The Hot Jock Is A Keeper

Prologue:

I wasn't a nerd nor was I the queen of the school, I guess I was an average girl. I talked to the nice "popular" girls, as for the how do I put this, oh right, bitches, I think I said maybe ten words.

And then there was him. He wasn't the star quarter back or anything but, he did know how to make an impression on basically every teenager girl. He didn't make that much of an impression on me. He was hot and that was about it. He just seemed to be like every other stupid jock and like we didn't have any of those in a public high-school or anything...

"You know he isn't like other jocks," was all I heard. "I'll believe it when I see it."