There was something about that first score, and not just on the football field. I loved all of life's firsts, which was why I’d been saving mine for one girl, my older sister’s best friend—Hazel Jones. She was tough and sarcastic with walls around her heart as tall as a football stadium, but I knew she was the one for me. Desperate times called for desperate measures and I’d have done anything to make her mine. Like create a fake online persona. Lie about my age. Pretend I wasn’t some naive virgin. And catfish the hell out of the love of my life.