I let out a sigh. "Yeah. That's her."
He laughs. "Shit, that really happened? I thought it was just a rumor."
"She wouldn't fucking move," I say, seeing that image in my head of her ass on my desk. It was even better up close. I didn't plan to touch her, but when she refused to get up I didn't have a choice. Okay, maybe I did, but my hands took over before I could stop them and suddenly I was lifting that beautiful ass off my desk.
"Does she have a boyfriend?" Danny asks.
"Don't know, don't care. Like I said, the girl's trouble. And stubborn as hell. You tell her no and she doesn't listen."
"Sounds like your type of girl," Danny says with a smirk. "Stubborn and doesn't listen? She's just like you."
"Shut up," I say, shoving his shoulder.
"Sanders and Langley!" Coach yells from across the field. "Did I say you two could have a water break?"
We slowly walk back to our positions on the field. None of the guys look like they want to be here. The sun's out and it's hotter than hell. Nobody's moving fast in this heat. I usually fight through it but today I can't stay focused. I keep thinking about that girl. The new girl. The one who sat on my desk. Who the hell does that? Who does she think she is?
"Sanders!" Coach yells.
I look around and see the rest of the team has already done the play. Shit.
"Wasn't ready," I tell him.
Coach shakes his head. "Do it again."
"What the fuck, man?" Josh says as he lines up next to me. "Get your shit together so we can leave. I'm dying here. It's too fucking hot."
It's obvious the heat's affecting me. I never lose focus like this, and in the rare times I do, it's never because of some girl.
We do the play over and over until Coach finally lets us go.
In the locker room my mind wanders again, back to that girl. What the hell? Why do I keep thinking about her?
"You see the new girl?" Josh says to Kendrick. They're getting dressed at the lockers directly behind me.
"What new girl?" Kendrick says.
"The tiny blond with the great ass." He glances back at me. "The one who was giving it to Sanders first period."
Kendrick's eyes shoot back to me. "She had sex with you? Already?"
"No, fuckhead," I say, turning back to my locker.
"Then what's he talking about? What'd she give you?"
I slam my locker door shut and turn to Kendrick. "She gave me shit because I wouldn't let her sit next to me."
"She didn't know the rule?"
"She's new," I mutter as I sit on the bench and yank on my shoes.
"I'm thinking of asking her out," Josh says. "Girl that hot isn't going to be single for long."
"Good luck," I mutter.
"What do you mean?" Josh asks.
I finish tying my shoes and stand up. "A girl like that isn't going out with you. She's rich. Entitled. I'm sure you—or any of us—wouldn't even meet her minimum standards."
