Offside Hearts Nikki Lawson Novels & Stories

Even with no voice, she still managed to project suspicion. “You’re acting like you don’t care,” she rasped. “I care in the sense that I prefer concerts where the performers are not hunted for sport,” I said. “That seems… healthier.” Sienna’s mouth twitched. “You’re still weird.” “I’m always weird.” “Different weird,” she insisted. I shut my locker a little too hard. It clanged like a guilty verdict. Before Sienna could interrogate me further, a group of girls swept past us, and Blaire Maddox was right in the center like a queen escorted by her court.

"I don't look like a guy." Coach Miller reached into a bag and pulled out a jersey. Number 22. "The padding adds bulk. We’ll tape your chest. We’ll tuck your hair into a skull cap. With the visor, you’re just another player in a crowd." He looked me dead in the eye. "You challenged the king and you won, Kelsey. Now, I’m asking you to save his throne." I looked at the jersey. I looked at the field. "Fine," I whispered. "But if I get tackled into the next dimension, I’m suing everyone."

Nicole mumbled. "I was thinking the same thing, Ms. Lawless," Brianna said. Huh? "You are a lawyer named Lawless?" I gawked at Nicole. "How did that happen?" Why had that not registered when I went to Nicole's office? Oh yeah, her leading me in, eyes pleading for sex. "That is not relevant, Mr. Nyilas," O'Shea kept coming. "What do you mean 'not relevant'? Are you saying you'd hire a male escort named Quick-fire Small-Penis?" I wondered. "If so, you are a more trusting soul than I."