The Lacrosse Player Next Door
I could smell his tempting cologne as he walked closer, his presence making my heart skip a beat. He placed his hands on the wall, caging me in with his strong arms.
My breath hitched.
He leaned in, his honey-colored eyes boring into mine like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Meanwhile, I was meltingโlike ice cream on a summer sidewalk.
"You look familiar," he murmured, biting his lip as if deep in thought. "Have we met before?"
Of course, Jack Harrisonโthe most popular lacrosse player at Wilford Highโwouldnโt know who I am. Why would he?
Iโm the invisible girl. The one who hides behind books and avoids eye contact. The one no one remembers.
And yetโฆ Iโve always noticed him.
Jack Harrison.
The boy every girl wants. The boy Iโve secretly dreamed about since sophomore year.
And thenโjust when I thought Iโd spend another year in his shadowโI found out a new family was moving in next door.
To my utter disbelief, it turned out to be him.
Jack Harrison, the boy I've always wanted.