- 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...
;forgiveness doesn't make you weak, it makes you one of the strong ones
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The best way to get your pent up frustrations out, in my opinion, is on the fucking field.
All my anger towards Jesse, the fact I'm pissed off at myself, and the sadness of not winning Freya back, it's all coming out in this game, and with third period about to start, I'm still buzzing with adrenaline.
We're a head, by a lot, and I'm not worried. My team are running like a well oiled machine , and I'm thankful for the distraction.
KQ and I catch eyes when he gives me a curt nod, and shoots his two fingers forward discreetly as I shove my helmet down.
Getting into position with my hands ready, I bend, twisting my head to crack my neck when I see a flash of silky brunette hair. Giving myself a mental slap, I blink, and again but she's not disappearing.
Freya.
There she is, on her feet in the stands, already staring at me with a worried like expression, surrounded by the girls who are all smiles, cheering with the rest of the fans.
She's actually here. What does this mean? Is she here for me? Does she wanna talk, has she changed her answer?
All these questions run a mile a minute through my mind, so much so I don't even hear the whistle blow or acknowledge that my body movements are on auto pilot as I begin to dart backwards, my arm in the air ready to throw the ball.
Before it leaves my hand, a pain rockets through me and I'm winded, the air literally sucked from my lungs before I'm slammed to the ground with force like no other than a sweaty two hundred and something pound football player landing on top of you.
Her long curls controlled into tame, bouncy ones sit behind her shoulders as she wraps herself up in her own damn arms knowing full well they should be mine.
Mine.
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