They had no clue he was there.

Freshman football game. One of Carissa’s stupid, bitch, up-her-own-ass girlfriends had a brother who played.

But they weren’t there to watch the brother play. They were there to say mean crap about the freshman cheerleaders.

All but Carissa. She didn’t talk much. She smiled a lot. She cheered and kicked and flipped around better than any of the others. But she wasn’t a talker.

But now, her friends had stopped saying bitchy things about the cheerleaders.

Now they were talking about him.

“I’m so gonna go there. Jenessa said he rocked her world,” Brittney spouted.

“I would go there just ’cause he’s hot,” Theresa declared. “God, he wears jeans better than any guy in school.”

“You guys are gross. He’s a total loser,” Marley stated. “He barely says anything. Just wanders around school, brooding. Doesn’t have any friends. He doesn’t even hang with the stoners or hoods. And he totally knows how hot he is and uses it to get into girls’ pants. It’s lame.”

“I’m not gonna date him, just get laid by him,” Brittney replied. “My dad would have a conniption if I brought someone like Carson Steele home. He’d get me, like… a chastity belt or something.”

Peels of giggles.

Carson tipped back his head and looked up through the bleachers.

The girls were all turned to each other, not paying a lick of attention to the game, but Carissa was leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes to the field, mouth shut.

She wasn’t even smiling. Definitely not giggling. And the graceful line of her jaw was kind of hard.

Fuck, but she was pretty.

“Jenessa said he,” Theresa’s voice lowered, but not by much, “went down on her. Like, put his mouth right between her legs and everything!”

“Totally gross,” Marley murmured.

“Hard… lee,” Brittney returned. “God, I’d pay him to go down on me.”

“He’d take your money, seeing as he could probably use it,” Marley told her. “Can the guy wear anything other than jeans and T-shirts?”

“I’ll give him money if he gives it and gives it good and then goes on his way,” Brittney shot back.

“I think I already weighed in on the jeans, but Marl, seriously, it would be a crime to put anything on that hot bod but one of his skintight tees. Lush.” The last word out of Theresa’s mouth was like a breath.

“You do know, he’s a person,” Carissa put in.

“What?” Theresa asked.

“Carson Steele. He’s a person,” Carissa announced.

“Yeah. A person of the male persuasion that Jenessa says has a really big dick,” Brittney replied on a giggle that was met with Theresa’s giggles.