People didn't give him enough credit.

Before I knew it, summer was coming to an end and I felt better, happier. I was more like me with an added need to cling to Tim. I was more touchy-feeling than before and he noticed. I don't think he minded.

I walked into Tim and Billy's house one day in August. It was one of the few times he actually was over there instead of my house. Since my family had a really great pool, he and I spent several afternoons in the water. It was great not having to share with the rest of Dillon.

Tim was sitting on the couch watching TV with a beer bottle in his hand and another one at his feet. He wore one of his Dillon shirts he cut the sleeves off of and some ripped up blue jeans. I sighed at the sight. He was so handsome.

He smiled like I was the first sun he'd seen after a month of rain. "Hey, Barton."

I leaned over to kiss him, one hand on the side of his face. "Still doin' nothin' for the rest of summer break?"

"It's something if you're here."

I sat on his lap and put my head on his shoulder. His arms surrounded me after he tucked his beer between my thighs. I laughed as he pulled me into a proper kiss.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked against my lips.

"Mmm." I didn't pull away from him. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for a swim, but I like this better."

"We can still go once we're done here." He kissed me again while sitting up straighter.

His beer spilled all over me. I groaned and stood up, setting the bottle on the counter. There was a big wet spot on my pants with some on my shirt. Tim got up to get me a wet rag.

"I'm gonna smell like beer all day," I sighed, rubbing the wet spots with the rag. "Can I just wear somethin' of yours?"

"I don't know." Tim put his hands on my waist. "You might look too hot for me to keep my hands to myself."

I blushed. "I'd rather that than smellin' like stale beer."

"Wear anything you want. You know where my room is." Tim pressed his lips to mine and let me go.

I came back out in a pair of his shorts, the waist tied as tight as it could go, and one of his Panthers football t-shirts that swallowed me. I had the front tucked into the shorts so it didn't look quite so similar to a dress.

Tim's whole face lit up. "Damn, Barton. I'm gonna start a petition against your old wardrobe."

"Oh, shut up, Riggins." I smiled and climbed back onto his lap.

"Where were we again?" He leaned forward to kiss me again, but I put my fingers to his lips.

I checked around for anymore opened bottles. "I just gotta make sure I'm not gonna get soaked by another drink."

Tim eagerly took my mouth, holding me close. I framed his face with my hands and tilted my head to one side to bring the kiss to a deeper level. His tongue passed through my lips, making me sigh.

With our lips still together, I straddled his lap. It made me taller, so Tim had to reach up to my mouth. I loved feeling like I held all the power in the kisses.

Tim gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. I inhaled sharply when he grabbed my butt. He froze. His hands lifted away from my body.

I laughed and reassured him with a few short kisses. "It's okay, Tim. I'm fine. I trust you." Another kiss. "I was just surprised." My hands tangled in his hair. "I-I liked it."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable. I'm not afraid to say somethin' to ya." My lips neared his. "You... You can do it again."

"Okay." He connected our lips quickly.

Tim's hand came back to my body, resting at my waist. I bit my lip, staring at Tim while he cautiously followed the curve of my butt. I released my breath when he tested the waters with a gentle squeeze. I laughed when his other hand got involved.

"You're like a kid who just got a new toy," I said, kissing his cheek.

"I've spent a lot of time wonderin' how your cute ass would feel."

I chuckled. "What a romantic thing to say, Riggins."

"You like it." A smirk and his hands moved up to play with my hair.

"Yeah, I do." I took his mouth again. "I like it a lot. I might even love it."

"I didn't know my girl was into dirty talk."

"I wouldn't say that." I brushed his hair from his face."I like to hear you talk. I'd say I'm into your voice."

"I don't think I've had a girl tell me that before."

"Yeah, because they only wanted one thing from you." My eyes glanced down. "I actually like you for you."

"How did this go from a sexy make-out session to you showerin' me with compliments." Tim's face was relaxed and happy.

"We can go back to the makin' out if you want. I just enjoy talkin' about ya."

Tim brushed his lips against mine. "Wanna kiss me somewhere else?"

"Maybe. Where ya thinkin'?"

"There's a room over there that's real cozy with a door we can shut."

I knew what he was suggesting. My stomach flipped at the thought although I wasn't nervous. Being with Tim in that way made me blush.

I kissed him. "How about we go to my house, play around in the pool, and see where the rest of the day takes us?"

He smiled and lovingly brushed my hair behind my ears. "We can still make out there, yeah?"

"Absolutely."

"And you're gonna stay in my clothes for a while?"

"Until I get in the pool."

Tim stood up, keeping me firm against him as he carried me out to his truck. "What are we waitin' for?"

*****

It was hard to just play around in the pool when both of us had our minds on something very different. Wearing our swimsuits didn't help the matter. We spent more time kissing each other than enjoying the pool.

Tim had me lie back on the stairs in the pool and hovered over me. His lips touched the sensitive flesh of my throat. My fingers trailed along his stomach and chest, making him nibble on my skin. If he kept that up, I'd melt into the water.

"M-Maybe we should get out of the water." I was surprised I could make a sentence when his lips meandered down along my collarbone.

"Got another place in mind?" He kissed my lips and then my shoulder. Goosebumps rose on my skin when the strap of my top slid down my arm.

I tilted my head back to look around the area. "I'm leanin' toward somewhere inside." His thumb followed along the bottom of my top. "Somewhere more comfortable."

"Tell me where and I'll get us there." Tim paused his kisses to look down at me.

My fingers combed through his wet hair. "My room?"

His eyes filled with excitement. "Really? You sure?"

I nodded, pulling my lower lip between my teeth. "Yes, I'm sure. I really can't think of anything else right now."

Tim gathered me up into his arms and started up to my room. He nearly slipped on the hardwood floor, but he saved himself, laughing and pressing a kiss to my head.

I laughed when he dropped me on my bed before closing the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck when he crawled on top of me, pulling him into a heated kiss. I forced him closer when he settled between my legs. Tim shifted to bring him directly over me and I fought back a moan when he rubbed up against my body. I felt him smile against my lips at the small sound I couldn't keep in.

"You're absolutely sure?" Tim spoke against my lips grinding against me again.

"As long I don't find myself pregnant a month from now, I'm sure, Tim," I said breathlessly, my back arching slightly.

"Yes, ma'am."

In a bold move, I ran the tip of my tongue along his jaw. Tim's eyes were wide when I met his stare. He knew I never slept with anyone before, so that threw him for a loop.

I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry?"

"Don't be." Tim took my lips once again with a grin.

*****

I stared at Tim lying next to me. His eyes scanned over my face, a smile growing the longer he stared. I gave him a chaste kiss and snuggled closer to him. One of his arms rested over my waist to bring me even closer.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"Not just because I slept with you?"

"Nah."

I closed my eyes, feeling sleep tug at my conscious. "Good, 'cause I love you, too."

Tim sighed. "Thanks."

Laughter bubbled out of my throat and I woke up a little. "Did you just thank me for havin' sex with you?"

"No." I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't, I swear." Tim touched my face. "Unless you want me to thank you."

I laughed again. "You're welcome, Riggins. I'd gladly do it all over again."

"All right."

I squealed as Tim kissed my neck playfully, rolling me onto my back.

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[12] Bad Always Comes With the Good (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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Leaning against my room's doorframe, I stared at Tim sleeping. He was on his stomach in my bed, his feet sticking out from under the covers. I had a great view of his back muscles when he shifted, his hand reaching over to my side of the bed. When he grabbed at sheets instead of me, his head lifted to search for me. I tiptoed over.

My hand touched the skin of his back followed by my lips. He rubbed his face just as I straddled his lower back and leaned forward to press kisses on his shoulders.

Tim turned over making sure I stayed on him. He immediately started kissing me, hands grasping my head to keep me attached to his lips. I didn't mind.

I angled my head just right and slipped my tongue between his lips. I don't think he was expecting it because he pulled away and studied my face.

"You look really cute right now." I blushed and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Really cute."

"You think I'm sexy in the mornin'."

"Guilty." I grinned and brushed back his messy hair. "I can't get enough of Tim Riggins. I get to go to bed with him. I get to wake up with him..." My lips touched the flesh between his pecks. "One of these days, I'm gonna have my way with him."

"He's a lucky guy. You think today is his lucky day?"

I kissed his lips. "His lucky day was back in Mexico when he got me."

Tim groaned and wrapped his arms around me. "You're killin' me, Barton."

"I love you," I said against his lips. "Come with me to church this morning and no, I'm not hoping the sermon will reach you. I just want to walk in there with you holdin' my hand. I want you to sit next to me, put your arm on the back of the seat behind me, and play with my hair."

"Is that why you woke me up so nice?"

I shook my head and curled up beside him. "I did that because I wanted to."

His eyes bounced around my face. "Yeah, I'll go with you."

"Really?"

"Sure."

I made us late because making out with Tim Riggins sounded much better than getting ready.

*****

"Thank you for comin' with me," I said as Tim pulled into a grocery store parking lot. I nodded toward it. "What're you gettin'?"

Tim leaned close as he shut the truck off. "Maybe some chocolate, some kind of fruit... a can of whipped cream."

"Yeah?" I smirked.

He kissed me. "Sounds like a good time, huh?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

"What do you want for lunch?" His cute grin was on his face again.

"Some kind of meat. I could use the protein." I didn't miss Tim hide the amusement over my choice of words. I rolled my eyes and shoved him out of his seat. "Get stuff for burgers, creep. I haven't seen you grill somethin' in a while."

"Sounds good. I'll be back soon."

I watched him go inside and then put my head back against the seat. I closed my eyes.

After telling him how I felt, things were really good between us. I felt happy. Tim had a smile on his face almost every day. Things were going great for us. I smiled to myself.

A loud tap on the glass made me jump up straight. A group of guys I didn't recognize surrounded my side of the window. A larger man with scraggly facial hair motioned for me to roll down the window.

I glanced at the driver-side door to see the lock was up and I knew mine was, too. If I could get my side locked and then the other side, I could hold them off long enough for Tim to get back.

I rolled the window down an inch, resting my arm over the lock. "What can I do for ya?"

"You're Riggins' pretty little lady, aren't ya?"

"Maybe. Who's asking?"

"Guy Raston, ex-roommate."

Several foul words went through my head. My arm's weight finally pushed down the lock, making Guy grin wickedly.

"You've heard of me, haven't you?"

"Most of Dillon has. You've got quite the reputation."

"Not quite like your pretty boyfriend."

My eyes followed two of his guys meandering over to the driver's side. I scooted over to lock the door before they could get there.

"I bet Timmy told you all kinds of things about me," Guy went on. "Like how I let him in when he had nowhere else to go or how I took him huntin' with some nice guns."

I stayed centered on the seat, eyes shifting to each man. "He mentioned somethin' about it and I really ought to thank you for givin' him a roof over his head."

"I'm sure he mentioned how he took advantage of my kindness and stole somethin' from me."

"No, sir."

He chuckled. "So polite." Guy slammed his hands on the window to scare me. "I'd like to break that out of a pretty gal like you."

My eyes met Tim's when he walked out of the store. He dropped the groceries and came after the nearest guy, punching him in the face. I shouted at him to stop, for all of them to stop, but the other three guys converged on Tim. I didn't hesitate to reach through the back window and grab something heavy. All I found was a fat piece of wood, but it would work.

I jumped out and swung at the nearest guy who put his fist into Tim's cheek. I didn't get a chance to swing again because Guy grabbed me from behind. I kicked and shouted, hoping someone would come out and help. Guy groped at my chest to taunt Tim, which he took the bait. The last man still upright took a bottle off the ground and smashed it on Tim's head. He went down and I screamed out for him. He didn't move.

"I've gotta punish Timmy and what a better way than to ruin is pretty girlfriend," Guy said in my ear.

I screamed and started kicking again, but the second guy grabbed my legs to keep me still. I refused to stop fighting back even though I was tiring out. My heart stopped when the other two guys came to.

"Take her around the building."

Sobs mixed in with my shouts, getting louder as I was taken around the side of the store. The other two guys stumbled over and just watched while I wept. Guy held me against his chest, reaching under my shirt. I felt that there was no hope left for me. The second man started working on my belt, so I kicked harder. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping me fighting.

I shouted out more, praying to God someone was around to hear me. I closed my eyes when I heard that horrifying sound of my belt coming undone. All of my screams became weak sobs and my body started to shut down.

"Get away from her!"

My eyes shot open. Matt Saracen and Landry Clarke were running toward me with some sort of weapon in their hands. The two guys watching started running the opposite direction, falling over each other because of their foggy minds. Matt and Landry's names ripped up my throat as I called out to them. I swore there was a golden light shining behind them as they had all four men running. I barely heard Guy threaten to come back if Tim didn't get him his money in two weeks.

Matt slid on the dirt as he reached me, gathering me into his arms while Landry called the police. I couldn't stop crying long enough to say anything as I latched onto Matt.

"Are you okay, Catherine? Did they... Did they...?"

I shook my head, choking on my words.

Matt cradled my head against his shoulder. He looked at Landry. "Make sure Tim is okay. I'll stay with her."

An avalanche of thank yous spilled from my mouth as I cried, Matt rocking me to help calm me down. He kept saying soft words that I couldn't understand through my mutterings over staying in the truck. I could have called the cops on my cell instead of trying to be a hero.

Matt and I both looked up when we heard shoes scuff against the dirt. Landry was leading Tim over. There was blood on his face and a bruise forming on his cheek, but he didn't care when he saw me broken in the quarterback's arms. He ran over, stumbling a little from getting knocked out.

"What happened?" He took me from Matt and sat back against the building. "What did he do?"

I couldn't speak, blubbering against his chest. Tim looked at Matt for an explanation.

"Tim, they were... those guys were..." Even Matt struggled.

"They tried to rape her," Landry said.

A wave of nausea came over me and I jumped out of Tim's arms to puke behind the dumpster. I couldn't bring myself to get up when I laid down on the ground.

Tim scooted over to me and rubbed my back. He started apologizing, his voice thick with emotion. I knew immediately he was blaming himself, so I crawled into his lap and cried my way through telling him it wasn't his fault.

We didn't move when the police showed up with an ambulance. I held onto Tim when they forced to get checked over by the paramedics. They took some photos of the scene, of Tim's face, of my clothes that I hadn't put back together. The police asked the boys questions about the situation but asked Tim to bring me in later when I could talk without crying. He agreed and took me home.

*****

Tim was right outside the bathroom door when I finished my shower. He hugged me and held me until I pulled away. I took his hand and led him to the back patio. I made him lie down on one of the lounge chairs before curling up next to him. His hand ran through my hair.

"I'm so sorry, Cat," Tim said. He was getting emotional again.

I didn't speak. I rubbed my cheek against his chest to reassure him. Any negative feelings I had that day weren't aimed toward Tim.

"I never should have taken the money."

"Don't beat yourself up. Please. It's not your fault." I sounded hollow in my ears.

"They wouldn't have come after you if I left it alone."

"Please, Tim. I don't want to think about it right now. I want to be here with you... in this moment. Just forget all of it for a little bit."

"Okay." I could tell he wasn't happy about it.

I fell asleep on him in that small seat. His heartbeat was the one thing that soothed me enough to find sleep.

*****

Tyra found me after school on her way to the volleyball practice Mrs. Taylor asked her to go to. I smiled a little at her.

"Landry told me what happened. I think he hoped I could help since something similar happened to me."

"You were attacked?"

She nodded. "How are ya doin' today?"

Shrugging, I pulled my backpack higher on my shoulders. "One second I'm okay and the next I'm a mess."

"That'll stop. It'll take time, but you won't feel that way forever."

"How did you deal with guys being around you... touching you?"

Tyra sighed and pulled me to the side. "That'll get better, too. Just be patient."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I have panic attacks if Tim accidentally bumps into me. I'm like a broken dog that has to see him coming before he can get close."

She hugged me. "I wish I knew how to help you more than lettin' you talk about it."

"I'm just scared Tim is going to get tired of me freakin' out and leave me. I can't do this without him."

"Tim is a cocky piece of work when he wants to be, but he looks at you like you're the only booze worth drinkin'." Tyra smiled. "Your relationship is built on trust, so trust him, Cat. He would never hurt you."

I nodded and wiped my tears away.

"Why don't you come with me to this practice? Tim will be there helpin' out, so you can stare at his cute butt and enjoy yourself.

A light giggle came out of my mouth. "Yeah. It is pretty cute."

Tyra smiled again, taking my hand and leading me to the gym.

Tim saw me instantly and dropped all of the volleyballs in his arms to come toward me. Mrs. Taylor called for him to come back, but stopped when she saw me. Tim approached me carefully, stopping about a foot away to let me come to him if I wanted to. I did.

I sniffled. "I love you."

His lips touched the top of my head. "I love you, too. Can I walk you to the bleachers?"

I nodded.

Tim grabbed my hand, slipping his fingers between mine as he led me past Mrs. Taylor to a seat. He kissed my forehead before resuming his post.

Tyra was having a hard time finding her spiking power as practice went on. Mrs. Taylor went over to her and started talking. Tim rolled balls over to the other side and gave me a toothy grin for the heck of it. It made me smile.

Mrs. Taylor called for the girls to start sending balls to Tyra, the first one bee-lining for Tim's head. He caught it just in time with wide eyes. The next one shot past him.

Each spike got funnier as Tim tried to dodge Tyra's wrath. I laughed hard when a ball hit him in the ass while he was going for another ball. I didn't know volleyball practice was so much fun to watch.

I waited for Tim to finish cleaning up after practice. Watching him be responsible was kind of attractive. I was pretty sure I was staring at him dreamily by the time he walked over to me.

He sat one level up from my seat, letting me lean against his leg. "How are you?"

I smiled a little. "Better than this morning. Tyra talked to me a little about what happened to her and I got to see a bunch of volleyballs come at you."

"I should have you kiss my ass to make it feel better because you're too happy about it."

My smile slowly faded as I stared into Tim's eyes. The healing wound on his forehead made me feel sad. "You're not gonna leave me because of what happened? Because of how scared I am?"

His eyes saddened. "I don't plan on it, no."

I nodded into his leg before pressing my lips against his jeans. "Can we go see Matt and Landry?"

Tim's lips turned up knowingly. "Come on."

We walked over to the boy's locker room where Tim walked in far enough to keep me in sight and get their attention. The two boys followed behind Tim, surprised to see me waiting for them.

"Hey, Catherine," Matt said. "You okay?"

"Yeah, uh..." I looked up at Tim and then back at the boys. "I wanna thank you both properly for... for the other day. I wanted to thank you while not in hysterics." I blinked back the tears I felt creeping up.

"I'm glad we got there in time," Landry said.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that again," I told him. "Tyra told me."

Tim and Matt looked at each other.

"Don't be sorry, Catherine. "I-I'm sorry you had to go through that at all."

I released a short breath and hugged Landry. I squeezed my arms for a second and then hugged Matt. "I owe you guys a lot." My eyes shot to Tim. "We owe you a lot." I stepped away from them and stood close to Tim. He placed his hand on my back.

"Thank you," Tim said. Sincerity was heavy in his words.

Matt nodded and Landry smiled. They went back into the locker room with soft touches to my shoulder, which Tim watched closely to make sure I was okay.

I hugged Tim, sighing into his chest. It was safe there.

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[11] I Love You, Tim Riggins (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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"We're gonna lose the house," Tim told me.

We were walking around the football field because we wanted to. School was done for the day as well as practices. Neither of us was ready to go home.

"Did Billy lose his job again?" He nodded. "How much?"

"$2,000. We have to get it by next week."

I took his hand. "Let me help you guys. Please. I don't want either of you out on the streets."

He sighed. "I don't want your money, Catherine. People will think I'm using your family name as a cushion."

"Who cares? We'll know the truth. I'm not lettin' you find some questionable way to get the money – I know Billy. I'm willin' to help, so let me."

I squeaked when Tim wrapped me up in a hug. "You're too good for this town, Barton."

"Never."

*****

Dillon High was still crowded with Laraby kids, but things were calming down after the game. Their school renovations were nearing completion, so it was only a little bit longer before we were free.

A couple of Larby boys looked at me and snickered just as one of the yearbook girls came up to my locker. I scowled at the boys before smiling at Samantha. She handed me an envelope with my name on it.

"We took these forever ago and forgot to give them to you. There're two copies of each photo"

"Subject?"

She smiled. "You and Tim Riggins."

"Are you serious? Please tell me they won't make it into the yearbook."

"That's up to the editor." Samantha said bye and left me alone again.

With shaking hands, I opened the envelope. A smile came on my face followed by a blush.

The first photo on the stack was me at State. Mrs. Taylor and Julie were in the shot with me, but it was clear I was the main subject. The 33 on my cheek was where my eyes went first.

Tim and I were standing in front of some lockers in the second shot. He was talking and I was listening wholeheartedly, a bright smile on my lips.

The next was at the powderpuff game when Tim high-fived me after a touchdown. There was a shot of me showing Tim how to use my camera, which I didn't know they had another person there taking photos. The last few photos were various moments of me and Tim throughout the last year. I hadn't realized what a spectacle we were in Dillon.

My favorite photo was me in his beat-up ball cap from a few weeks prior. I was laughing hard about something Tim said and he was watching me. My heart raced. I'd never seen him look at me like that and it was a look. The look.

"How cute," Julie said as she sidled up beside me to peer over my shoulder. "Who took those?"

"Yearbook. It's the first time I've seen them."

She eyed the one I was still staring at. "That's a really cute picture. Tim looks totally in love with you."

My stomach flipped. "Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

"Um..." I took a deep breath. "Do you really think he loves me?"

Julie made an 'o' with her mouth and smiled. "Definitely. It's pretty clear every time he looks at you, not just in this photo."

I nodded slowly, making a neat stack with the photos.

"Oh, and he's on his way over. I'll see you later, Cat." Julie left just as Tim came up behind me.

His arms went around my shoulders and he kissed the top of my head. "What's that?"

I turned to face him and hand the photos over. "Yearbook as been stalkin' us."

Tim's eyes lit up with each one he saw. I loved it.

"You're pretty cute, Catherine Barton."

"They gave me two copies of all of them."

"Smart idea." He immediately started gathering his pile of images.

I took my stack when he finished and made him bend over to kiss me. He pushed our hips together to deepen the kiss long enough before a teacher came and scolded us.

I laughed and rested my forehead on his chest. "My parents are leavin' today. You're welcome to come back over once they do. We've got a pool now."

"You sure you want me to have that invitation again?"

I nodded against him. "I miss you bein' around. I'm a lot happier when you're there and not so lonely."

"I'll see you tonight then." Tim kissed my lips before showing me the picture from State. "This one's my favorite." He kissed me again.

*****

I skipped up to Tim's truck when he pulled into the drive. My parents left a few hours before, so I called his house. He said he would be over after he got the things he left at Guy Raston's house.

"You get your stuff?" I asked, circling his waist with my arms.

He nodded, looking guilty. "I did something, Cat."

"Please don't say something like that when you come over. I feel like I'm about to have a breakdown and you haven't told me anything."

"I found $3,000." He rubbed his face. "No, I stole $3,000... from Guy."

I stepped away from him. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Billy was with me and I accidentally knocked over one of Guy's guns. I went to pick it up and found money under his table. I wasn't thinking, so I took it. Billy used it to pay for the mortgage."

"Tim Riggins," I started, "I told you I was gonna help and you decided stealin' from a drug dealer was a better idea? What the fuck? He's gonna come after you."

"I know. I'm an idiot. I understand if you want to send me back home." He reached for his truck handle.

I grabbed his arm to keep him from climbing in the truck cab. "I don't want you to go home, Tim, and you're not an idiot. You made a bad choice. That doesn't mean you're stupid.

"I'm pissed you stole cash when I was ready to help because you Riggins boys are important to me. And you're not goin' anywhere except this house, all right? You're stayin' right here with me."

He stared down at me. I could see him struggling with his head. When he started looking everywhere except me, dread gathered in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't deserve you."

I grabbed his face and made him look at me. "Don't you dare do what you're thinkin', Tim. Please." I started tearing up before I realized it. "Please please please please don't."

Tim still tried to avoid looking at me, making my tears fall faster. "You're too good for me. I'm just gonna keep bringin' you into all my shit and I can't do that to you. You've got a future."

"You have one, too! Just because you're a troublemaker and prefer drinkin' over school, that doesn't mean you have nothin' waitin' for you in the future, Tim." I grasped his hand. "Don't sell yourself short... I'm not too good for you..."

He didn't say anything, didn't step away. He couldn't look at me.

My breath shook and I pressed the top of my head against his chest. "Please, believe me, Tim. I-I... I love you."

The stillness that followed had me hold down a sob. I was afraid to look up at him, but I needed him to do something. Preferably something that didn't end in him breaking up with me to be a hero.

Timidly, stepped closer and repositioned my head to listen to his heart. It was a mess. I hugged him. "I love you, Tim, Please, don't... don't go."

The air in my lungs whooshed out when Tim captured my mouth with his. He pushed me back against his truck and angled my head to deepen our kiss. Goosebump rose on my neck when his hands brushed against the flesh of my back.

The second my fingers wound their way into his hair, he picked me up and laid me across the seat of his truck. He crawled on top of me and kissed me more. Tim's lips touched my jaw just as his knee brushed against a hyperaware area, making me gasp.

"Tim," I breathed. It was my attempt to get him to slow down.

Tim's head fell on my shoulder, his hands still firm on my hips. I felt his lips connect to the skin on my neck a few times. He sighed and looked down at me.

"You mean it, Barton?" There was so much uncertainty in his voice.

My lips turned up. "I love you, Tim Riggins."

Suddenly, he pressed short kisses all over my face and neck, ridding me of the fear I had earlier. He finished with a long and slow kiss to my lips that left me in a dream-like state.

"I love you, too." His lips connected with mine a few more times, filling the truck with the sound.

I had to catch my breath when his lips lingered on my collarbone. "D-Don't leave me because you wanna be a hero. I want to be with-th you through everything." Tim lifted my shirt to expose my stomach and my world spun. His lips trailing along the newly revealed area wasn't helping. "I-I can't focus with you-you doin' that."

"Then quit talkin' and let me kiss you."

My laugh was airy. "I feel like your truck isn't the best place for this."

"All right."

Tim got off of me and pulled me to the end of the seat by my ankles. He put me over my shoulder, kicked his door shut, and brought me into my house. We were barely on the couch when he started kissing my skin again.

He kissed me again and again until the early hours of the morning when he was falling asleep in my hold. His lips still touched my flesh.

Neither of us made it to school and he almost missed practice. I could hardly bring myself to get off of the couch from the tingling of my skin. I was afraid it would go away if I moved too much. I was more than willing to lie there and wait for my Panther to come home.

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[9] I Don't Like That Guy (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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A week later, my parents came home.

I was lying next to Tim in my bed. We were talking quietly about him getting back on the team with smiles. There was no funny business and we were fully dressed, keeping our hands to ourselves. None of it mattered when my mother knocked and walked in. Her eyes were wide and then she saw Tim Riggins. Her eyes sharpened.

I followed my dad outside while he shouted at Tim, thoroughly kicking him out of the house. Tears were rolling down my cheeks watching my dad belittle Tim. The flatness on Tim's face did nothing to make me feel better.

When my dad stomped back inside the house with a call of my name, I cradled Tim's face in my hands. I couldn't stop crying. I apologized over and over for my dad's rude words, for the way my parents viewed the Riggins.

Tim pressed a long and passionate kiss to my mouth to shut me up. "I'll be fine, Cat. Don't apologize for them. I'm gonna see if Tyra can help me out, find me a place to go. Don't worry about me."

"I'm always gonna worry about you, Tim."

Another kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded and let Tim climb into his truck. I refused to go back inside until his taillights were out of sight.

My dad was waiting for me in the foyer. Mom sat at the dining table with her chin up.

"What the hell are you doing with that Riggins boy?" He pointed toward the door.

I glared. "I'm datin' him and I'm gonna keep datin' him because he's the most real person in Dillon and is far better than who this town makes him out to be."

"He's not a charity case, Catherine."

"You think I'm datin' him to make him a better person?" My voice was reaching new heights. "Tim Riggins is as good as you or me, Dad. I'm with him for who he is, not for who I can make him."

"Why was he in our house?" Mom piped up from her seat.

"He had nowhere else to go."

"Did you have sex with him?"

"No, and he's never asked me to."

Mom's sharp eyes cut through me. "I don't want you seein' that boy anymore."

My face contorted in rage, but my voice lowered severely. "I have never gone against you and I know that's why you're orderin' me to stay away from him. But I'm not listenin' to you this time. Tim and I are going to continue datin' until we've had enough or he asks me to marry him." My mom took a quick breath. "If he hurts me, it's on me. Just to spite you, I am going to love on that boy until I have nothin' left to give. You take that from me and I'll never come back here. I'll never be the perfect daughter you believe you have. Call this disrespect, and I'm sorry it is, but you treated him worse than the dirt on your shoes. I won't stand for that. I'm gonna go to bed now, so goodnight."

I ignored my dad's shouts to come back and the nasty things my mom uttered about Tim.

*****

Tim found a place with a dude named Guy Raston outside of town. There were rumors about that guy that left me uneasy. It didn't make me feel any better when Tim refused to let me go over there. His excuse was that the house smelled like ferrets and he didn't have a reason to spend time there.

There was a morning Tim came to pick up where he told me what he found out about Guy. Apparently, there was a camper in the backyard where Guy cooked meth. If my parents were on their next trip, I would have gotten Tim out of there in a heartbeat. I didn't know what kind of guy Raston was, but I didn't want him around Tim. I trusted that Tim would never touch the drug. The people of Dillon on the other hand... they weren't so forgiving.

Living with Guy didn't get better for Tim.

I heard the familiar sound of Tim's truck coming up the drive late one night. I rushed outside to see what was wrong. His face was pale and he looked terrified. He grabbed me, set me on the hood of his truck, and buried his face in my torso.

I held his head close and kissed it. "What happened, Tim?"

"I can't live there, Catherine. He pointed a rifle at me. He woke me up to scare me. I thought I was gonna die. I-I can't stay there anymore."

I made Tim look at me, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "Go to Coach. I'd let you stay here again if Mom and Dad were gone. For now, go to the Taylors'. I'll come by in the morning. Please, go there."

He nodded. Tim rested his forehead on my shoulder and held me a little longer. I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him stay as long as he needed.

"I need to go before I fall asleep standin' here."

An idea popped into my head. "Let me drive you there. You can sleep on the way and I'll just stay with you tonight. They'll have to be up early for Gracie's christening, so I can get back home before my parents leave for church. I'll bring your truck to you after."

Tim nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead.

*****

We woke up to Coach Taylor tapping on the window the next morning. I peered out at Coach and shook Tim awake. The man motioned for us to get out and follow him. Tim held my hand.

Coach opened his garage and got down a sleeping bag for Tim. "You need a place to stay, too, Catherine?"

"No, sir. I came to make sure Tim found a safe place to stay. I was ready to convince you if you said no."

Coach looked at Tim. "You hang on to her, Riggins."

"Yes, sir."

He took another look at us before going inside.

I squeezed Tim's arm. "Get some sleep, okay? You deserve proper rest. I'll come back over after church and we can get lunch."

He kissed me and nodded. Tim stared down at me for a few more seconds before going inside the Taylors' house.

I pulled away in Tim's truck with a relieved smile. The Taylor family would take care of Tim where I couldn't. It made me feel so much better about where he'd fall asleep at night. I couldn't thank Julie's family enough.

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