Page 58 of A Quarterback for Christmas

My jaw’s ticking because it seems it doesn’t matter what age we are. I am always competing for Little Miss Coach’s Daughter’s attention, and something about this time riles me up more than usual. Probably because I know what she tastes like now and I’m not about to give up on her so easily.

Bella:Guys you don’t know about. You may have been cockblocking me with the football team, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been talking to others.

I smirk, because that immediately dulls any simmering tension. She’s doing this on purpose. She’s trying to rile me up. There’s no way any guys are texting her, especially on the campus app. Everyone knows exactly who she is, and they’re too afraid of her daddy to make a move.

Bella:How did you even get my number, anyway? I didn’t give it to you.

I shake my head at the audacity of this girl. I’ve had my dick, tongue, and fingers inside her, yet she still wants to treat me like she doesn’t want me to do it again.

Drew:I’ve always had it.

Bella:Not an answer. You still somehow got it at some point.

Drew:I got it in high school. Did I forget to mention that I had some crazy plan on asking you to our junior prom?

Bella:Another day, another fake declaration of love. Don’t know why you’re so hellbent on making me believe there was something between us in high school when you dated every other girl but me. Besides, I remember junior prom very well.You took Becca Sinclair and did one of those embarrassing promposals.

I huff out an amused breath because if I was asked off the cuff, I wouldn’t remember Becca’s last name. But she did. Maybe it’s not just me that’s been harboring an unhealthy obsession with the other. It’s just I’m the only one willing to admit it.

Drew:It’s not a lie, B. In hindsight, I realize it was a stupid idea, but what can I say? I was a smitten ball player, crushing on the coach’s daughter and had probably taken too many knocks in the head to realize what a stupid idea it was.

Drew:I had my whole promposal foryouplanned out. Painted the words, ‘Bella, will you tackle prom with me?’ on our championship winning football because I saw it worked for some dudes on Pinterest, and Haydee said it was a great idea.

The read receipts pop up, so I know she’s seen it. Then bubbles indicating she’s typing pop up, only to go away just as quickly. She starts typing again, but I get nothing. Maybe I’ve finally made her speechless. Fine, she needs a little prompting.

Drew:Can you imagine my disappointment when I saw you strutting in and hanging off Jimmy’s arm, wearing that green dress? Dude couldn’t even throw a ball, yet you were all giddy and excited about it. I had to repaint the ball so the l’s looked like c’s just to save myself from embarrassment, and I could ask Becca.

Bella:If that’s true, why didn’t you ask me before Jimmy did?

Drew:See, that’s the crappy part. I told Jimmy my plan, even showed him the ball, and the next day, it was all over the school that you were going with him. I didn’t talk to him for a month after that stupid stunt.

Bella:I thought you stopped talking because he wouldn’t let you copy his answers in physics.

Drew:Is that what he told you?

Bella:Yeah.

Drew:Typical. Steals my girl and then turns me into the villain.

Bella:Only you would turn a booty call into a pity party.

Drew:Is that what you think this is? A booty call?

Bella:Why else would you be texting me so late when you ignored me when I left?

And there it is. The reason I’m getting the snark from Bella. She’s pissed that I waited a few hours to text. Sue me. I didn’t want Coach Summers to see my name brandished across her phone straight after leaving her. I could tell he suspected something was up when he walked into my bedroom, and I didn’t want to stoke that fire.

Drew:I wanted to talk to you.

Bella:If you wanted to talk, you would have called.

Throwing my head back in exasperation, I contemplate throwing my phone in the snow as it would be less infuriating than trying to talk sense into this girl.

Drew:I’ve done something better. I’m outside.

Bella:Outside where?

Drew:Your dad’s house. I found a pair of shorts stuffed down the side of the couch and thought I’d bring them to you.

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