The Rival Quarterback Wants Me

My boyfriend Ryan is the captain of our school's football team. I'm just the nerdy girl. Every girl on campus is jealous that I'm his girlfriend. His team won the state championship, and I spent three whole weeks hand making him a jersey as a gift. The moment I pushed open the locker room door, I saw Ryan making out with a girl. That girl was Jessica, the cheerleader, the campus "it" girl every guy drools over. Ryan's teammates were cheering them on, spraying champagne everywhere. The whole scene was so festive it almost made me want to join in and celebrate. But excuse me, wasn't that my boyfriend? Ryan, your girlfriend's here. Relax, my girlfriend's obsessed with me. She'll never leave. Don't be so jealous, Avery. We're just messing around. We're just playing truth or dare. Don't worry. If we had any other intentions, you wouldn't even be in the picture. Why does that sound so familiar? Jessica showing up at his hotel room, going out for dinner alone as a socalled celebration. Her calling him while we were in bed. Oh my God, so this bitch has been messing with my boyfriend all along. I slammed the handmade jersey straight into Ryan's face. Congrats! You two are fucking perfect for each. other I turned around and walked out like nothing happened but Ryan grabbed my wrist hard. Apologize to her!

I yanked my hand out of Ryan's grip. Ryan Carter, we're done. Ryan looked like he was about to say something to stop me. It's okay, Ryan, just let every go. I don't want any drama. That sickly sweet voice paired with that smug little expression made me roll my eyes. Ryan immediately acted all tough after hearing that. Yeah, go ahead, just don't come crawling back begging me to take you back. I couldn't be bothered arguing anymore, so I turned to leave. Right as I reached the door, the jersey I'd made for him came flying into my back. Take your crap. The door slammed shut in front of me. I stood there for a moment, humiliated, before finally bending down to pick up the jersey. The next second, I could clearly hear his teammates laughing from inside. How long do you think Avery's gonna last before she comes begging you to get back together? She looked pretty pissed this time. Two weeks maybe? Her please. One week tops before she comes back begging. I clenched the jersey tightly. For a second, I almost kicked the door open just to scream at all of them, but that would only make me look pathetic. Someone snorted nearby. "You planning to stand here all day? " The sudden male voice behind me startled me. The former captain of Ryan's team—he'd already transferred to Westbridge High and become their new captain, Ryan's biggest rival now. I felt awkward after having my entire humiliation witnessed. Uh, what are you doing here, spying on the. enemy? A jersey this well made. Some people just have no taste. I was about to say something when the door behind me suddenly swung open. Still can't bring yourself to leave. Then he noticed Logan, and his face immediately darkened. What the hell are you doing here? Logan reached over and took my hand. I'm confessing to Avery.

I couldn't even look at Ryan. I grabbed Logan's wrist and practically dragged him down the hallway at a sprint. I finally let go of his hand. Is this some kind of joke? I was getting you out of an awkward situation. You're welcome. When he noticed me staring at him, he raised a brow. Something on my face? Back when Logan was still Ryan's team captain, I'd always thought he added in for me every time he caught Ryan with his arm around me. His expression would darken. Every time I showed up to cheer for Ryan's team, Logan wouldn't even glance my way. I thought he believed I wasn't good enough for Ryan. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out. "Ryan," I was about to decline the call, but Logan took the phone from my hand and answered it. "Avery, where the hell did you go? " "She's with me. " ". What the fuck are you doing confessing to my girlfriend? " It was the first time I'd ever heard Ryan this angry. I was always the one apologizing to him, trying to make him happy. Nothing ever seemed to affect him emotionally. Wow, Avery. So this is it? You already moved on to the next guy? I snatched the phone from Logan's hand. Yeah, I like Logan. He's a hundred times better than you. Then I hung up immediately because if I said one more word, I was going to cry. After taking a moment to calm down, I suddenly remembered Logan was still standing there. Guiltily, I turned to look at him. You like me really?