Will he make another foul or will he be hers to take? Tall, dark, handsome Marcus Johnson is not the man for me, although the universe definitely disagrees. For four years now, he has appeared and just as quickly disappeared from my life. I've had enough. I know exactly where my life is going and I don’t need some wishy-washy man slowing me down. Even if he has the most knee-weakening deep brown eyes and a voice that sends shivers down my spine. Oh and did I mention he’s going to be a doctor? I was raised to be a good man. Respect my elders, respect women, work hard, study even harder. It’s how I’ve lived my life so far. Up until the fateful basketball game when she bounced on to the court with her short skirt and pom poms. Suddenly all I can think about is being bad, very bad. Because when it comes to the cheerleader of my fantasies, Dia Price, I’m a complete disaster. I can’t seem to stop messing everything up when I’m with her. I just hope I can fix it before it’s too late.