Aspen's POV
"Finally." I mumble as I finally reach the team training center after limping from my room.
For some reason, those four dudes beat the shit out of me last night.
I guess I should have expected that to happen since I'm surrounded by a bunch of insecure men.
When I get to the door of the team training center, it slides open then I limp inside and head to the meting room
"Aspen." One of the team organizer people says as I notice people staring. "What happened?"
"Can't talk." I say as I limp towards the team meeting room. "Already late."
"Aspen let us check you out." One of the team medical people says.
"You can when I get cut." I say as I reach the door to the team meeting room. "Just wait a few minutes."
When I get to the team meeting room, I open the door then limp into the room.
"Sorry I'm late." I mumble as I limp to my seat.
Once I get to my seat I gingerly sit down then I notice everybody looking at me.
"Aspen remove your hood and stand up." Doug Nussmeier, the Cowboy QB Coach, says so I do as told then I see his eyes almost bulge out of his head.
"What the hell happened to you?" A different coach asks.
"Aspen who were the players who attacked you?" Mike McCarthy, the Cowboys Head Coach asks.
"Who said I was attacked Coach?" I question.
"Well what the hell happened then?" Mike asks. "You bruise half your body sleeping?"
"I...I...I sleep pretty hard sir." I say.
"Go get checked out Aspen." Coach McCarthy says. "I'll come talk to you later."
I bet I get cut.
"Yes sir." I mumble then I limp over to the training staff.
Once I get to the training staff, two of them wrap an arm around me then they help me to the training room.
"So." Jorja, one of the trainers, says as she looks me over. "Wanna talk about why you look like this?"
I keep silent which causes Jorja to sigh then she does a full assessment of my bruised and battered body.
"Can you at least answer how long they hit you?" Jorja whispers
I sigh then I put four fingers on my thigh.
"Minutes?" Jorja asks causing me to shake my head no. "They beat you for four hours?"
"Yeah." I mumble.
"Well they need to get their ass kicked." Jorja says as I see Coach McCarthy walking into the room with the owner of the Cowboys and a few other people.
"How is she?" Jerry Jones ask.
"A lot of bruises, but no muscle or bone damage." Jorja says.
"Good." Jerry says then he looks at me. "Do you know who it was?"
"Yeah." I say.
"Who?" Coach McCarthy asks. "And before you say you don't want them in trouble..."
"Isiah Bailey, Kordell Booker, Arthur Perry and Logan Callahan." I say.
"Got it." Some dude says as he writes down some names.
"You feel up to practicing?" Coach McCarthy asks.
"Hell yes." I say. "It's gonna take a lot more than some bruises to stop me from practicing."
"Alrighty then." Coach McCarthy says. "Let's go practice."
- - - - -
"I'm so glad we have an off day tomorrow." I say after we're dismissed from practice.
"You better spend it in an ice bath." Ezekiel Elliott says.
"I will." I say.
"MAMA." I hear my favorite little man say causing me to turn towards the voice.
Seconds later my baby crashes into my legs then I pick my son up and tightly hug him.
"Hi Baby." I say causing Apollo to smile at me.
Apollo's smile quickly turns into a frown when he sees the bruises on me.
My son then quickly grabs onto my face and looks me over.
"Mama hurt." Apollo mumbles as I notice the rest of my family coming over.
"Mama's okay Baby." I say as Apollo looks at my face. "I promise."
"Aspen?" I hear my Dad say. "What happened?"
"We can talk about it later when the kids are distracted." I say.
My family nods then we let Apollo and Charlie play with my helmet and a football for a little bit before I go put my stuff up in my locker and change clothes.
Once my clothes are changed, my family and I head back to my hotel room so that I can shower and change into different clothes.
When we get back to my hotel room, we wait for Charlie and Apollo to be distracted with their toys then we talk about why I'm bruised.
"So what happened?" My Mom asks.
"Four of my former teammates beat me up for four hours." I say.
"Who was it?" My Dad asks.
"It's been taken care of." I say.
I would tell my Dad who it was, but I know he'd go kill the four dudes.
"They've been arrested." I say then I explain everything.
Apparently last night when I hung up my phone from my phone call with my parents I called Kailen and she recorded the four hour beating.
As I was getting dressed for practice, Kailen sent me the recording so I showed it to Coach McCarthy then he said he'd deal with it.
Midway through practice, I was informed that the four dudes we're cut from the team and arrested by the Oxnard Police.
"Did you press charges?" Tobin asks.
"Yes." I say.
"Good." Everyone says then I look at my parents.
"Can you two help me with something in my room?" I ask.
My parents nod then the three of us head to the bedroom part of my hotel room.
At this hotel, each hotel room is like a mini house.
Once were in the bedroom part of my room, I close the door then I collapse into my Dad's arms and cry.
"I've got you Princess." My Dad whispers then he picks me up into his arms and sits down with my Mom on my bed.
"I don't know what I did." I say as I try to stop crying.
"Baby you did nothing wrong." My Mom says as she wipes my tears away. "Those four are just cunts who don't like women."
"I tried to fight back." I say.
"I know you did baby." My Dad says as he wipes some tears away.
"Everything fucking hurts." I say as my crying softens
"Would you like us to help you shower?" Mom asks.
"Yes please." I say.
My parents nod then they help me into the bathroom, help me undress, and help me shower.
After I'm showered, my Mom helps me get dressed while my Dad talks to the rest of our family.
"Dad's gonna kill them." I mumble.
"No he's not." Mom says. "Cause he know's I'll kick his ass if he tries it."
"Spicy Mama." I say as i finish getting dressed.
My Mom chuckles then she helps me back to the living room part of the hotel room.
"I gotta use the bathroom then we can go." My Mom says then she heads to the bathroom as I sit down.
"What's this?" I mumble when I feel something in my pocket then I take it out. "Ooh."
"Watcha got there Bubba?" Tobin asks.
"It's my old college schedule notes." I say as I look at my UCLA football schedule notes. "I thought I lost it when I was moving back home."
"Lemme see." Tobin says then everyone huddles around and looks at my notes.
2017 (14-0)
Week 1: UCLA 45-Texas A&M 44
Week 2: UCLA 56-Northwestern 23
Week 3: UCLA 48-North Carolina 28
Week 4: UCLA 58-Stanford 34
Week 5: UCLA 27-Colorado 10
Week 6: UCLA 47-Arizona 30
Week 7: UCLA 31-Oregon 14
Week 8: UCLA 44-Washington 23
Week 9: UCLA 48-Utah 17
Week 10: UCLA 44-Arizona State 37
Week 11: UCLA 38-USC 23
Week 12: UCLA 30-Cal 17
Pac-12 Championship: UCLA 38-Stanford 12
Fiesta Bowl: UCLA 42-Penn State 35
2018 (14-0)
Week 1: UCLA 36-Cincinnati 17
Week 2: UCLA 49-Oklahoma 28
Week 3: UCLA 48-Michigan 7
Week 4: UCLA 38-Colorado 16
Week 5: UCLA 31-Washington 24
Week 6: UCLA 37-Cal 7
Week 7: UCLA 31-Arizona 30
Week 8: UCLA 41-Utah 10
Week 9: UCLA 42-Oregon 21
Week 10: UCLA 31-Arizona State 21
Week 11: UCLA 34-USC 27
Week 12: UCLA 49-Stanford 39
Pac-12 Championship: UCLA 35-Washington 10
Rose Bowl: UCLA 40-Ohio State 28
2019 (14-0)
Week 1: UCLA 42-Texas Tech 14
Week 2: UCLA 45-Wake Forest 14
Week 3: UCLA 50-Oklahoma 37
Week 4: UCLA 67-Washington State 16
Week 5: UCLA 20-Arizona 7
Week 6: UCLA 48-Oregon State 31
Week 7: UCLA 34-Stanford 16
Week 8: UCLA 42-Arizona State 32
Week 9: UCLA 31-Colorado 14
Week 10: UCLA 49-Utah 3
Week 11: UCLA 52-USC 35
Week 12: UCLA 35-Cal 14
Pac-12 Championship: UCLA 37-Oregon 17
Rose Bowl: UCLA 28-Wisconsin 27
2020 (14-0)
Week 1: UCLA 54-Florida 19
Week 2: UCLA 42-Penn State 15
Week 3: UCLA 40-LSU 12
Week 4: UCLA 41-Oregon 17
Week 5: UCLA 47-Arizona 10
Week 6: UCLA 43-Utah 18
Week 7: UCLA 48-Colorado 24
Week 8: UCLA 43-Cal 10
Week 9: UCLA 52-Arizona State 18
Week 10: UCLA 58-Washington State 15
Week 11: UCLA 40-Stanford 26
Week 12: UCLA 45-USC 15
Pac-12 Championship: UCLA 53-Oregon 24
Peach Bowl: UCLA 42-Georgia 12
"I'm still mad that you beat Cal four years in a row." Alex says.
"Same." Christen says. "But with Stanford."
"And UNC." Tobin says.
"Those we're always some of my favorite games to play." I say.
"Besides USC, the Championship games, and the bowl games, what are your favorite wins?" Kyra asks.
"Florida." I instantly say. "It felt so good to silence 90 thousand people."
"Those 2020 scores are scary." Alex says.
"I was pissed." I say. " I wanted to live no doubt that we deserve to play for a national championship, but I guess I didn't do enough."
"It's still stupid they didn't let you play for a national championship." Kimora says.
"Yeah but what are you gonna do when a bunch of old white men are in charge of the playoff selection committee?" I say then I notice something on Kimora's phone. "What's that Kai?"
"Some news site put out a predicted line-up of the APL teams." Kimora says then she scrolls through the line-ups.
I only pay attention to the three teams I care about.
GK: Kailen Sheridan
RB: Kimora Heath
RCB: Sam Staab
LCB: Aniek Nouwen
LB: Dominique Janssen
RCM: Jackie Groenen
LCM: Desiree Scott
CAM: Tobin Heath
RW: Christen Press
ST: Alex Morgan
LW: Jordyn Huitema
GK: Sari van Veenendaal
RB: Lynn Wilms/Lisa Evans
RCB: Sarah Gorden
LCB: Leah Williamson
LB: Katie McCabe
CDM: Morgan Brian
RCM: Catarina Macario
LCM: Jill Roord
RW: Talia Martin
ST: Vivianne Miedema
LW: Lieke Martens/Janine Beckie
GK: Emma Harris
RB: Maren Mjelde
RCB: Abby Dahlkemper
LCB: Kadeisha Buchanan
LB: Magdalena Eriksson
CDM: Andi Sullivan
RCM: Sam Mewis
LCM: Jessie Fleming
RW: Fran Kirby
ST: Ada Hegerberg
LW: Pernille Harder
Since Emma's team isn't playing in the APL, she and Jessie are playing for my team.
I do care about the team Kristie's on, the Orlando Pride, but they're not gonna do too well so their line-up doesn't matter.
"I thought your team would play a 4-2-4 formation." I say as I look at my niece.
"We May." Kimora says. "It's just up to the manager."
"Ah."
"Did you make your teams colors the UCLA colors on purpose?" Kyra asks.
"Honestly no." I say. "Those have just always been my two favorite colors."
"Very true." Tobin says.
"Why isn't Real Miami in the APL?" My Dad asks.
"Emma wanted the team to have their own stadium before they we're in the league." I say.
"Oh." My dad says.
"Do you all know where Kelley and Emily ended up?" I ask as I look at the footballers.
Once I bought the Spirit, I told Kelley and Emily to find a new club.
With the way Kelley's treated Kimora and Talia, and to a certain extent Emma, I don't want a person like that at my club.
Emily is Kelley's girlfriend so I told Emily to go with Kelley.
"They're playing for Atlanta." Kimora says.
"Ah."
"Alright People." My Mom says as she comes out into the living room. "Let's go eat."