The silent count is all about trust. No snap count, no signal—just instinct, timing, and the kind of connection that can’t be taught.
I was locked into this season—focused on the NFL draft with tunnel vision on my future. But then my psych class hit me harder than any linebacker, and suddenly, I needed help.
Chelsea Sullivan was only supposed to be my tutor to keep me eligible. She’s quiet, brilliant, impossible to read—and the more I learn, the more I know she’s hiding something.
My dad says she’s a distraction. He says her past isn’t worth risking my future. But even with everything on the line, I can’t stay away.
Because when the crowd fades, and it’s just the two of us, she’s the only one I need.
