All Chapters of Resisting Mr.Popular : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1 Sea Green Eyes •••SKYLAR••• The loud thump of a chart topping song from the speakers vibrated through the crowded living area. The air was thick with sweat from the bodies grinding to the electropop song. I felt like puking. I absolutely hated frat parties. It made me cringe when I got hit on by horny assholes in varsity jackets who believe they are gods. My roomie, April, had dragged me here, calling it an intervention. "Sky, college is not all about studying, you know," she had said one Saturday afternoon when she saw me in my room, buried in books. I should have listened to my instincts, which had told me how bad this would be. But no, I had allowed April to force me into the sluttiest outfit she had in her closet: a peach, backless dress with a plunging neckline. How is this a dress? I thought, pulling the hem of the fabric down as I got out of April's car. "Stop freaking out! You look like a baddie. Seriously, you look sexy." April, in a rhinestone cowl n

CHAPTER 3 Playing Cupid •••SKYLAR••• April's nonstop chatter about Westbrook filled the car ride home, each topic she brought up had a new fun fact. "West shattered Jack Miles' long standing NCAA record of most rushing touchdowns by a quarterback last season." I had zoned out minutes ago, as I leaned my head on the side window, struggling to fall asleep. "Hellooo, Earth to Sky." Opening my eyes, I rubbed my temples, to suppress a migraine. "Yeah, I get it. He's a football star and has a lot of girls throwing themselves at him. But honestly, I don't care. And oh yeah, thanks for ditching me, by the way." "I'm sorry! I had to do it, you needed to step out of your rut. Now, back to West." "I'm not in a rut, shrink, and can you please stop sounding like a canary bird? I'm not into him." "Come on, don't say that. He's a catch! And who knows, maybe you will be the one to tame him." "I don't think so. Taming some arrogant quarterback isn't on my bucket list." Accepti

CHAPTER 5 Forty Pushups •••LIAM••• "Okay, you want to hang out sometime?" "No, how many times do I have to say that? You need a restraining order to leave me the heck alone. Stay away from me, Westbrook," she said. Turning around, she walked towards the building, her bubble butt bouncing in her black pleated skirt and blue sweater ensemble as she climbed up the stairs. To be honest, this third rejection stung. I was Liam fucking Westbrook, for fucksake. Even female professors have tried to suck my dick. On the bright side, I didn't mind the view one bit. As I stood there, still watching an ass I couldn't wait to spank while my cock drilled that juicy clit until it was dripping with my cum. Ah, what a mental picture. I had to quickly kick those wild thoughts away. Practice was in two minutes, and I was bloody late. Coach Nick chewed my ass a new one when I entered our training center. "You are late, Westbrook!" he barked. "Sorry, Coach. Won't happen again," I cal

CHAPTER 7 Kryptonite •••SKYLAR••• I couldn't remember what Prof. McAdams told the class, the annoying Westbrook kept distracting me. I checked my phone, 1:30 p.m., twenty five more minutes. Argh, someone kill me now! An ESPN notification popped up on my screen, the headline about Westbrook's rumoured future team. My thumb hovered above his face and then I tapped it. The article praised his hunger to be the next Tom Brady I read on, and another popped up, captioned "Liam is making his family proud," with a picture of his mom and little sister. I clicked on it. His mom, a fit woman who could pass for his sister, and her daughter Emily, no older than six, with a missing front tooth, smiled together. I curiously ended up on his I*******m page, his recent post read "Hey guys, meet Lukie, my buddy I rescued today, hashtag rescue a dog." A pic of Liam wearing a baseball jersey and grey shorts, lying on his couch, cuddling a golden retriever, stared right back at me. This post was s

CHAPTER 9 Heiress •••SKYLAR••• "Romance novels," I replied. "Sometimes I forget you are such a nerd," she said. "You are hilarious, have you ever considered auditioning for a role on Saturday Night Live?" "Well, having my own fashion label is more of my goal; maybe when that doesn't work out, I will consider stand up comedy as my backup plan," she answered. "I was being sarcastic." "I know, sky, remember tonight we are going to a party, not a courtroom." "You're so annoying," I said with a smile, walking towards my room. "Love you too, bitch!" She yelled back. In front of the mirror, I looked at my emerald midi dress with a thigh slit made of a silky material that looked spray painted on my body. This was a risky choice for me. Alexia, my father's gold digging bimbo, had bought this dress when she was trying to win over my love. I heard April gasp from the doorway. "Oh. My. Gosh." "What?" I turned to face her. "You went for bougie. I love it. West will