Football has been my life. Not that I ever had a choice in the matter. When your dad is a retired, future Hall-of-Fame quarterback, the gridiron tends to weave its way into your DNA.
I always loved the game, but I could do without the spotlight that comes with being Peyton Johnson, the great Reed Johnson's daughter. To make matters worse, when my dad retired from the NFL, he decided his second calling was to take over the head coaching gig at my high school, where he has coached my boyfriend for the last three years.
Correction-my ex-boyfriend.
While the fairytale high-school sweetheart story may have worked for my parents, I have other plans. And following a self-absorbed athlete to college is not part of them, no matter how hard my dad tries to push me and my ex together.
Thankfully, a new high school opens and draws a line through the center of our town, sending half of my dad's players to a new team. And apparently, their new quarterback is breaking all of my dad's old state records. It's the ultimate distraction, giving me the chance to land myself a spot on the cheer team at any college that isn't close to home.
But then I meet him. Wyatt Stone. The guy my dad considers our enemy. The best quarterback I've ever seen. A complete jerk who I can't quit thinking about. And running into. And rooting for.
Now, I'm the one who is distracted. And repeating my parents' love story doesn't sound so bad after all.