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..
"You're doing great," Lynn tells me, and my chest swells when she looks at me with proud eyes. Her hand touches mine, and her lips curl into a sweet, adorable smile. "I know that you will be drafted. You train like an idiot, and football is the only thing on your mind, except for maybe some fishing.
Isaac It's been two months since Lynn and I started dating. Things have been going great. She comes to my football games, gets along with my mom, and I'm just constantly floating on pink clouds. But today, I can't make my stomach stop churning. I'm about to have dinner with Lynn and her parents.
Eventually, I wet my lips. "Can I... Can I hug you?" Isaac breaks out into a smile. "Of course." I don't waste a second. I push away the tray and launch myself at Isaac, who laughs in surprise when I tackle him to his back. I can't help it. I like him so much and immediately squeeze him in a bear
Lynn I don't know what to say when Isaac walks into the room. I know we both like each other now, but what do I tell him? How do I get into that topic? Do I say nothing at all and let him talk? My nerves are all over the place, and so are my thoughts. A shadow moves over me, and then Isaac stands
Lynn I wake up with a terrible headache and groan. "I'm never drinking alcohol ever again!" A snicker comes from above me, and I see Isaac's face when I open my eyes. We are lying in a bed together, and I'm nestled to his side, head resting between his pectoral muscle and muscular arm. "Good mor
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting