PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance Read Free Page A

eat my fucking curves for breakfast. ‘Cause there’s about to be a new girl in town and Momma’s got a brand new attitude: Fabulousness.

RAMON
     
     
    “Dude, what’s with the attitude?” Brent asked as I finished my last chin up. I had been a prick all day, moody and shit, but for good reason.
    “I fucking just failed my test again. If I don’t pass this test and keep my grades up, USC won’t take me and I won’t get my scholarship.”
    “Just get some tutoring. It will be alright.” He reassured me with certainty; he knew I was meant for this.
    “Why does school have to be so fucking hard?”
    “It’s really not. You just don’t pay attention.”
    “Dude, I do!”
    I bit my lip to quell frustration. I blamed my ADD and my learning disability on my hippy, pot-smoking parents. They lived in a time where Google didn’t alert mothers-to-be against smoking weed. But come on, everyone knows not to smoke weed when you’re pregnant! Everyone but my mother.
    Why does anyone need to know stupid math skills when they can just hire someone to do their taxes and bookkeeping? I groaned at the stupidity, but I knew I needed to kick ass. I had to get out of this town.
    “Dude, look who it is. It’s Cat Johnson over there. She’s signing in.”
    “Huh…?”
    I studied her from afar. Her long locks were pulled into a high ponytail, giving her high cheekbones the shine they deserved. I always thought she had such a beautiful face.
    “Even fat girls want a piece of you.”
    He slapped my chest. I cringed hearing him make that comment. I was hard on the outside, but sensitive to making fun of others from my own learning disabilities on the inside.
    “Oh, this is going to be a good day,” he snickered.
    Uh oh, I didn’t like the tone of Brent’s voice not at all. I smelled trouble.
    Bad. Very bad.
     
    The Next Morning
    “Hi.”
    “Oh. You. Just leave me alone, okay? I don’t need y’alls help.” She slammed her locker shut and brushed her shoulder against mine, her expression saying “Watch it” with just a glance. Every ounce of her attitude let me know she wasn’t in the mood.
    “Look, it wasn’t me.” I reached for her smooth wrist. “Brent is stupid, okay? He’s not all there. His elevator doesn’t go all the way up to the tenth floor. I didn’t laugh at you, I promise. Look, can I just make it up to you? I feel bad about it all.”
    Her exotic, cat-like green eyes filled with tears, making me feel even crappier. “I just…I don’t think I can go back there. I feel like everyone’s laughing at me.”
    She had warmed up on the treadmill and fallen off. Brent said something stupid, and in seconds he had the whole gym staring at her so hard she sprinted out of the gym. I felt so bad for her.
    “Hey, hey, look at me.” I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and she gasped. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked up at me with, like she couldn’t believe I touched her in public.
    “You’ve gotta focus on what you want and ignore the haters. That’s the only way to get where you want to get in life.” That’s what I did.
    “Is that what you do?”
    “That’s exactly what I do.”
    People passed us in the hallway with curious eyes. Aside from this, she and I had never been seen talking in public. Hell, I’d only actually met her a few weeks ago in person when we took yearbook photos for class favorites.
    “Look, don’t give up after the first day.”
    “I just can’t train there, Ramon.”
    I loved the way her sweet voice said my name. I had to turn my head away from her plump lips. They were covered in that shimmery pink lip-gloss she always wore. God, besides tasting like strawberries, I bet they gave great head.
    I felt bad for her. I could tell she really wanted this but felt embarrassed.
    I knew that feeling.
    “Look, I normally don’t do this. I’ve never done this actually. But I can train you at our property,” I offered.
    “Your property?” She cocked an eyebrow at my