Had to much red bull and felt like being random

The new girl. I know what you're thinking: this must be one of those stories where the new girl falls in love with the quarterback and they live happily ever after. You've heard that story about a million times; this is not one of those stories. In this story, the new girl, Elizabeth Turner, has a secret. On the outside, she may appear to be the pretty blonde girl, but on the inside, she's hiding something. In Liz's former life, she was a tomboy. Growing up, her dream was to be a player in the NBA. She lived and breathed basketball. When she came to a suburb of New York for her senior year of high school, she made the decision to keep her love of basketball a secret. No one knows she plays. No one knows her past. Why does Liz shield a part of her life from her new friends? What's keeping her back from exposing the truth? Well, to some, she's just the girl who wore Jordans. *IF YOU LIKE TGWWJ AND WANT TO READ MORE OF LIZ/DYLAN/ERIC'S STORY (ONCE YOU'RE DONE WITH TBWWBS), GO READ MY NEW STORY "THE CLUB"*

My eyes roam over her face while I wait for my brain to finally click back into gear. But I just can't stand here like a total dumbass, I have to say something. Maybe if I can figure out who she is, I can get us back on even footing. "Let me save you the trouble, Parker Montgomery, because I can see the little hamster wheel spinning in your head. You don't know me. And frankly, because of your rather man whore-ish reputation, I'm totally okay with that. You're like a walking advertisement for STD's." I'm pretty sure my chin just hit the cement. Holy crap. Did this girl seriously just say that to me? I have to admit that I'm sort of blown away. Man whore? I'm not a man whore. I mean, sure I've been with a number of girls, but does that necessarily make me a man whore? All I can do is stare at her feeling totally... damn it! I can't even adequately explain how I'm feeling right now. The only thing I seem capable of doing is hoisting my cup to my lips and taking a giant gulp of beer. I have to admit that this has not exactly been one of my finest Parker moments. Not by a long shot. But like I said, this girl has somehow thrown me completely off my game. I'm hoping the beer will help me get my mojo back. Liquid courage or something like that. I don't even know anymore. Just as I open my mouth to fire some cutting retort back at her she beats me to the punch. "Listen, this little meet and greet has been awesome, but I've got to take off." What? Does she really think that I'm just going to let her walk away from me? Oh. Hell. No.

Naomi Andrews was an ordinary girl until her mom died. Then she had to accept the fact that her dad is a drug dealer and that her world is changing. Her mom died and her brother isn't living with her anymore. She has to fend for herself. She might even fall for one of her dads boys is she ready for it all? Hell nah. Is she gonna deal with all the bullshit. Hell yeah. An over protective dad. A complicated ex girlfriend and a boy who she wants in her bed so bad. Hell yes. Love and Thugs.