Ava Sinclair has one ruleâstay away from jocks. Theyâre arrogant, theyâre reckless, and theyâre nothing but distractions. As Brookdale Universityâs top student, she has a strict schedule of study sessions, internships, and zero tolerance for football players, especially Logan Carter. Logan, on the other hand, thrives on breaking rules. When his teammates make a betâdate the nerdy girl whoâs never fallen for a jockâhe takes it as a challenge. After all, no one resists Logan Carter. The only problem? Ava is practically allergic to him. Every time he flirts, she shuts him down. Every time he âaccidentallyâ shows up where sheâs studying, she finds another spot. But Logan isnât one to back down, so he ups his game: â Surprise coffee deliveries? Check. â Crashing her study group with ridiculous questions? Absolutely. â Secretly stealing her notes to force her into tutoring him? Maybe not his best idea... Things escalate when Ava decides to fight backâcue a prank war involving fake tutoring schedules, food sabotage, and an unfortunate incident involving Loganâs lucky jersey. But somewhere between the chaos, the teasing, and the forced proximity (thanks to a dorm mix-up that makes them neighbors), Logan starts falling for the very girl he was supposed to play. When Ava discovers the bet, will Logan be able to prove that this game stopped being a game a long time ago? Or will she show him that, for the first time, Logan Carter has met his match? stay tuned đ
View MoreAva's pov The next day I woke up early in the morning before Logan and tidied up the place before I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I wore my jeans with my black hoodie, took my bag and tiptoed out of the apartment . After everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't bring myself to face Logan. I don't want him to think that I'm some Kind of weak person or come out as clingy. I can manage myself. I managed to get to the class, I was the first one to get to the class, then a few minutes later students started to find their way in the room. Professor of sociology Gabriel Lenox started his lecture. I bent my head down and focused on writing notes when I heard a knock on the door and the professor allowed whoever was knocking. I took a look and saw that it was Logan wearing a black jeans with black leather jacket. I immediately lowered my head when he caught me looking.
Ava's pov The last thing I remember after reaching Logan's place is that he told me he was going out tonight, so why the hell is he still here? I was lost in my thoughts when I felt something nudging me. I turned to face Logan who had a smirk on his face. "hey nerd, what are you daydreaming now? I know I'm hot but you can just tone it out sunshine". I scoffed "who told you I'm thinking about you? didn't you say you are going out tonight? or is no one willing to open their legs for you?" I remarked. Logan smirk widened "and why do you care nerd? I don't think me whoring around is any of your concern or are you jealous " he said . I became aware of the small space we were in. After the kiss we shared earlier, Everytime Logan is close to me keeps making me feeling conscious. " No I'm not jealous but can you move your body away, you're in my space " I said, tryin
Avaâs POV I stared at the eviction notice in my hands, my stomach twisting into knots. my landlord said I had a week but here I am .... on the streets!. Rent issues. A âmiscalculation,â my landlord had called it. But all I heard was: you have to leave. I didnât even have a place to go. It wasnât like I could call anyone. Iâd already strained things with my dad, and my so-called friends were more interested in their own drama than helping me out. I could get a cheap motel, but what the hell was I supposed to do after that? I just wanted to disappear. But as I stood outside the dorm, gripping my duffel bag like it could somehow shield me from everything, a ping from my phone broke the silence. Logan Carter: Whatâs up, nerd? I almost didnât want to reply. I didnât even know why I had his number in the first place, but here it was, glowing on the screen. I bit my lip, thinking of all the options none of them great before I did the dumbest thing possible. Ava: âŚGot a couch I ca
Loganâs POV This was a bad idea. No,scratch that. This was a dangerous idea. And yet, here I was, walking into a house party with Ava Sinclair, the one girl on this damn whole campus who wasnât wrapped around my finger. She wasnât supposed to be here. and she didn't want to be here. But after our little negotiation in the library, after watching her hesitate before ultimately caving to my offer, I knew sheâd show up. And damn, if she didnât look completely out of place. She wasnât dressed like the other girls,tight dresses, sky high heels, looking for attention. No, Ava wore ripped jeans and a fitted sweater, her hair in a ponytail, like she hadnât even thought twice about what to wear. And yet, as I walked beside her, my eyes kept drifting to her. Dangerous. "Youâre sure about this?" she asked, arms crossed as she surveyed the party like she was searching for an emergency exit. "Relax, nerd," I said, throwing an arm around her shoulder, grinning when she immediately stiffe
Avaâs POV I wasnât sure how I ended up here. One minute, I was closing my laptop, ending another exhausting tutoring session with Logan Carter. The next, I was shaking hands on a deal I wasnât even sure I wanted to make. I was going against my rules again. "Come to the game, and Iâll help you find a part-time job," he had said, flashing that cocky grin like he already knew Iâd say yes. And somehow, against all logic, I had said yes! stupid!! Now, I was packed into the freezing bleachers of Westbridge Stadium, surrounded by screaming fans, girls with too much make up , and everything I was not a customized regretting every life decision that had led to this moment. "Come on, Ava, at least try to look excited!" my neighbor, Sophie, yelled over the deafening cheers. I forced a tight smile. "Super excited," I deadpanned, gripping my coat tighter around me. I don't know what came over me to accept the dealguess you can call it desperation!! Sophie rolled her eyes. "Youâre impossi
Avaâs POV I woke up this morning early, I took a shower and decided to go for something casual. I put my jeans and black top with a cardigan. I made myself a simple breakfast just tea and bread, in my situation I could not afford anymore fancy breakfast. I got used to it after my mom died and my dad chased me out of his house because I talked back to his precious wife. She always hated me but the feeling was mutual!. after I was done with my breakfast I exited my one room apartment and started walking to university. the West bridge university was huge it literally took me 30 minutes just to reach the library. Today I have to tutor Logan and now it's 8 am and he's nowhere to be seen. then about fifteen minutes later he strolled in the library like it was some changing locker room. everyone was looking at him in shock. because the famous Logan doesn't do studies. there was something about Logan Carter that screamed trouble or is it because of his confident smirk that he has all th
Avaâs POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasnât just a personal preference. It was survival, I had to avoid them inorder to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps , a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, No way, I'll never do that that how I survived my first year in Westbridge university and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year. Thatâs why, when Logan Carter walked into my History class fifteen minutes late, I didnât even bother looking up from my laptop. I already knew who he was. everyone knew him, star quarterback, campus heartthrob, a playboy, and the guy who had probably never studied a day in his life. Professor Ambrose mills barely looked at him as he walked to the only empty seat right next to me. I stiffened. Just my luck, I didn't want to sit closer with him. jocks never supposed to be with nerds,not that I'm a n
Avaâs POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasnât just a personal preference. It was survival, I had to avoid them inorder to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps , a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, No way, I'll never do that that how I survived my first year in Westbridge university and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year. Thatâs why, when Logan Carter walked into my History class fifteen minutes late, I didnât even bother looking up from my laptop. I already knew who he was. everyone knew him, star quarterback, campus heartthrob, a playboy, and the guy who had probably never studied a day in his life. Professor Ambrose mills barely looked at him as he walked to the only empty seat right next to me. I stiffened. Just my luck, I didn't want to sit closer with him. jocks never supposed to be with nerds,not that I'm a n...
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