Violating Unger (PG-13)

The running joke about Paul Unger growing up was that he was born great and only got better. He was one of those guys who could no wrong, perfect in every way, so supreme that the Pope answered to him. He was basically a God.

Nobody questioned, argued, challenged, or confronted Paul Unger. We grew up in his shadow, admiring him, kissing his ring finger, and happy just to be in the light he radiated. He was smart, he was good looking, and he was the best athlete around. He was the closest thing to Royalty we would ever know. The Unger family was well known, successful, and popular, living in one of those expensive Victorians on the top of the hill and if you ever had the privilege of being invited into their house, you knew you had arrived.

Growing up, whenever somebody asked what you wanted to be, the answer was usually "Paul Unger", the kid who was the starting varsity quarterback his Freshman year, the best basketball guard in Blue County, and a dominating baseball pitcher whose devastating pitch was nicknamed "The Unger Ball".

I loved football but I had no illusions about my athletic abilities. I was an average player on a good team and I was grateful to be on the roster. I got in on special teams and I got some playing time as a defensive back, usually rotating with Diz Applegate on the left side. I was not an elite member of the squad by any stretch but I enjoyed being part of the team. I respected the coaching staff and I learned from the mentors on the team, guys who displayed leadership and character in how the conducted themselves on and off the field. I tried to emulate them as best I could and my goal was to represent the Hillsboro Hurricanes Football Team in the most favorable light I could as a part time utility player.

I was named Paul Unger's backup junior year after Artie Barnett graduated and my new job was to stand around on the sidelines with a clipboard in my hands charting his performance. I also got to run the second team offense during practice which gave me more time on the field and I enjoyed that opportunity.

I was hardly a threat to Ung and he basically ignored me when I offered my insight, observations or advice during the games. One usually didn't talk to Unger unless he asked for your input. My role was to standby in case a meteor crashed onto the field and landed on him. I did get to play QB in a few blow out games, mop up time when we basically ran the clock out but I got to throw the ball a few times. I loved the exhilaration even though I knew nobody cared without Unger being in there.

Our team was pretty good senior year and Unger was on pace to break some of the school's football records. I continued the role of his forgotten shadow but I still played some on special teams and a little bit of defense. This was my destiny for my last year playing football and I had accepted my lot in life.

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Unger was dating Mims Flarity a nice girl I was friendly with since junior high. Because I was a fellow F (Fleming), our lockers were next to each others all through high school and we shot the breeze most days when we were at our lockers together. I also shared a couple of classes with her. Mims was a pleasant and attractive girl but she was Unger's girl and everybody knew that even the most innocent of flirts could result in serious bodily harm if he ever found out you were trying to make the moves on his girl. It was understood that nobody got in Unger's way and that he always got what he wanted, including Mims Flarity.

I think Mims liked talking with me because I wasn't the Idol God Guy she was dating. Ung was Muscle Man, Mr. Popularity and Jock extortionate who could do no wrong, a school celebrity who loved the limelight, the attention, and the stardom but I think sometimes Mims got tired of being God's girlfriend, always in the spotlight, always having to act and look perfect in her role as Unger's Girl. I was among the few who were apt to tease and make fun of her when she was away from God and I think she liked being treated relatively normally when she was around me.

We were six games into the football schedule and I had yet to take an offensive snap as the Coach seemed bent on helping Unger get as many records as possible so he left him in there even if the game was a blow out. I also lost some of my playing time on defense because Junior Reggie Cabrel was ten times better than me and he was given first dibs for the position.

"So you're basically a nobody this year," Mims remarked to me on the Monday morning after we blew out Sun Rise Lake, 48-0.

I had remained on the sidelines until the final whistle. I was a team guy but it still hurt being the forgotten one. I was usually the butt of jokes around school backing up Unger but I understood that was the price I paid.

I looked at Mims and sighed. "Basically yeah," I admitted.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Thanks."
I really appreciated her sympathy and I was glad she noticed.

"I know how you feel," she said quietly.

"I don't think you're a nobody," I said with surprise.

"Tell it to my boyfriend," she muttered.

Unger Fever was so prevalent this year with everybody watching to see how many records he might set that nobody paid attention to me. Maybe Mims was beginning to feel the same way?

"Do you resent him?" She asked.
"No, not really," I confessed. "He's a gifted player. He deserves the accolades and playing time."
"But what about you?" Mims wondered.

I shrugged. "That's football."

"Nobody would have blamed you if you quit," Mims said.

"Oh, I could never do that," I told her. "I'm proud to be part of the team."
"Have you been accepted at college yet?" She asked.

Unger had already accepted an athletic scholarship to Boston College and I heard Mims was going to Emerson.

"Green will take me," I said, feeling second class compared to her accomplishments.

Green College was the local liberal arts school that most average kids attended.

"Hey Mint!"

It was Unger calling from down the hall. Mint was his pet name for Mims and I overheard him in the locker room explaining that she was Mint because that's how she smelled between her legs. I was disgusted that he would talk about his girlfriend like that in front of other guys.

"Gotta go," Mims said, rolling her eyes as she closed the door to her locker.

I winked at her. "See you around."

I watched as Mims chased after her Godly boyfriend as if she was a lap dog. I knew she deserved better treatment and respect but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

Mims Flarity had blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and a shapely toned body. I wondered if Unger appreciated what he had in her beyond the image.

I ran the second team during practice all week and then stood on the sidelines Friday night watching as we rolled over Mt. Griffin, 42-6 with Unger playing another complete game. I played special teams and got into a couple of defensive series late in the fourth quarter but now there were only three games left in my high school football career.

After changing, I left the locker room and happened to see Mims waiting for Unger.

"Have a second?" She asked, stopping me with her killer smile.

"For you? Anytime," I replied, happy for a chance to chat with her.
"So, you guys won again," she observed.

"Yep, and I even got to mop up a little on defense," I bragged, even though I knew it sounded pathetic compared to Unger's exploits (four passing touchdowns, another rushing).

"You made a nice play on that last pass they threw," she commented.

"Thanks," I said with a smile, tickled that she had noticed.

'Hey, Mint!" It was Unger coming out of the locker room.

"See ya," she said automatically before hurrying toward her boyfriend.

There was a party at Samuelson's and even though ballplayers weren't supposed to be there I tagged along with some of the guys. The house was packed and most of the attendees were quickly buzzed. The music was loud and people were drunkenly dancing to the tunes. Somebody shoved a beer in my hand and I wasted little time emptying the large paper cup. There were plenty of girls around and I was happy to flirt with anybody interested in playing along.

Lisa Webster, a junior, was drunk enough to be interested so we did the bump and dance, gave each other the seductive eye, and made out in a corner for a while but she eventually staggered off with her friends and I headed home with a slight buzz, disappointed that Mims didn't at least make a cameo appearance.

I got up early in the morning even though I was slightly hung over to get in my morning run. I usually started off in a slow jog as a warm up and then I increased my speed to get in a good workout. Sometimes I wondered why I bothered putting so much time into my routine when I wasn't even playing but I wanted to be ready just in case. I usually lifted weights after practice during the week but I'd take the weekends off.

I got back from the five mile jog in time to eat breakfast with my parents but my sister slept in with no worries or concerns. My father isn't a football fan but my mother is a big supporter, going to all the games with the other mothers although I think she wished I'd play more.

We live in a middle class ranch style house in a middle class neighborhood in the mostly middle class town of Hillsboro and I had no complaints. I thanked my mom for breakfast and headed for my room where I took a quick shower and changed. I caught up on some homework and then went with some of the guys to watch Greenville play, sort of scouting and scoping them out for the big Thanksgiving game a few weeks down the road. Unger and Mims were there but I didn't get a chance to talk with her although I thought I saw Mims looking my way a few times.

I looked forward to Monday and a chance to see Mims again by our lockers. I'd never admit to anybody that I had a crush on her knowing I would be scandalized if Unger ever got wind of such a unacceptable secret.

"Hey," Mims greeted me when I approached the lockers and I had to admit she looked fantastic on this day.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "Saw you at the game on Saturday."

"Yeah, Paul wants to know everything he can about those guys," she said.

"I bet."

"Mint!"

It was Unger right on schedule and I smiled as Mims hurried to catch up with him. She had left without even saying goodbye and sometimes it seemed like she was a trained pet whenever Unger came on the scene.

Feeling dejected that I didn't get a chance to spend more time with Mims, I headed to my first class. I passed Lisa Webster in the hall but she acted as if Friday night had never happened so I let it go. I also passed Karen and gave her a nod but she turned her back on me and I deduced that she was still pissed off about our breakup. I liked Karen but she was very clingy and needy and she always wanted to be around and I just couldn't take it anymore. We dated for a few months until I called it quits and she'll probably never forgive me for that.

Mims is the girl I want to be with but she's already taken, obviously.

Practice went as it always did. I ran the second team offense and by this point in the season we had the plays down like clockwork. Coach was always throwing a few new wrinkles and trick plays into the mix and we worked on those. Unger, of course, was effortless in his throws and runs and you had to admire the guy for being so naturally talented. But he was also one of the shallowest guys I'd ever been around. I had no idea what he really thought about anything.

I hung around after practice and lifted weights for a while and then showered and headed for my car in the lot. I was stunned to see Mims sitting on the hood waiting for me, dressed in a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head.

"Where's Ung?" I asked.

"I had student council meetings," she said. "I told him I'd get a ride with Julie."

I glanced around. "I don't see her."

"I told her to go ahead without me," Mims smiled.

"Oh," I said with surprise. "So, you need a ride?" I lifted my eyebrows.

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Don't' tell Ung," I joked, meeting her eyes for a brief second.

"I won't," she promised with a laugh.

I couldn't help but smirk. "How are you?" I asked, generally interested.

"Good," she answered, hopping off the hood and heading for the passenger's door.

"What's up with the nickname?" I asked.

"You mean Mint?" She asked, giving me a glance as I headed for the driver's side.

"Doesn't Ung like your real name?" I asked as we both climbed into the car.

"He thinks Mims is a stupid name," she pouted.

"And Mint is a whole lot better?" I teased.

"Do you like my real name?" She asked with interest as I drove the car out of the student parking

"I do," I said earnestly. "I like it a lot."

She smiled happily.

"So, where do you live again?"

"You know where Wilmont is?"

"Yeah," I said. "So what's Mint supposed to mean?" I asked, testing to see if she had some sort of cover story for it.

"That I taste good," she replied but I wasn't sure exactly how she meant that.

"I bet you do," I said flippantly but I threw her a look and met her green eyes that were shining back at me with approval.

"Thanks for doing me the favor of driving me home," she said.

"My pleasure," I said happily. Any time with Mims was quality bonus time.

"Did you sleep with Karen?" She asked bluntly, surprising me.

"I'm not sure if that's something I should be discussing with you," I remarked.

She looked at me and laughed. "So, that means no," she deduced.

"Go ahead, make fun of me," I sighed, looking away.

"I'm sorry," she replied. "That was mean."

"I don't ask you about your sex life," I pointed out.

"No, I don't suppose you do," she agreed, glancing out the window with a sigh.

She seemed very sad for some reason.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "Not really."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Things just don't seem right. Feel right."

"What sort of things?"

"Don't worry about it," she decided.
"You sure?" I asked.
"Is Paul a good teammate?" Mims wanted to know.
"Sure," I said quickly and automatically. "Well, actually," I said when I thought about it. "He's kind of above the team. I mean he's so good that he's sort of like a rent-a-player, brought in to make the team great. He's kind of aloof. Doesn't interact all that much with the other players. It's kind of hard to get to know him."
"I know exactly what you mean," Mims told me. "That's sort of how it feels dating him."
I glanced at Mims with surprise. "Really?"
"It's like he's too perfect," Mims sighed. "Almost made up. I can't compete with that."
"Gee, aren't you perfect?" I teased.
"Hardly," she sighed glumly. "I feel like I'm dating a member of the First Family or something. Everybody thinks I'm so lucky but sometimes I'd just like to have a bad hair day and not have to worry about it."

"Ung always seemed to be light years ahead of everybody else," I observed. "He's always looking ahead to the next challenge, the next step."

"Playing football for Boston College, in this case," Mims agreed.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sometimes it feels like he's just marking time here. That he's already moved beyond the Hillsboro Hurricanes."

"And me," Mims noted as I turned onto Wilmont.

I glanced at her. "Oh, I don't think that's true."

"I'm just another one of his trophies, Theo," she told me. "That's mine," she said, pointing to a green house on the right.

The neighborhood wasn't that much different from mine: middle class, well kept, attractive. I pulled the car into the driveway.

"Would you like to come in?" Mims asked.

"Are your parents' home?" I asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"I don't have a father," she reported. "And my mother's working second shift at the hospital this week."

"She's a nurse, right?" I remember hearing that somewhere before.

Mims nodded and opened the door to the car. "You coming?"

I heard the knock, knock, knock of my heart beating in my chest. Should I go in? Mims was already out of the car and heading for the back door at the end of the driveway. I sucked in my breath and climbed out of the car, quickly following her. Maybe I should have hid the car in the garage?

Mims opened the back door and I found myself standing in the kitchen of Paul Unger's girlfriend.

"Do you want something to eat?" She asked, dropping her backpack into a chair.

The interior of the house was well kept and clean.

"Okay," I said. "Let me just call home and tell them I won't be eating with them."

I dug out my cell while Mims started removing items from the refrigerator. I was a high school senior with a busy schedule and active social agenda so my mother was hardly phased when I told her I wouldn't be home for supper. When I finished the call, I returned my cell to my pocket and watched Mims prepare some sort of salad.

"What happened to your Dad?" I asked.

"He died," she reported. "When I was in sixth grade."

"I'm sorry."

She glanced at me and smiled sadly. "Me too."

I leaned against the counter and watched her work. She cursed when a carrot rolled off the counter and fell onto the floor.

"It's okay," I said as I leaned over, picked it up, and handed it back to her. "You don't have to be perfect when you're with me."

She gave me a look and for a second I thought she was going to burst into tears. I put my hand on her shoulder for moral support.

'Have you ever been to Paul's house?" She asked as she continued to work on the salad.

"Once, in eighth grade for his birthday party," I answered.

"I always feel out of place when I'm there," she sighed. "They're so….perfect."

I laughed and nodded in understanding. "How'd you and Unger get together in the first place?"

"He came up to me in the hall junior year and asked me out," she said with a shrug. "I didn't think I could say no."

"Nobody says no to the Ungers," I agreed.

Old Man Unger was a politically connected judge and Mrs. Unger was the Headmistress of some fancy small private girl's school and the family had great influence in the community. Paul's older sister had made it to the National Olympic Team as a soccer player and Paul was destined for similar greatness.

"Half the time I don't even know what I'm doing with him," Mims was saying. "Or why he asked me out in the first place."

"He likes you," I replied. "What's not to like?"

"He could have just of easily asked one of those girls from the hill out," Mims rebutted. "Someone more in his class. In his league. One of those prep girls from his mother's private school."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," I replied. "I think you're great."

"Yeah, but you're not an Unger," she pointed out.

"Thank God!" I said and we both laughed.

She put the salad on the table and got some fruit drinks from the refrigerator and we sat and ate at the kitchen table. Man, there I was eating dinner with Unger's girlfriend. I needed to stop thinking of her as that. To me, she was just Mims, a pretty girl who seemed interested in me for some reason.

Mims looked relieved and even contented as she sat eating her salad. I tried to feel relaxed but I had to admit that I was feeling slightly out of place and nervous about all of this. What if Unger stopped by? What if somebody saw my car in Mims driveway and word got back to Unger?

"Are you thinking of breaking up with Unger?" I asked.

She looked horrified by the very suggestion. "Nobody breaks up with an Unger, Theo," she said. "That's not allowed."

"Oh," I said, feeling disappointed.

We talked about stupid stuff after that, school and the team and unimportant chatter. I helped her with the dishes when we were done eating and she led me into the living room which was handsomely furnished and very comfortable looking.

"Do you want to watch something on TV?" She asked.

"Okay," I agreed, taking a seat on the couch.

Mims grabbed the remote and turned on the tube to some sappy movie on Hallmark Channel. We watched it for awhile, Mims sitting relatively close to me on the couch but not really saying anything. After a while, she took my hand in hers. I was too insecure to say or do anything and after another while she pulled me toward her until the back of my head was resting on her chest.

"You're probably sore from practice," She said calmly. "Why don't you relax and get comfortable?"

I wasn't sure what to say or do but I knew I was blushing with my head resting in between her two breasts. Mims subtly shifted her position and I could feel her breasts rubbing against the side of my face. I took a deep breath and then I felt her soft hand brushing through my hair while her other one began softly rubbing across my chest.

"Are you sore from practice?" She asked.

"A little," I said.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" She asked quietly.

"I don't think you should," I replied with a heavy sigh.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I glanced up at her with a pained look on my face. "You're Unger's girlfriend," I reminded her.

"I was hoping to forget that tonight," she admitted.

I sat up and looked at her with sadness. "You'd regret it tomorrow," I said.

"Maybe I wouldn't," She said hopefully.

"Maybe you would."

I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before I stood. "I'd better go."

"I wish you wouldn't," she said with disappointment.

"Thanks for dinner."

"Thanks for coming in. And for the ride. And for….." her voice trailed off.

"Yeah," I said as I started for the door.

She followed me and I looked at her longingly, debating whether I should really go. She stopped and stared back at me, waiting for me to decide.

"Good night," I whispered.

"Good night," she said bravely.

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it with reassurance and affection before I finally opened the door and left Paul Unger's girlfriend's house.

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Nothing changed between Mims and me when I saw her at school the next morning. I teased her as we stood at our lockers and she seemed happy to be with me, at least until Unger called out "Mint!" and she hurried off to join him.

Practice for the rest of the week went well and I stood on the sidelines on Friday night watching Unger throw three touchdown passes and run for two more as we beat up on the County Crusaders, 38-12. I only played on special teams and there were only two regular season games left in my football career.

Mims was waiting for Unger when I left the locker room after the game.

"Hi," I said as I stopped in front of her.

"Hey," she smiled. "You have any plans tomorrow?"

"I usually take a run first thing," I said.

"Why don't you run to my house?" She suggested. "My mother is working first shift and Paul has a family guy thing."

"Okay," I said with a smile. "I'll stop by."

"Mint!"

It was Unger calling and she vanished from my sight almost instantaneously.

I almost couldn't sleep that night thinking about seeing Mims the following morning. I was up at dawn and got my five miles in, circling around to Mims house which was about a mile from my house. It was after seven so Mims' mom was gone.

The door opened even before I rang the bell and I stepped into the house.

"You're all sweaty," Mims said with a frown.

"Sorry, didn't think of that," I said. "Maybe I should go home and change."

"No, you can shower here and then I'll cook you breakfast," she said, closing the door behind me.

"Okay," I agreed.

She led me up the stairs and showed me to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I stripped out of my clothes and I was about to step into the shower when the door opened and Mims stepped in, totally naked!

"Here's a clean towel," she said, turning her back to me and hanging the towel on the hook on the back of the door which she closed with her still in the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder and peered at naked me with a smirk on her face.

"I figured I had to be the aggressive one in this little developing affair of ours," she said. "I know you have Unger-itis just like everybody else."

"I do not!" I said defensively, turning to face her without even thinking about my nudity as I checked out her lovely backside. "I'm the only guy who even talks with you!"

"This is true," she agreed. "Everybody else is afraid of Unger."

"Not me!"

Now I was the one with a smirk on my face.

Mims turned around to face me, staring at me with lust in her eyes and I felt myself go hard as I took in the view of her lovely front side. She smiled when she saw the look on my face.

"Hit the showers, bub," Mims ordered, walking to the stall herself.

She pushed past me, bent over into the stall and turned on the water. She stood straight and she was so close to me that I could almost feel myself touching her as we stood together waiting. Then Mims stepped into the shower, grabbed the soap and slid her hand down the front of her body and down between her legs. Her eyes were open as she stared at me while moaning before throwing her head back against the shower wall.

I stepped into the shower and joined her, moving her hand out of the way and taking over for her. She continued to moan while I rubbed her harder and then I pushed her against the shower wall and I pushed my way into her. I heard Mims gasp and then she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper inside of her.

I pumped her as hard as I could and she was screaming above the sound of the water spray. She was kissing me and sticking her tongue into my mouth and before I knew what was happening I was unloading into her and she was screaming in delight as I pounded her against the wall over and over again, her ass cheeks smacking against the wall tiles.

"That was the best orgasm of my life," Mims said when she was able to catch her breath as I continued to pin her against the wall holding her up by her ass with the water rushing down over us.

I felt myself slip out of her and she kissed me one more time.

"Are you okay?" She whispered with worry.

"We violated Unger," I said with guilt.

"Don't worry about him," she told me softly.

I kissed her while stroking her cheek. She smiled happily before kissing me in return. She unwrapped her legs from around my waist and stood on her own. We rinsed the sweat and the sex away, turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed two towels and dried ourselves off.

"Don't feel guilty," she advised me. "It's okay."

"What if he finds out?" I asked.

"Who's going to tell him?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

I nodded with understanding, wrapping the towel around my waist.

"I'll wash your clothes," she said, starting to wrap her own towel around herself.

"Stay naked," I pleaded.

She smiled with understanding and let the towel fall away. She picked up my sweaty sweats and walked naked from the bathroom. I followed her into the kitchen. She stepped into the laundry room and I heard her start the washing machine. Then she came into the kitchen in the nude and made us pancakes. I sat at the kitchen table and watched her cook naked and she didn't seem to mind at all.

Karen refused to get naked in front of me so it just wasn't worth it to stay with her with all her faults if she wasn't willing to be intimate with me. And here was Unger's girlfriend willfully prancing around the kitchen naked after already having sex with me. It was the best thing that ever happened even though it was the worse thing too knowing we had violated Unger.

The wash was done by the time we finished our breakfast and Mims put the clothes in the dryer. I was standing there wrapped in my towel admiring Mims' beauty when she reached out, tugged the towel off from me and ran giggling from the kitchen. I chased her into her bedroom and we both fell on her bed, cuddling happily. I kissed her on the nose and held her tight.

"Why me?" I asked.

"I wished you had asked me out before Unger did," she replied with a sigh. "I've always liked you."

"I didn't know," I said honestly.

"I know," she laughed. "You're not exactly quick on the uptake."

"What do you mean?"

"We bantered back and forth all the time," she groaned. "Didn't you notice?"

"I thought you were just being nice to me."

She laughed. "I just don't banter with anybody, Theo."

"What are we going to do now?" I wondered.

"I don't know," she confessed. "But let's not worry about it right now."

"I've been backing up Unger on the football field for two years now," I realized. "Now I'm backing him up with his girlfriend?"

"Oh no," Mims assured me with a laugh. "Trust me, you're starting with me. You're a much better lover than Paul could ever hope to be."

"You're just trying to make me feel better," I said. "Unger is perfect at everything."

"No, I'm not," she said seriously. "See, a guy who is so full of himself, self-centered, egotistical, and self-absorbed never pays attention to his partner when it comes to sex," she explained. "Whereas a guy like you, who appreciates every moment of his playing time, who understands how lucky he is to play, is always thinking of the other person and therefore he is a much better lover. That sex we had in the shower was the best I've ever had."

"Gee, thanks, Mims," I said, feeling myself getting all choked up.

Was I really better than Unger at something!?

We cuddled on the bed for a long time and then Mims said she was supposed to meet her friends for lunch at Johnny C's so we reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of her bed and we walked naked to the dryer where Mims pulled out my sweats. I put them on and followed Mims back to her bedroom where she dressed.

This time I kissed her goodbye at the door, a long, deep passionate kiss that I didn't want to end.

"Thank you for a lovely time," I smiled.

"Likewise," she agreed, kissing me back.

I walked home in my nice clean sweats wondering what I had done. Being with Mims had been a fantasy dream come true but how could I be such a bastard as to violate Unger like that? I tried not to think about it.

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I could hardly look at Unger the first time I saw him after what happened between Mims and me but I couldn't take my eyes off of Mims every time I saw her. I knew what she looked like naked and I knew what it felt like to make love to her and I wished we could do that everyday.

But she was still Unger's girlfriend and the only real time we had together was at our lockers every day. Would people pick up on our vibes? Would Unger figure out that his girl had feelings for another guy?

"Don't worry about it," Mims told me. "He's so vain that it would never occur to him that I could ever cheat on him."

"Don't you feel guilty?" I asked as we stood at our lockers chatting.

"I know I should," she admitted. "But, no, I don't. I don't know why even. But I just don't." She peered at me. "But you do," she realized.

"He's my teammate," I sighed. "He's…..Unger."

"Mint!" It was Unger coming down the hall.

"Yes, he's Unger," Mims agreed, moving past me to join him.

Our game that Friday night was against St. Anne's Catholic School, an awful team that hadn't won a game all season. To my surprise, I got some practice time with the first team which didn't exactly set well with Unger who stood on the sidelines glaring at me with his arms folded across his chest.

Even though Ung was still chasing some of those records, Coach didn't want to risk injury in a meaningless game with Greenville and the playoffs still looming ahead of us on the schedule so he was thinking of giving me plenty of playing time. Somebody (Unger was the logical choice) leaked the story to the press and all sorts of controversy followed with those Unger die-hards who wanted to see him break the records complaining about the Coach's intentions.

I tried to stay out of the fray even though I was in the middle of it. It was Unger's team and while some of the guys just wanted to play, others were loyal to him and didn't exactly welcome me onto the first team practice field with open arms. I had to listen to all the "Fleming who?" comments around school and the standard insults about how much I sucked as a player and how Unger deserved his playing time.

I had to admit that it bothered me to hear all the negative remarks about my perceived lack of talent and how I didn't deserve to carry Unger's jock strap let alone play for him. It was disheartening but Mims was my biggest (secret) cheerleader, telling me not to listen to all the crap circling around and to be ready to play if called upon.

Unger had mostly ignored me since I became his backup but now he was giving me the sort of attention I didn't want. He was in my face at practice if I blew a play or missed a receiver, criticizing and faulting my performance instead of trying to be supportive, mentoring, or helpful.

Whenever he saw me chatting with Mims at our lockers, he would bellow out "Mint!" in an almost bullying way, as if he was disgusted to see his girl associating with such a loser as me.

I was just glad and relieved when Friday finally arrived so we could be done with all this stupid stuff. Unger started the game and it was 28-0 two minutes into the second quarter when Coach sent me in. We were playing at the St. Anne's campus but plenty of the Hillsboro faithful were on the visitor's side of the field to see Unger get closer to his record and there was a splattering of boos as I ran onto the field to take over the offense. I glanced at the side lines and saw that Unger didn't even bother to watch, sitting on the bench and chatting with some of the second string guys not in the game.

We ran eight straight running plays and moved the ball down the field with running back Joey Blount having his usually stellar game (He didn't care who the QB was!). On my first pass attempt, I felt the rush and had to get rid of it. My second pass attempt three plays later was intercepted in the end zone due to the pass rush and that killed our drive.

It was still 28-0 when we trotted off the field for the half. I saw Mims sitting with her friends in the bleachers and that made me feel good. Coach admonished the offensive line for letting up with me in there which is why I was 1-5 passing with one INT and he demanded better play by the line in the second half.

St. Anne's ran back the second half opening kick off for a touch down and got the two point conversion to make it 28-8. We went three and out in our first series and the Saints ran back the punt for another touchdown and just like that it was 28-14 (two point conversion failed).

Our offense didn't do much for most the third period. Our running game was fine but there was a pass rush every time I dropped back to pass and I had little success. The Saints scored again early in the fourth quarter to make it 28-20 and there were increasing amounts of boos and cat calls as we were in danger of losing our first game of the season to the worse team in the league. I was like 3-16 with a second interception.

Half way through the fourth period, on 3rd and 8, I dropped back to pass and was broadside from the blind side by two Saint defenders. My bell was rung and I saw stars, fumbling the ball as I was thrown to the ground, receiving a blow across my head that knocked me silly. The Saints recovered the fumble but an unnecessary roughness call returned the ball to us.

But I was lying flat on my back in a daze trying to remember my name, the date, and where we were. There was a splattering of laughter and cheers when I didn't get up and through the clouds of my fogged mind, I saw Unger warming up on the sidelines. I finally got to my feet and I was helped off the field. The fans exploded in cheers – not for me and my hopeful recovery, but for Unger who ran onto the field to take over the offense.

"Tough break," He said sarcastically as he passed me limping off the field.

I sat on the bench trying to count to ten backwards while Unger went 10-10 the rest of the game and threw for two touchdowns as Hillsboro won going away, 44-20.

Things were still fuzzy as I drifted off the field at game's end and Coach made me go to the hospital to make sure I was okay. Turns out I had a mild concussion and I was told to take it easy for a few days and not to practice for a week. So much for my big chance to prove myself.

I was lying on the couch watching the football game Sunday afternoon. My head was still woozy and I wasn't in the mood to do much of anything, including answering the door when the bell rang.

My sister Angie answered and a moment later she stepped into the room.

"Somebody is here for you," she announced.

I sat up on the couch and looked at her with surprise. "Who?"

"Me," Mims said as she stepped into the room from behind Angie.

"Yeah, her," Angie said with suspicion before disappearing.

"How are you?" Mims asked with concern as she joined me on the couch.

"No sex today," I whispered and she burst out laughing.

"I can wait," she whispered back.

I lay back on the couch. "My head hurts."

"Those bastards laid down for you," she said angrily.

"Huh?"

"Unger's pals on the left side of the line," she reported. "Patten. Erwin. Sicard. They let you suck by not blocking the pass rush and then they almost got you killed so Unger could get back in the game."

"Is that what Unger told you?"

"No, but I know that's what happened. It was pretty obvious."

"I can't believe those guys would do that," I said.

'They let up," she insisted. "Believe me when I tell you."

I rubbed the side of my head and sighed. "Well," I said with resignation. "It is Unger's team."

"That sucks!" Mims complained. "That's so unfair and immoral."

"Maybe it's my payback for Violating Unger," I sighed.

"Nobody knows you Violated Unger, Theo," Mims reminded me. "Besides, this violation by him is a lot worse in my opinion."

"Why aren't you with him now?" I wondered.

"He's watching the game with those bastards," she said. "I couldn't stand it."

My mother came into the room and was surprised to see a girl she hadn't met before sitting on the couch next to me as I laid sprawled across the couch.

"Oh, hello," My mother said.

"Mom, this is Mims Flarity," I said.

"Yes," my mother replied. "Angie tells me you're dating Paul Unger?" She asked poor Mims who immediately blushed.

'Thanks, Angie,' I said to myself.

"We're friends, Mom," I said, throwing Mims a helpless shrug.

"I see," my mother replied. "If you ask me, you're with the wrong quarterback, young lady."

I was surprised at my mother who was rarely so rude or catty.

"I agree," Mims replied without missing a beat and that caught my mother off guard too.

I couldn't help but grin, amused by my mother's confusion and uncertainty.

"I just wanted to check and see how Theo was doing, Mrs. Fleming," Mims said.

"Well, stay as long as you wish, dear." My mother sounded much sweeter and Mims smiled with relief.

"Thank you," Mims said as my mother left the room.

"We're going to have to pay off Angie not to say anything about you being here," I told Mims, knowing my kid sister couldn't keep her big mouth shut about anything.

"I'll take care of Angie," Mims assured me.

"How?" I frowned.

"Oh, just some friendly female persuasion," Mims giggled. "Besides, I know she likes Bobby Garrison and I'm good friends with his sister so I can pull some strings for her."

"Are you sure you want to do that to poor Bobby Garrison?" I joked.

Mims stayed for an hour and she watched the game with me although I dozed off a few times, still feeling messed up from the head hit. Mims left me to my headache misery and I went to bed early wondering if Mims accusation could possibly be true. Would my own teammates really roll over on me just to prop up Unger?

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I had to sit out practice all week, standing with the coaching staff watching Unger run the first team and sophomore Brad Moore run the second team. Coach Anderson was not in a good mood all week and I figured that was because we had the biggest game of the year coming up although he was nicer to me than he had ever been in the past. I guess he felt sorry for me because I sucked so bad, got hurt, and was now watching a sophomore take my place on the practice field. Unger totally ignored me now which was fine with me.

I didn't see much of Mims outside of our locker time and I noticed that Unger seemed to be yelling out "Mint!" much louder than usual whenever he came across us together. I doubted he suspected anything – he just didn't want his girl around me after I had the audacity to steal some precious playing time from him. Actually, Mims and I hadn't been together in that way since that day of the shower and pancakes and cuddling at her house that Saturday morning – the only time we had been together, although we both wanted to be together like that again!

There was no game that weekend as we faced our rival Greenville Giants on the following Thanksgiving Thursday. The Giants were also undefeated and the Turkey Day Game Showdown was the biggest game in a generation. My headaches had pretty much dissipated by Friday and I was feeling much better by the weekend. I took my routine Saturday morning early run in the cool late Autumn air but I resisted the urge to jog by Mims' house, figuring she would have given me a head's up if it was safe to come over. Either her mom was home or she was with Unger.

I was laying around on the couch watching the game on Sunday afternoon again when I received a text from Mims: Mom just left for a girl's night out. Unger is with the bastards. Can you come over?

"Of course," I texted back quickly, excited for our first chance to be together in a couple of weeks.

Once again, Mims' door opened before I even had a chance to ring the bell.

"Do you stand in the window waiting for me?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes!" She answered, closing the door behind us and then pushing me against the door, planting a lip soaking smooch on me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm much better," I assured her.

"Ready to fill in for Unger?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Definitely," I laughed.

She took my by the hand and dragged me to the couch in the living room. She pushed me onto the couch and fell on top of me and we made out for a long time. After a while, her hands made their way to my belt buckle.

"Did you miss me?" I whispered.

"More than you'll ever know," she said in reply.

My hands found their way along her thighs and then back down, softly skimming across her bare skin under the skirt she was wearing until I located her ass, making my way down the back of her panties to feel the bare skin of her buns. Mims sat up and pulled her shirt off, revealing her beautiful bare breasts to me once again. I stared at her with amazement until she leaned over and started kissing me again while my hands gently stroked her ribs and breasts.

An audible gasp escaped Mims' lips as she sat erect again and she closed her eyes and cupped her own breasts with her hands. I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair and she leaned back down and kissed me sweetly. I ran my tongue across her teeth while biting her lower lip. My hand slowly made its way down across her stomach and down to her waist, tracing my fingers across the waist line of her skirt.

"Don't tease," she pleaded.

So I allowed my fingers to work their way under her skirt until I found the band of her panties and I began to tug at both of them. Mims hunched up and allowed me to pull her skirt and panties down her legs. She kicked them off and I had the pleasure of seeing her wonderful complete nudeness once again. She leaned back in and kissed me with appreciation.

I rubbed the tip of my finger against her nipples while my other hand began tracing along her inner thigh, edging closer to her magic spot until I found it with joy. I ran my finger between her pussy lips. I felt how wet she had become and the more I rubbed, the wetter she got. Mims was breathing deeply as I continued to rub along her opening and her kissing became more intense with each passing second. My lips were starting to hurt!

My finger disappeared inside of her and Mims jumped with pleasure. My palm was busily rubbing against the top of her clit and I had to drop my other hand from her breasts to her hips to keep her down on my stomach.

"Keep going," Mims whispered.

I felt her hands on my buckle again and this time she undid the belt and unsnapped my jeans. I was able to pull both my pants and underwear down my thighs, allowing my penis to spring up between her thighs. Mims closed her eyes in anticipation and we could both feel the excitement continuing to build. I rubbed my eager member against her ass cheeks and inside her ass crack while my finger found its way back inside her.

"Oh," she marveled as her juices flowed from her.

Then she pulled my finger away, moved down my stomach and grabbed my penis in her hand, shoving it into her love canal as she began to ride me. It went on for a long time and the more she rode me the more pleased she looked. Sounds escaped her mouth as she leaned her head back and moaned. I reached my hands up again and clasped her breasts and she screamed out as her eyes rolled back in her head and she enjoyed the pleasure. With one final thrust, I climaxed inside of her and she yelled out in satisfaction.

"Oh, Theo!" She laughed. "Oh, Theo! Oh…Theeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooo!"

She climaxed too and then fell on top of me. We stayed like that for a long time and I realized she was crying as she lay on me.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"I want to be with you all the time," she sobbed.

"But you can't break up with Unger?" I asked after a long pause.

"He'll come after us," he said. "He'll make our lives miserable."

"Has he threatened you?"

"Sarah Roberts dated him sophomore year," Mims reported. "I just found this out a couple of months ago but she tried breaking up with him and he harassed her and stalked her and sent his bastards out to be mean to her."

"I can't imagine someone being so petty," I said.

"Look what he did to you when you took away some of his playing time," Mims sighed. "You don't cross the Ungers."

"Too late," I grinned, patting her on the rear.

"Oh, Theo," Mims sighed, wiping her tears away as she sat up and stared down at me. "What have we done?"

"I have no regrets, Mims," I told her reassuringly. "I'm more than fine with this. I have a great time whenever I'm with you. I would do this again every time."

I pulled her down and kissed her on the nose. She fell on me and hugged me with desperation. Then she rested her chin on my chest and stared up into my face.

"What are we going to do?" She sighed.

"We're doing it," I grinned.

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I got out of school early on Monday and went to the doctor who cleared me to practice for Thursday's big game. There was mostly indifference in the locker room when I suited up in my practice uniform and that's when I knew that Mims had been right. There had been a planned effort to get me out of the St. Anne's game and those guys who weren't a part of it knew better to stand up to Unger and his minions'. This was Unger's team and they'd face the same wrath I received if they questioned anything that went on under Unger's rule.

Coach welcomed me back when I trotted onto the practice field and he told me to practice with the second team. I made it a point to thank Brad Moore for filling in for me.

"This will be your team next year, Brad," I assured him.

Unger, of course, ignored me but I didn't care. Let him have his egotistical way. I was sleeping with his girlfriend and that's all I really cared about these days anyway.

Practice went well on Monday and Tuesday and there was a buzz in the air as we prepared for one of the biggest high school football games in many years. I just hoped I could get in on special teams and maybe on defense for a few plays.

Mims and I chatted whenever we could but we were usually interrupted by Unger's bossy "Mint!" and I was surprised at how quickly Mims answered his call.

Wednesday was the rally and all the other activities before the big game. There was a bonfire that night behind the school and I waved to Mims who walked by me with Unger on her arm. Unger, of course, didn't even look my way.

I slept well that night and I showed up with the rest of the team for the traditional morning pre-game morning breakfast of steak and eggs put on by the Elks Club. Then we went to the high school, suited up and headed out for warm ups. It was standing room only, the biggest crowd I had seen during my four years of playing football at this level and it was exciting.

Coach Anderson huddled us up and gave us a brief pep talk on the sidelines. We were fired up and ready to go – a clash between two powerful unbeaten teams on Thanksgiving Day morn. Doesn't get any better than this!

We won the toss and elected to receive. Joe Blount returned the ball to the 27 yard line and Paul Unger, All star quarterback, two touchdowns and 79 passing yards away from a couple of records, prepared to run onto the field.

"Hold Up!" Coach Anderson called out. "Fleming, you're in at quarterback."

"What?" Unger asked with disbelief.

"Sit down, Unger," Coach ordered. "You too, Patten, Erwin and Sicard."

"Are you crazy?" Unger demanded.

"This is my team," Coach Anderson said with a cold tone. "I make the decisions. I decide who plays. And when I see some of my own players putting in the fix thinking they know what's best and are perfect content seeing one of their own teammates being sacrificed for their cause, well that's not the kind of team I want to coach."

He turned to me. "Fleming, you're in," he repeated. "You too, Floyd, Gibson, and Myhill," he added, naming three backup linemen.

Coach Anderson had never been one of my favorites. He was a tight ass disciplinarian and a bit of an egotistical know-it-all. I resented him for not playing me more on defense. But at this moment he was the most heroic guy I had ever known.

I trotted onto the field and the Hillsboro side of the field fell into a stunned silence. Coach Anderson was willing to lose the biggest game of his coaching career on principle. You can't beat that. Suddenly, I was motivated to play the game of my life, win or lose – for Coach and for Mims, but mostly for myself. This was my moment.

There were some boos, cat calls and other vocal complaints as I broke the huddle for the first time. I heard chants of "We Want Unger! We Want Unger!" but I tried to focus on the game and what I needed to do and not worry about the politics of the situation.

We got a couple of first downs on our first drive and I completed the first pass I threw but we had to punt. The coach said 'good job' when I trotted off the field. I saw Unger and his bastards as Mims referred to them sitting on the bench with their heads buried in their chests. The bench of shame, I guess.

Greenville scored on a 63 yard touch down pass on their first play from scrimmage to the groans from our side of the field and the hollers of excitement from the Giant bleachers.

We got the ball on the kick off and put together a 10 play 76 yard five minute drive that resulted in a touchdown on Joe Blount's 36 yard run. I found Merritt Jones in the end zone for the two point conversion and the game was tied. There were some actual cheers as I trotted off the field, having completed two of the three passes I threw during the drive.

Greenville got a few first downs but had to punt on their next drive and we responded with an eight play eighty-yard four minute drive, scoring on my 17 yard pass to Jones to take the lead. It was the best throw I had ever made.

In the second quarter, Greenville tied the game with a 9 play 80 yard drive of their own that took up four and a half minutes. They scored on a nine yard touchdown pass and with the successful two point conversion they took a 16-8 lead.

After an exchange of 3 and outs, we got the ball back and we engineered a five play 79 yard three minute drive, capped by my (believe it or not) 48 yard TD pass to Blount on a trick play. Fullback Mikey O'Brien stuffed the ball in for the two point conversion and we were tied again!

By now, the Hillsboro fans had stopped booing me and even the chants for Unger had gone away. I was playing my best game since my Pop Warner days and I was having fun too!

Unfortunately, Greenville took the lead with five seconds left in the half with an impressive nine play 72 yard one and a half minute drive that ended with a twenty-yard TD pass and the Giants went into the locker room with a 24-16 lead. I glanced up into the stands as I trotted off the field and saw Mims smiling at me.

There wasn't a lot of talking going on in our locker room during the break. We knew that the Coach had made a statement by benching Unger and I wondered if, with the lesson learned, the Coach would let Unger and his bastards off the hook in the second half with the game on the line.

But Coach gave no indications of such a change as he went through the adjustments for the second half. The defense needed to stop the big play and our special teams needed to make a break for our offense which was playing well, the Coach said. I was too psyched and jacked to be nervous and I ran back onto the field for the second half confident that we could still win the game.

I glanced up into the stands and saw Mims staring at me as I jogged onto the field. There was no scoring in the third quarter. Both teams moved the ball but the defenses stepped up when they needed to. I was doing okay (3-6 in the third quarter) but we couldn't get the big play.

Finally, with three minutes gone in the fourth quarter, we finally put together a successful and sustained drive – 75 yards on 12 plays, brought home by Joe Blount's five yard TD run. I found Jones in the end zone for the two point conversion and we were tied 24-24!

With five minutes left in the game, Greenville answered with a 14 play 81 yard drive that ended with a three yard TD pass with fifty-seconds left in the game, a real back breaker for us. We managed to stuff the conversion attempt but we were still down 30-24 with time almost up.

Unger hadn't left his place of shame for the entire game but with fifty seconds left, Coach motioned for him to join us on the sidelines.

"Paul's got the better arm, Theo," Coach said. "Let's see if he has any magic in him, okay? For the team?"

"Sure, Coach," I agreed, willing to give the team a chance.

Unger had blown his chance for the records and may have cost his team a win so I figured he had learned his lesson.

Unger didn't say a word as he trotted onto the field with the ball on the 27 yard line after the kick off. The fans were double-confused. Why was Unger playing now if he wasn't hurt at the start of the game? I noticed that Coach left the three bastards rotting on the bench.

Unger tried a forty-yard bomb on his first attempt. Incomplete.

Blount six yard run on 2nd down.

Unger incomplete pass on 3rd down.

Unger scramble for first down on fourth down. 32 seconds left.

Unger another incomplete bomb on first down. 27 seconds left.

Unger 21 yard pass completion to Jones. 20 seconds left.

Unger sacked. 2nd Down. 13 seconds left.

Blount 12 yard run. Third down

Unger scramble, seven yard run, out of pounds. Fourth down, 4 seconds left.

Unger end zone Hail Mary Pass…incomplete. Game over. Greenville wins.

"Guess he's not God after all," Diz Applegate remarked as he stood next to me on the sidelines as time ran out.

The Greenville side of the field went nuts in celebration while our side of the field sat in stunned silence. We had lost because Coach Anderson started me, the second string unknown ahead of the Superstar God Idol. He might be fired for this but I knew he didn't care. Principle had to mean something he was always telling us.

Unger walked off the field without saying a word to any of us but I congratulated the Giant players, several of whom told me 'great game' with sincerity. I felt good about my performance but I wish we had found a way to win.

I glanced into the stands as I walked off the field to see my ecstatic mother and the smiling Mims waving at me. Other than making love to Mims (twice), it was the best moment of my life.
The locker room was quiet with defeat except for the sounds of a few guys crying. Coach made a brief appearance, told us he was proud of us and that we fought hard. He said we win as a team and lost as a team as long as we played as a team and we might want to think of that before our first playoff game on Wednesday.
I wasn't sure if Unger was going to explode, attack the coach, beat up a few lockers, kick me in the balls, quit the team, or do something really stupid but he didn't say a word as he stripped, showered, dressed and left.
It was a great Thanksgiving for me and I had plenty to be thankful for. I got to play in the biggest game in recent memory and I played better than anybody expected. We lost and I felt bad about that but I felt good for myself. For the first time ever, reporters were asking me questions when I left the locker room.
Mims texted me: "Congrats, Superstar."
"I can't believe Coach Violated Unger like that."
"He deserved it," Mims typed.
"Happy Thanksgiving."
"Yes it is."
The paper was full of all sorts of stories on Friday: my starting, the excitement of the great game, Greenville's last winning drive, and Unger's final minute of desperation. There were all sorts of questions, rumors and gossip swirling about why Unger and the others didn't play but Coach took the high road and refused to 'out' those guys. "Coach's decision" and "team reasons" were his only comments.
For their part, Unger and the others really couldn't say much about the situation without incriminating themselves although I thought Unger was quite gracious and said all the right things about focusing on our playoff game and all that sort of stuff.
I got a lot of recognition over the weekend because of the game when I went to the movies with the guys and to a party on Saturday night. Mims mom was off for the weekend and she also spent time with Unger so we didn't get together although we texted several times.
I was a semi-celebrity at school on Monday morning and it was great to see Mims again as we chatted at our lockers.
"Mint," Unger called as he came down the hall, but he was much less forceful or demanding in his tone, noticeable enough that Mims and I exchanged surprised glances before she went to meet him.
When we suited up for practice that afternoon, Coach came out of his office with Unger at his side.
"Your teammate has something to say," Coach announced.
"I'd like to apologize to the team for not being there for you against Greenville," Unger said in a usually quiet voice. "I let you down, I disgraced myself, and we lost. If you're willing to give me a second chance, I'd like the opportunity to help us beat Danville in the first playoff game."
I had never heard Unger sound so humble and contrite before and it was quite shocking. When we got out on the practice field, Unger approached me and for a second I thought maybe he was going to pounce on me.
"You played well against the Green," he said, not looking me in the eyes. "Good job."
"Thanks," I said, not sure what to make of any of this.
"Coach told me it's your decision who starts on Wednesday," he revealed.
"You're kidding," I replied with disbelief.
"As far as he's concerned, you're our starter," Unger confirmed.
Wow. This was unbelievable. I was the starting Quarterback for the Hillsboro Hurricanes going into a playoff game. But I knew who the better player was. I was holding a practice ball in my hand and I handed it to him.

"You're the guy," I said bravely.
Unger looked at me and shook his head with sorrow. "You're a better person than I could ever hope to be, Fleming," he with a sigh as he walked off.

I turned to see the Coach standing there with his arms folded across his chest. "You gave up your position?"
"We both know who's the better QB, Coach."
"Let me tell you something, son," the Coach replied, taking a step closer. "Sometimes it doesn't matter how much talent you have. Sometimes it matters how much soul you have."
I nodded in understanding but then I realized I had no soul. I was the one who had violated Unger with what I had done with Mims. I turned and walked back to Unger.
"You want the ball back?" He asked when he saw me approaching.
"No," I said. "I slept with Mims."

It was the scariest admission I had ever made in my life. Unger stared at me for the longest time and I waited for him to punch me in the mouth and beat the shit out of me. But instead there was a look of resignation and acceptance on his face.
"I knew she wasn't happy," he finally said.
"I don't think you've been happy either," I remarked, although I had no idea where that came from. "I'm sorry I violated you."
"I've been violating people my whole life," he replied before walking off and I wondered if I had just signed Mims death warrant.
I was nervous and freaked for the rest of the afternoon and I was still on pins and needles that evening waiting for the hammer to drop. My doorbell rang at 8:30 that night and Angie answered it.
"She's back!" Angie announced from the bottom of the stairs and I came out of my room in time to see Mims coming up them.
"What's going on?" I asked when I saw the look on her face.
"Unger just dumped me," she announced with amazement.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No, no, no, nothing like that," she said with disbelief. "He was strangely mellow. Apologetic. Resolved. Almost happy in a bizarre way. He apologized for being an asshole and told me I deserved better."
"Really?" I asked, stunned that he could let go so easily.
"He said he was tired of being an Unger and that he wanted to be someone better now."
"Wow," I said. "That's..."
"Do you want to go out with me?" Mims asked, cutting me off.
"Yes," I answered. "More than anything."
"My hero," Mims replied with a happy smile as we hugged in the middle of the stairs.

"That's the sappiest thing I've ever seen," Angie remarked from the bottom of the stairs.