All Chapters of Resisting Mr.Popular : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The loud thump of a chart topping song blasting from the speakers, vibrated through the dimly lit, crowded house. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol and the kind of desperation Skylar found exhausting. Girls in tempting clothes and guys in varsity jackets filled the space. Fiddling with the length of her dress, she felt like puking; she absolutely hated frat parties. The idea of getting hit on by cocky, pea-brained jocks who thought they were gods was the worst. Her roomie, April, had dragged her here, calling it an intervention. “Sky, college is not all about studying, you know,” she had said one Saturday afternoon when she'd found her in her room, buried in books. She should’ve listened to her highly effective instincts, which had predicted how horrifying this would be. But no, she had allowed April to force her into the sluttiest outfit she had in her closet: a peach, backless dress with a plunging neckline. How is this a dress? she thought, pulling the hem of the fabric down a

Ending the call, Liam strolled to his car. Ignoring the questioning gazes directed at him, he slammed the door shut. He had never been this frustrated. Usually, all it took was a flash of his smile, a few charming lines, and their panties would practically drop faster than you could say “watermelon”. But today, he had been left benched. Skylar. The name was now stuck in his mind. Speeding off, he was sure of one thing about himself: he didn’t know how to give up. April’s non stop chatter about Liam filled the car ride home, each topic revealing a new fun fact. “Do you know he shattered Jack Miles’ long standing college record of most rushing touchdowns by a quarterback ? I mean, I’d leave Chris in a heartbeat if he came on to me like that.” She had zoned out minutes ago, propping her head against the window, struggling to fall asleep. “Hellooo, Earth to Sky,” she murmured. Skylar opened her eyes, rubbing her temple. “Yeah, I get it. He’s a football star and has a lot of girls throwi

Coach raised a finger, signaling him to wait a moment as he finished a call. Liam eyes strayed to the wooden framed picture on the desk of his wife and two kids smiling in a cozy christmas photo. He had grown up idolizing coach, who had become both a mentor and role model. This office was a place where dreams were made. Finally, he hung up the phone and gestured to the chair. “Liam, I wanted to talk to you about your performance today. You showed some excellent ability out there, but you seemed distracted.” Coach leaned forward, studying him. “What is it, son?” “Nothing, Coach. Just some tough classes,” he lied. “Do you need a tutor? I can assign you the best from the college tutoring program.” “You don’t have to do that. I’ve drawn up a study plan to improve my grades. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll talk about the program.” “Alright. Just know I believe in you, you have the potential to make it big in the league. Don’t waste this opportunity.” “Thanks, Coach,” he said, stridin

“Hey, princess,” he teased casually, with his heartbreaker but you’ll love every moment of it smile in place; flirty seafoam green eyes that a woman, man, or even a squirrel couldn't help getting lost in. Damn, he was a sexy piece of meat, full stop. The trail of giggling wannabe wags behind him totally agreed with that thought. Skylar hated moments like this, while her brain was roaring, “Flee, he's trouble, the merciless ruin you and leave asshole,” her traitorous pussy was quivering, “Boy, come wreck me.” She must be ovulating. Yes, that was the only plausible reason for this madness. She took a much needed breather to prevent her name from being written on his disturbingly long list of dipped pussies. “Don’t call me that sexist crap,” she tried sassing back. “Save it for your future Mrs Westbrook.” Immediately, an elbow jabbed her in the ribs.“Ow!” she yelped, glaring at April as she rubbed her sides. “Seriously, that hurts. What the hell was that for?” “Be nice!” April hissed un