The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Me: So shouty.

I must have laughed because Professor Hendrick coughed and gave me another pointed look. Whoops.

Me: Also, I’d like to note that I have the biggest dick out of all of you.

Matty: Since you weren’t there the day we measured, we can’t be sure of that. Jace: It’s true.

Jace: QB is a little testy today. Matty: Okay, Goldilocks. Jace: Goldilocks?

Matty: Oh, I thought we were just throwing out nicknames.

Jace: Geez, the pressure.

Me: JACE!

Jace: Condoments.

I snorted, eliciting another glare from the professor. But that one was actually funny. Which almost never happened with Jace’s jokes.

The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true—it couldn’t be true. Holy shit. It couldn’t be true…

I was a little miffed at the attitude she was giving right then. She had a goddess in her class. She should be behaving accordingly.

His lashes were thick and dark, no doubt the envy of every woman who swooned over him.

His responding smile was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. I wanted to bask in its warmth.

Parker’s eyes were locked on us, his jaw tightening as he watched. There was a dangerous glint there, almost like he didn’t like what he was seeing. The way his gaze burned through me made the air feel heavy, charged.

“Andrews,” Parker said stiffly, lifting his chin.

Gray shifted behind me, and then his other arm was wrapped around me as well. It felt like he was staking a claim or something.

bye” felt like the biggest lie I’d ever told.

“Casey, Parker Davis runs through girls like they’re nothing. He’s left thousands of miserable women around campus, with no one to pick up the pieces.”

“So are we doing this, Casey? Are you finally going to be my girl?”

There was definitely going to be fraternizing. More than she could ever imagine. And I, for one, couldn’t wait for the fraternizing to begin.

First steps to becoming a stalker: figuring out everything I could about my girl.

Casey Larsen. It would sound even better as Casey Davis. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Okay, crazy…

I got it then. Her eyes had been stunning, yes. And unique. But thinking about them now, I understood why else they had entranced me. Because there was a deepness inside them, a darkness…that only came from suffering loss.

Jace: Blink once if you were kidnapped.

Matty: How the fuck are you going to see a blink through a text?

Jace: ESP, obviously. I’d be able to sense it through the phone. Matty: …

had so much more stalking to do.

Alright…some fucker was definitely in my house. And it better not be Jace or Matty trying to scare me from next door because I wasn’t above punching either of them.

That was definitely Garrett, a senior running back on the team. We’d always given him a hard time about it because the tiger’s tail looked like a dick.

It finally hit me then…I was being fucking initiated.

“If this was an invite, you could’ve skipped the whole ‘bag over the head and tie me up’ thing. A simple ‘you’re invited’ would have done the trick,” I drawled, drawing a few

One of the guys was putting up quite a fight, jerking against the hands that held him, shouting curses that, even muffled, were unmistakably…creative.

“I’m going to kill you, ya back-alley hillbillies. I’ll fuck your mom and make you call me daddy! I am not going to be kidnapped by a bunch of wannabe Halloween decorations!”

I snorted. Jace. Only Jace… Did that mean one of...

The guys were all dropped to the ground, their bags ripped off, revealing Jace, Matty, and some oth...

Jace grinned scarily and pointed a finger at one of the masked figures that had been holding him. “I’m coming for you,” he mouthed, and the guy shrank back, hiding behind some of the other Sphinx members. Jace wink...

“Over the course of the next year, you will be tested. You’ll have to prove that you are worthy of standing in our midst, of bearing the mark of the Sphinx…failing any one of these tests would be the single greatest regret of your lives…”

“The three tests will happen to each of you at different times, and when you least expect it. Those who complete their tests go on to become full Sphinx members at the end of the year. Good luck, Gentlemen.”

Guys were moving through their routines, headphones in, heads bobbing to silent beats, some of them muttering last-minute mantras to themselves.

Matty groaned on the other side of me. “He’s doing his zone thing. Let him keep zoning.” “What does that even mean?” Jace asked as he pulled his hair back into a ponytail.

“Do me a favor, Chap, my man. Please don’t ever do that again,” Jace drawled. “I second that,” said Matty.

Chappie bent over, showcasing a large…and hairy butt crack, and everyone on my side groaned. “Ya like that, don’t you, Jacey? There’s more where that came from.” Jace looked a little sick, but the rest of us were laughing.

And I was quite confident that she would be in those family seats before the season was over.

“This is how I smile now,” I told them seriously. “You’ll just have to get used to it.”

Walker: Good luck, Parkie. I’m making the entire team watch the game, so don’t fuck up and embarrass me.

Me: Walker, can you control him?

Walker: I literally have no idea what move you’re talking about either. Cole: This doesn’t surprise me at all, Walkie-Poo. You’ve always been the slow one in the family.

Jace once again came over to read my texts over my shoulder—because he was annoying like that.

Walker: Did she just faint? Cole: Smug Sunglasses Emoji