Wow. Isabella lacks a filter. She is so rude... I clench my fist underneath the table. My tears are prickling behind my eyelids, and I'm shaking in my seat. "Dela isn't ugly, though," Danielle smiles at me. "You're really not. You just need to grow up." Even Danielle is jumping on the train o
Lionel People, both friends and teammates, blame me for not taking anything seriously in this world. According to them, I don't put my heart into anything. Be it football or getting to know the women I date, I just don't put my entire focus into it. They are wrong. If I didn't put my heart into
Dela "No, it's true! Girls don't like me!" I exclaim and stare up into Lionel's face. We are standing in the hallway and having a bit of an argument. "I don't have any friends, and I won't be making any new ones!" His eyes meet mine. Had we not had this discussion, I would admit how hot he looks
Shocked and dumbfounded, I freeze in my place. My heart is pounding. I'm moved and touched, and I don't know if this is real. Does Shirley really want to become my friend? Lionel clears his throat behind me. "Do you want to hang out with us tonight, Shirley? We are getting food from the drive-thru
Dela The following morning, I'm feeling terrible. Yesterday was fun with Lionel and Shirley, but I think I'm getting sick. I don't have any fever. This is probably just the beginning of a cold, yet I'm still half-dead. My head hurts. My throat is itching. Life kind of sucks. Groaning, I make i
Shirley: What about a tall, football-playing goofball who doesn't care about what hobbies you have? A guy who has seen your room and doesn't care. Basically, a person you don't have to pretend with? She quickly adds another message. Shirley: Did I mention he comes with rock-hard abs? Shirley: A
Lionel I head for my car with Leo, the teddy bear, in my arms. Most other teammates are heading home to sleep to rest up for tomorrow, but I have a date with a girl named Mandi. Smiling, I force the stuffed animal into the passenger seat and jerk in surprise when I notice my phone ringing. Its Ja
Dela I might be dying, but pfft—everything can be fixed with some alcohol in your system! And let's not forget hot half-naked doctors on the TV! Smiling like an idiot, I turn my attention to the screen again. "Oh, McDreamy... The things I would do to you... Don't screw Meredith—fuck me instead..