Cam Riley sat quietly in the locker room, his eyes fixed on the Florida State Seminoles jersey hanging in front of him. The familiar garnet and gold colors, the ones he’d worn with pride for the past three years, were more than just fabric to him. They represented something deeper — a commitment, a bond that went beyond football.
A knock on the door broke his reverie. It was his coach, who came in with a smile that matched the energy of a game-winning touchdown.
“Cam, mind if we have a chat?” Coach asked, sitting down across from him.
“Of course, Coach,” Cam replied, his voice steady, though his mind was racing.
Coach glanced at him thoughtfully. “I’ve been hearing some rumors. Some folks think you might be thinking about leaving early, pursuing other options. But I know how much you care about this program. So, I wanted to hear it from you—where do you stand?”
Cam took a deep breath, reflecting on everything that had led him here. He had dreams, big ones, and the future was full of possibilities. But his heart was with Florida State. He thought about the days he’d spent in Tallahassee, the long practices, the victories, the losses, and the teammates who had become like family.
“I love this place, Coach,” Cam said with conviction. “I’ve been around a lot of great teams, but there’s something special about FSU. The fans, the tradition, the way this program pushes me to be my best—it’s not something I want to walk away from just yet. I’m here to give it my all, for this team and for this university. This is where I belong.”
Coach smiled, clearly relieved. “I had a feeling that’s how you’d feel. You’ve always been about the team, Cam. I’m proud of you.”
As Cam stood up, ready to hit the field for practice, the weight of his decision felt lighter. He knew his path was far from easy, but there was no other place he’d rather be than with the Seminoles. His love for Florida State wasn’t just about football—it was about legacy, growth, and loyalty.
“I’m staying, Coach,” Cam said, the words sealing his commitment to a future he couldn’t wait to continue shaping.