The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently, he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population at Barnett. My guess is that he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year.

Yeah...I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type—a steroid infused meathead coasting through college on his football prowess.
Ugh.
I have three words for you—avoid, avoid, avoid.
Need I say more?
I don't think so.

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King of Campus

Unable to help myself, my gaze slides appreciatively over her body as she turns away from me.  A few seconds later, she's jogging over to the corner of the studio where her bag is lying against the wall.  She slips off her black ballet shoes before pulling on an oversized T-shirt and pair of leggings.  Sliding her feet into a pair of shoes, she then shoves the ballet slippers into her bag.


I seriously can't believe how hot this girl is.  And watching her dance, that only kicks it up a hundred notches.  Unfortunately, I have a semi-aroused situation going on in my jeans.  God forbid I actually stiffen all the way up while we're walking out of here.  It's doubtful that Ivy would be flattered by my lust.  She'd probably refuse the ride back to the apartment.


I try focusing on things that are in no way related to Ivy...or dancing...or long caramel colored hair...or skintight leotards.  


Chapter 16: Roan