The next game, I sat on Marcus’s side of the bleachers. I wore his number. The crowd noticed. The whispers were sharp as broken glass. Traitor. Groupie. She downgraded.
After a literal "collision" (he hits her car with his motorcycle!), the two are forced into each other's orbits. What starts as an enemies-to-lovers clash evolves as they both face mounting pressures: Sidelined- The QB and Me
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“You okay?” he asked. Not “Did you see my game?” Not “Tell Dylan I said sorry.”