Meant for Me

Mishelle Jackson wasn't your typical 'nerd'. She was a smart mouthed, quick witted, glasses wearing Black girl that came in a curvy package. Her main problem though: she had a pension for helping those in need. When the star quarterback needs some study help, she jumps at the opportunity. No matter how irritating and unavailable he might be.

Excerpt:

My eyes spring open as I scramble out of Deshaun's embrace. This was definitely no angel. No, this was a doberman shepherd in a 18-year-olds body.

"You know my name is not Molly," I say. My hands on my hip as I rolled my neck at the boy.

"That doesn't sound like a thank you mamas," his deep voice lets out. The sound as smooth as his rich, coffee-colored skin (before the creamer.)

Mamas? That must work on the hoes around here.

Girl, you know you felt a tingle stop playing.

Like hell I did!

My stare hardens on the dread head in front of me, in the dimness of the library he seemed darker than usual, his tattoos melding into one as he takes a step towards me. I pretended my heart didn't race as he stepped into my space, his vanilla and mint scent enveloping my senses.

"You got a lot of sass on you," he says. "For a nerd."

(A/N: Time Skip in story, the characters are not in HS the entire plot)