Taming the varsity player
Diva.dazzel
Gable gave a sharp, judgmental sniff, her eyes scanning my oversized green hoodie and paint-splattered jeans before she turned on her heel and walked out of the feed room.
I let out a long breath, leaning my forehead against a cool metal sack of grain.
Welcome to Oakridge—a small town where the grass was perfectly manicured, the country club memberships cost more than my mother made in a year as a nurse, and I was currently ranking as the town’s premier invisible nobody. At seventeen, my track record was flawlessly tragic: No boyfriend, no first kiss, a dad who skipped town years ago, and a younger sister, Lizzy, who treated me like a highly contagious disease whenever we were within fifty yards of her social-climbing friends.