The Lacrosse Player Next Door
I could smell his tempting cologne as he walked closer to me. He placed his hands on the wall, caging me between his strong arms.
He leaned forward, his honey-colored eyes boring into mine like he was trying to figure something out. On the other hand, I was melting like ice cream in a cone.
"You look familiar," he said, biting his lip, deep in thought. "Have we met before?" he asked.
Of course, the most popular lacrosse player at Wilford High School would never know me—a girl who hides from the faces of her classmates.
Jack Harrison.
The most handsome and popular boy in school, the one every girl wishes to have.
We've been in the same class since 9th grade, yet he has hardly noticed me. He's the only one I've ever had a crush on, and even now, in my 12th grade, my final year of high school—I still like him, always wishing he would notice me.
Then one day, I found out that a new family was moving next door, and to my utmost surprise, it turns out to be Jack Harrison.