Page 1 of Resist Me

Prologue

Lincoln

When I thought of skilled football players, I imagined them saying something along the lines of, “Ever since I was strong enough to hold a football…” yadda, yadda, yadda. It was their life, their passion, their entire purpose.

I didn’t pick up a football until I was a sophomore in high school. Sports weren’t really my thing. At least, not with an official team. I’d play basketball with friends after school and I liked to work out. I wasn’t a competitive person, so I never imagined I’d be the star quarterback at a major university. Was I going to enter the NFL draft? No.

It wasn’t my passion, but it was cool. I loved the game and I took to it quickly when the coach convinced me to join the team in high school. A natural was what he’d called me. Yeah, I fell in love with it but like I said, I didn’t let this shit consume my life more than it had to.

But he did.

West Densmore waltzed into this place with an ego the size of fucking Texas. He was taking my spot when I was done here, which was cool. I thought I’d train him up a bit, make sure he was ready forwhen I left. That wasn’t what happened because he was completely insane.

This guy challenged me at every turn. He tried to appeal to my friends when I wasn’t around and had tried to throw hands on more than one occasion. If he would’ve come in here like a normal person, with just an ounce of humility, things might be fine. But he pissed me off the moment I met him. Ergo, I couldn’t stand him.

Apparently, he hated me too. Good. He wanted my spot and he was an idiot because it wasn’t a competition. The spot was his. But because he was a dick, especially after winter break, I decided it’d be my life’s mission to make it hard for him.

That was the thing about West. He was the guy I described earlier. His entire life was football. Without it, what was he? Nothing. He exuded fake confidence and tried to pass himself off as a badass. Really, he was a scared little pup desperate for acceptance, and he made that everyone else’s problem.

Had I mentioned that I hated him?

We only had one more game in the season, but I had a feeling he’d try to make my life hell until I graduated. I could give hell right back.

Screw West Densmore.

Chapter 1

West

This floor? No. Whatever this countertop was made of? Gross. The cabinets? Probably twice my age.

“I hate it,” I said, frowning at every corner of the room.

“It’s not that bad,” Kai countered.

From the way his nose wrinkled, I knew he hated it too, but we were broke as a joke college students with shitty jobs. I didn’t even have a job yet. Seriously, I had classes four days of the week. How did he expect me to work too?

I guess he managed it, but Kai was different. He could do anything. There had to be some mutant DNA in him or something. He could be an X-man. Mr. Do-It-Yourself. Jack of all trades.

“What’ll Sen think?” I asked as I leaned on the counter. Thinking better of it, I straightened and dusted off my elbows.

“I don’t know. He doesn’t seem like the picky type.”

“You don’t even know what your boyfriend will like?”

“To be fair, we’ve barely been dating for three months and we’ve only known each other for four.”

“Maybe you should do more talking and less light choking.”

“The choking isn’t always light,” he said with a wry smile.

“I get the room furthest from yours. That’s not something I need to be subjected to as often as you guys do it.”

“You’ve been so grumpy since we got back from Maine. What’s going on?”

Pursing my lips, I did a full three-sixty to take in the space. I didn’t think the living room would fit more than a fifty-inch TV, not that we could even afford that. I wasn’t some rich snob, but I’d never slummed it before. As shitty as life had become just before me and my twin sister, Willow, turned nine, we’d always had what we needed. We just had to ask for it, which she didn’t have trouble with, but I’d rather chew off my left testicle than ask my dad for something.

“West,” Kai prompted impatiently.

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