My Quarterback Alpha
I continued, changing the subject just enough to keep her guessing, “they’re starting a fan club for me.”
Aria rolled her eyes. “You must be thrilled.”
“It’s going to be wild. Girls wanting me to sign their boobs, I heard.”
“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath.
I popped open my locker, dug around for a second, and pulled out the shirt I had been saving. Holding it up, I proudly displayed it for her. Black cotton, bold white letters, a photo of me mid-throw on the field, and under it in cheesy gold lettering: Kai Blackthorn’s No. 1 Fan.
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