I’ve never had an issue with scoring— Touchdowns and women alike. Except with her. We had our chance but life was too small for me back then. I needed more. So I left. But now I’m back for Homecoming and our reunion. I thought I could get in and get out. Joke’s on me. My hometown crush is more than my kryptonite. She’s also off limits and my best friend’s little sister. That should be enough for me to keep my hands to myself. But some rules are meant to be broken. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. We aren’t who we used to be. It’s time to take what I want and make her pick me this time. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston