Fallen Fourth Down (Fallen Crest High, #4)

by Tijan

players were coming up the side hill, heading our way. They were dressed in shirts, shorts, and their shoulder pads, but a few had black streaks on their face, giving them an intimidating air. Logan said, “Okay. That’s far enough. Stop, drop your pads, because it’s hammer time.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Logan has a girlfriend?” “Good god,” I muttered. “What’s she like?” Helen left the door and moved towards me. Her hand went back to holding onto her precious pearls. I shrugged. “Peppy. Little. A cute, pixy-like girl.” She paled. The corners of her lips curved down. “She sounds dreadful.