Football Girl

Football Girl

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I'm Beatrice Dawson but everyone calls me Bea and I'm in the 11th grade, and I play football, I'm the safety, kicker and the quarterback and every girl in school is either jealous of me or despises me. But I never let that get in my way I just give them more reasons to despise me or be jealous of me. Then everything changes, I fall in love with the one guy I would never thought I would fall in love with.
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Hi, I'm Eliza. Looking back I probably should have left him alone. We went to school together all our lives, but I doubt he knew who I was. First red flag. Of course I knew him. The entire school knew him. Second red flag. He was hiding something. Something scary, something that could break us before we began. Strike three. He should be out, then he kissed me and I still swoon thinking about it. Then he fucked my sister. Strike a million! My smart mouth best friend Beatrice is as much my therapist as I am hers. Trauma buddies! She never lets me live down what happened between us but she was my biggest supporter. But let's skip ahead to I ended the bad boy's reign. But believe me, I wanted to kill him many times-I still do- at some points I even hated him. I'm not gonna lie he probably hated me too. As many times as I kicked him in the balls I probably messed up my chances of having children. Well... no I didn't. Not to mention all the pots I threw at him. That's a concussion right there. God, is my relationship that crazy? Elijah says it means make up sex will be great. I can't say he's wrong, but won't admit he's right. In all honesty, I'm the only one that was there for him and he's all I want. I ended his reign on bitches and hoes, captured his heart, and I'm never letting go.

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