Hate Me Offline — The Jersey Shove

Relax, nerd. It's a ritual. I'm waiting for my girlfriend's good luck kiss. Wow. She must be gorgeous if you're this distracted before a game. What, got a problem with that?

We haven't met yet, but I'd want her no matter what she looks like. She's the only one I want. He had an online girlfriend? My mind flashed back. My heart skipped.

gift. That ridiculous thought came rushing back. My brain said no. My gut wouldn't let it Adrian and Vesper. No, impossible. There was no way this arrogant star quarterback was the clingy little puppy begging me for kisses and getting jealous over everything. Maybe you've already met her in real life, you just didn't recognize each other. Impossible. If she stood

in front of me, I'd know. True love knows. He said with absolute confidence. Two minutes Before halftime, an interception killed us. Adrian, you blew the route! Quit calling scared!

He stood up and stormed off the field. Without a second thought, I ran after him. Adrian or Vesper, it didn't matter right now. I wasn't letting him ruin the second half.

Adrian! He whipped around, eyes red. Shut up! Mia, get lost.

Follow me again, and you're off the team. Watching that arrogant asshole walk off, my fear turned straight to anger. Screw him.

him. I grabbed his jersey and shoved him against the wall. Adrian froze. Before he could explode, I covered his mouth. Shut up. Look. They'll pressure the right again, the safety bites,