- F I U F A M I L Y S E R I E S N E X T G E N - book one - can be read as stand alone.
Being the heir to FIU royalty isn't easy, don't believe me? Ask Micah Simmons yourself, son of the beloved quarterback and the treasured head cheerleader, turned...
;you're magic, baby, don't let others convince you it's not real
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A notification alert lights up my screen, sounding off in the middle of our video review. Coach glares my way and gives me a pointed look. I quickly snatch my phone from the arm of the theatre style chair, and silence it, but not before checking it to see it was off Instagram telling me Freya posted a new photo.
I'm dying to check it, an urge like never before when it came to social media, or a girl for that matter.
After leaving her apartment this morning, I couldn't stop smiling the entire drive back to the stadium. The cute pink face mask, the white robe that showed me her silky smooth, tanned legs, her curls a wild mess tied back in a bun - all natural and equally beautiful.
Donovan thought the sight of me wearing a shit eating grin was hilarious as much as it was sweet. Asshole. But Jesse, he was very... I don't know, on the defensive? Constantly asking me questions. Almost as if he was trying to catch me out in a lie, wondering why I took her home instead of back to mine, like a normal boyfriend would, and truth is, he has a point. I mean I don't sleep with drunk off their ass girls, but if I was to be in a relationship why wouldn't I take my girl back to my place to sleep it off?
I didn't even think about that when it came to making a deal with Freya. Would she even be up for it? So far she's given me nothing but nervous and shy energy when she's around me, that is when she's not laying into me about dumb shit I say, or never failing to put me in my place when I need it most.
"Girl already getting you into shit, Simmons?" KQ whispers, jokingly.
I bump my elbow into his, knocking it off the rest. Jack off just laughs.
"Nah, she's gonna be the girl to keep him out of it." Don murmurs, staring ahead at the tape playing. "Ain't that right, Simmons?"
"For sure."
Coach catches us having a whispered conversation and chucks a foam football at Don. "Quit it, jackasses."
The rest of the session I can't stop wondering what Freya posted. Was it to do with me? Was it just a girl group photo, or of her looking all cute and sweet? If any guys like it I might just go all caveman on her ass and lock her up in my room.
Joking.
Kinda.
As I step out of the dark room and into the bright as fuck hallway, Jesse and Don fall in line beside me as I whip my phone out and open the app.
She's tagged me.
It's a picture of her legs, the socks on her feet, the rest of the contents spread out around her foot - she's captioned it 'when you're boyfriend is the sweetest soul ♥ M.Simmons12 '
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