Well, Duh (Soccer)

Things you would want to know about me:

-I’m a cheerleader. I don’t know why, but I am.

-I’m a dumb blonde- this is how everyone sees me.

-I’m actually pretty smart. This contradicts my other statement. Why do I pretend? Well that’s because-

-I’m completely and utterly in love with Luke Fuller. Have you see his eyes? God, I just about melt. But he hates my guts, and THAT’S because-

-I almost killed Luke Fuller by just about running him over with my car while on a desperate chase for a local moose with my grandma’s scarf wrapper around its antlers.

-I hate moose. At least that specific one.

So how do I get Luke to completely fall for my nonexistent charms? Well, I could either play dumb and twirl my hair around my fingers, or I could miraculously transform into the girl version of Pele and be a soccer superstar in the span of one month.

And to do that, I’ll need the help of my best friend’s part-time badass, part-time complete sweetheart, part-time amazing soccer player, hot boyfriend.

But, of course, I shouldn’t think Easy Fuller is hot. Because he’s taken. By my best friend. And I’m in love with Luke. His brother.

Right?