Mazzie
Given our situation, I’m not sure I’m the right person for the job.
Why? Didn’t you say something about being friends? Aren’t friends supposed to help each other? And Mr. Gantt says you’re perfect…
Mazzie
Lucas… you know what I mean.
Do I? Because I stand by what I said. You’re lying to yourself.
Mazzie
Lucas… can you be friends? Or will you insist on trying to change my mind about us?
My response to her last text had been: See you next week.
A sock landed on the floor in front of me.
I rounded my gaze on Ajax, one of our running backs, standing at his locker directly in front of me. “What the fuck? I don’t want your disgusting socks in my face.”
“Then pay attention,” Ajax said. “You’re a million miles away, staring at the phone for eons. Get motivated, man. This is the night we howl at the moon.”
The locker erupted in laughter.
“Lucas is in love,” Erik announced as though he were shouting it to the rooftops.
I bared my teeth at the six-foot meat lump of a tight end and threw Erik the finger. “Bite me.”
Ajax, dark hair shorn on the sides, whistled. “Since when? What happened to keeping relationships casual?”
Since I met the woman who somehow has my balls, heart, and soul in her grasp.
Now, I was flipping off Ajax.
Ajax huffed. “I would like to meet the gal who’s got you lovestruck.”
Vincent, aka Vin, our team kicker who had dark-red hair and blue eyes that drew a line of women to his door, strode from the shower area. “Did I hear that Lucas has a girl? Who is she?”
“Mazzie Meyers.” Of course Erik had to stoke the fire.
The locker room quieted down.
Ajax jaw dropped. “As in Maserati Meyers?”
“That’s a cool name,” Erik mumbled. “Bailey hadn’t told me that.”
I agreed with Erik about her name, but that wasn’t what had me breathing fire. I swore if he had dated her, I might have to give him a busted lip.
“You know her?” My brow lifted.
Ajax buttoned his red dress shirt embroidered with our red-and-gold team logo. “She’s in my biochemistry class. She’s on track to graduate next year Summa Cum Laude. Chick is smart as a fucking whip. Hot as fuck too. I asked her out many moons ago, and she shot me down. She’s a tough nut to crack.”
No doubt Maserati Meyers was as stubborn as a mule. “What do you mean?” I had to hear his two cents.
“She keeps to herself,” Ajax said. “Doesn’t answer personal questions. She’s cold as ice. Ask her about the weather, and she’ll tell you to look outside.”
Smirking at the cold as ice reference, I wouldn’t agree with him. She’d told me a couple of personal details about her mom.
