Cam
“You’re late.”
The coach’s words barely register with me. Football is the furthest thing from my mind right now. The music we just made together—even the shitty pop music that normally makes my ears bleed—was like gold. But it’s her original, Total Package, that really has my wheels turning.
She walks with a sway in her hips
Kisses with the puffiest of lips
And God, don’t get me started on those tits
This girl is the total package
Gives you space when you sleep at night
Far too cool to ever give you a fight
Can’t see the tears through her eyes so bright
This girl is the total package.
The lyrics are about her; that much is abundantly clear. Only… sexy? Is that really what Otto and Blue think of the song? Sure, there’s some degree of irrefutable sexiness to hearing a girl who
