Page 9 of Full Court Love
I’m an absolute moron of immeasurable proportions.
This isn’t the type of girl who wants a playboy, and that’s not what I am anymore. But I’ve never liked anyone enough to be anything else. I’ve always been Jordan Mitchell, the life of the party and the guy with every girl’s phone number. It felt like a part I could play to avoid anything real.
Because real means delving into my past.
Real means actually letting someone get to know me.
Real has always been just a little too… real.
But somehow, I know that Lucy only wants real.
And I definitely know that I want Lucy.
CHAPTER 5
LUCY
But actually, who does this Jordan guy think he is?MichaelJordan? He wishes. The arrogance to act like he let me win. And to do it while driving me crazy with his soft-looking lips and those dark eyes like pools I want to dive into headfirst.
Why are my thoughts suddenly making me feel like I’m in one of those raunchy romance novels my grandma buys at gas stations? It’s all Jordan’s fault. He’s under my skin big time. It’s been four days since the contest, and I haven’t let it go.
I’m muttering to myself like an insane person as I get back to my room after class.
“Little princess–yeah, little princess who kicked your ass…”
I slam the door and look up. My roommate, AJ, is sitting on the couch, staring at me with her eyebrows raised.
“Aw, did the little princess have a rough day?”
My face turns beet red–a combination of embarrassment and anger at that dumb nickname. I turn to the fridge and grab a protein shake before shutting the fridge with way too much force.
“No. My day was fine. But can I just say something? That new transfer is everything that’s wrong with men’s sports. He’s cocky and full of himself and not even that good–”
I cut myself off when I see the amused expression on AJ’s face.
“What? What’s so funny? I’ve been pissed off for multiple days.”
She laughs. “Oh, yes. Believe me, I’ve noticed. Lucy, come on. This is so obvious.”
“What is?”
“Are we in kindergarten? Can we not admit when we have a crush?”
I cough on the protein shake I’m drinking and end up spitting some onto the kitchen counter. I can barely sputter out my response.
“Excuse me? That’s asinine. You’ve been watching too many rom-coms. I hear you in there late at night hanging out with Sam Montgomery.”
“Great Cinderella reference, Princess.”
“Don’t call me Princess.”
I say it through clenched teeth, which only sets her into a fit of giggles. I sigh and can’t help but laugh with her. I’m fully aware that I’m being ridiculous. I’m a little concerned at how defensive I became at her accusation. I’m not someone who has crushes, something that AJ is fully aware of. She’s the same way. It’s one of the reasons we became friends.
AJ is a soccer player–a really good one. She’s a striker and goal-scorer extraordinaire. I don’t know a lot about soccer, but she’s the best player on a top-ten team in the nation. We met our freshman year in the library on a Friday night. Unsurprisingly, there aren’t a lot of people in the library on a Friday night. We’ve been besties ever since.
Throughout the course of that first year, we met our other two roommates. Kya is on the track and field team. One night, AJ and I were heading to the gas station to get snacks for amovie night and we saw Kya walking around the track alone listening to music. We invited her to join us, and after finally cracking her shy exterior, we discovered how much we all had in common–including our love of classic romance movies.
Our last roommate is Britt the Spit. It’s short for spitfire. A volleyball libero with the wild energy of a Chihuahua. Her passion is electric and obvious the second you meet her. We discovered her when she stood up at an all-athlete meeting and questioned the athletic director about the unequal accommodations for the female versus male athletes at the school. She is fearless.