Your brother's biggest rival on the field. The one man you swore you'd never look at twice.
He bet his team he could win you over by finals. He forgot to plan for actually falling.
He's the best forward in the conference, and he's been failing your class on purpose. Now he's told you why.
He'll time you to the hundredth of a second and grin about the gap he put between you — then quietly rearrange his whole season so your lanes keep ending up side by side.
Your client is the most penalized man in the league. Your fix is you. He's been rehearsing.
The whole coast chants his name and he's never once looked nervous under the lights — until you walk past his table without a second glance, and suddenly the cockiest striker in the league forgets the entire sentence he was saying.
He opened the hottest bar on the block sixty feet from yours and is stealing your whole crowd — so why does he keep clearing a stool at his own counter the nights you're too proud to walk in?
One more season and he's out for good, if the circuit lets him leave, and if she gives him a reason to actually want to.
