Semua Bab The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Bab 1 - Bab 10

SKYLAR“Truth or dare, golden boy.” That voice. Ugh. It belongs to one of the worst people at Valor State University, and if you guessed “asshole linebacker,” or “walking STD,” you’d be correct. It belongs to Chris Jerkins. My boyfriend’s best friend. The certified menace of the century. And the golden boy he’s referring to? That’s Shawn Crawford–VSU’s star running back, my bestie and roommate’s brother, and my boyfriend. Well. Technically my secret boyfriend, because absolutely no one knows we’re dating. Eight weeks ago, Shawn got into a massive, brutal, phone-cameras-everywhere fight with Trey Parker, the team’s powerhouse quarterback. The video hit 2 million views in a day. Now the university PR team has them both on strict media lockdown. With Shawn’s every move being monitored, one headline that says “Star Running Back in Messy New Relationship” and he’s benched, suspended, or worse. Logically, I get it. But emotionally, it still shreds me. No one likes being trea

He isn’t kissing me back. He’s actually not kissing me back. If anything, Trey’s statue-still, his rigid lips against mine while the world goes dead silent. Even the thumping bass from the speakers seems to have magically vanished. It feels like every single person at this party is holding their breath, waiting for the explosion that has to follow a stunt like this. And frankly? With how badly this is crashing and burning, so am I. God, I’m so stupid. What was I even thinking? Of all the people to recruit for my fake-boyfriend scheme, it just had to be the most dangerous guy at VSU? Yeah. RIP to me. It was a good run. Accepting my inevitable doom, I begin to pull my face away, ready to peel myself off him and run into the night.But I don’t make it far. Trey’s lips finally move against mine before I can back an inch. A large hand snapping around my waist and pulling me against a hard chest sends my oxygen packing. The crowd mirrors my shock by letting out a loud gasp.I don

TREY“I-I beg your finest pardon?” comes Professor Adams' shaky tone. “What on earth do you mean you’re in this class now, Mr. Parker?”I don’t even bother sparing him a glance.My focus remains entirely on the frozen little rabbit right there on the stairs. Right on cue, her cheeks begin flushing that delicious shade of pink. Just looking at her sends a sudden jolt straight down to my pants.Fuck.So, it isn't a fluke.How the hell is it possible that a part of me which has been completely dormant–dead to the world since my senior year of high school–has suddenly roared back to life? And all because of a single, chaotic kiss from a girl I barely know.When she launched herself at me at the bonfire last night, I was ready to throw her off. I don’t like people. I don’t let people touch me, and I sure as hell don’t do public spectacles. But the second her lips pressed against mine, it was like a live wire snapped inside my chest. A beautiful zap of pure adrenaline. It’s the exact same r

“I-I’m sorry, Professor,” I speak up quickly, staring dead at Trey with all the iciness in my veins. “But that actually won’t work. Jade and I have been partners since day one. We already have our entire system down, and switching things up now will completely ruin our workflow.” Cue the pleading, do-not-screw-me-over-here look I throw at Professor Adams, fully expecting him to back me up and shut this whole thing down. Instead, the man beams, ready to kiss Trey’s boots. “Well, Miss Thompson, I’m sure we can make a minor adjustment for–” “I’m sure Jade wouldn’t mind,” cuts in Trey, completely ignoring the professor. Sluggishly, and with a forward lean, he turns his head toward my bestie. “Now, would you, Jade? You know how I’ve just transferred into this course, and you’ve all been here for weeks. Wouldn’t it be best if I get the partner of my choosing–someone I feel can... properly explain how all of this works to me?” I whip my head to Jade, who is, yet again, a gawking statu

SKYLAR I am not okay.I repeat: I am absolutely, one hundred percent not okay.My hands are wobbling so hard I have to white-knuckle the straps of my backpack just to keep them steady. Every step I take feels like a march toward the gallows.Trey walks beside me with a predatory stride, his frame acting like a human shield against the rest of campus. We’ve left the psych building and are crossing the quad toward the athletic complex–a state-of-the-art, multi-million-dollar brick building that houses the varsity locker rooms, training facilities, and… the coaches' offices.The walk is pure torture. The campus grapevine works faster than fiber-optic internet. Everywhere we turn, heads whip around. Fingers point. Loud whispers follow us aggressively.It seems half the student body has already seen whatever was caught on that phone camera in the lecture hall, plus the lingering fallout from last night's bonfire.Yet, despite the oppressive atmosphere, Justin Ashfield will not shut up. S