Whiplash: A Sports Romance Read Online Free

victory sip from her coffee before sliding it back into place between her thighs.
    “You make friends very quickly,” I note.
    “And you break hearts just as fast.”
    I flex my jaw. I crashed and burned before I even sat down. Might as well throw a Hail Mary. I lean closer and soften my voice. “Okay, I’ve broken a few hearts here and there but with those eyes, I’m willing to guess you have, too.”
    “Oh, my god,” she laughs, twisting towards me. “You did not just try that.”
    “Yes, I did,” I nod, owning it.
    “Does that line ever work?”
    “I’ll let you know.”
    She leans over to grab her bag and tosses her books inside. “Thanks for the coffee.”
    I watch her stand up, not even hiding the fact that I’m staring at her ass. “We should do it again sometime.”
    “Nah,” she says, spinning around and looking down at me.
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’m not interested.”
    “You’re stone cold now , Eliza Pierce.” I raise a brow. “But later, you’re going to think of this moment, and you’re going to blush. ”
    She pulls a pair of black sunglasses from her bag and slides them onto her nose. “I doubt it.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Bye, Junior.”
    “Bye, Ellie.”
    She twitches at the nickname but doesn’t stop her long stride across the grass towards Talon Hall. Her hips give an unnatural sway, almost as if she’s making the view worth my while but I might just be seeing things.
    She tosses her coffee cup into the trash can outside and gives the front doors a hard yank, not even offering me a glance back as she disappears inside.
    Shit. I’m officially late for geometry.
    It was worth it.

 
    Chapter 4
    Eliza
     
    I take one step into Talon Hall and Grant juts out in front of me.
    “What’d he say?”
    I gasp. “Jeez, Grant — you’re like a damn pop-up book.”
    “Junior Morgan just bought you coffee and sat down beside you for ninety-seven seconds.”
    “You counted ?”
    “Yup,” he nods. “What’d he say? Tell me now.”
    I roll my eyes and move around him to head towards the classrooms. “I think you can probably guess.”
    Grant follows so closely our elbows bump together with each step. “Did he ask you out?”
    “I slammed on the brakes before he got the chance.”
    “What?” His face contorts like I just smacked him. “Why would you do that?”
    I pause, furrowing my brow. “You’re the one who said he was a player…”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he chuckles. “It’s Junior Morgan , Eliza. He plays to win — if you know what I mean.”
    “I don’t think I do…”
    He sighs. “Junior doesn’t take no for an answer. Once a girl is in his sights, he doesn’t stop until she’s screaming yes and, trust me, you want to be that girl. ”
    I laugh. “Sounds too good to be true.”
    He points over my shoulder. “Go back out there and tell him you’ll go out with him.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    I continue moving across the lobby. “Because, even if I wanted to go out with him, I can’t. He’s on the football team. My dad would flip his shit if he found out.”
    Grant deflates, his vicarious dreams dashed upon the rocks. “I forgot about that. You’re supposed to be playing daddy’s perfect, little princess…”
    “Yeah,” I remind him. “Sorry, Grant. I won’t be screaming yes for Junior Morgan anytime soon.”
    “But you want to, right ?” he teases, nudging my ribs.
    I blush. I fucking blush. Just like Junior said I would. “No.”
    “Liar.”
    “I’m sure there are worse ways to spend an evening,” I admit. “But it doesn’t really matter anyway.”
    “Find a monologue for the fall semester showcase yet?” he asks me, shrugging as he changes the subject.
    I reach into my messenger bag for his book. “Not quite. Need your book back?”
    “Keep it. I have like three copies of that thing.”
    “Thanks for helping me out, Grant,” I say, letting the book settle in the bottom of my bag. “Mr. Young kind