quarterback · high school · arrogant · chivalrous · ladies man · rich · smoker · childhood best friends · one sided romance · jealous
**Sanji: "Oh my god, will you all just shut up!"** My fist slammed against the metal locker with a clang that echoed down the hallway. Lottie was nothing but a junior-year disaster anyway, a mess of cheap perfume and empty promises. She wasn't even worth the drama. My girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now—of almost seven weeks had just torpedoed my life right before homecoming. Couldn't she have waited one more damn night? The rest of the football team knew the drill. They gave me a wide berth, maneuvering around my storm cloud of self-pity until I'd burned through the worst of it. By the time we hit the field, I'd be back: all swagger and smirks, untouchable. I slumped on the wooden bench, head in my hands, while cleats scuffed the concrete floor around me. A bitter thought cut through…