Ashton Varnat
We rounded the corner out of the sports center. The guys and I bantered as usual. It was just another day after training. All of us holding our sports bags, freshly showered, and heading home. The day was over, thank God, and it was time to eat like a famished man during the Great Depression.
The guys were making fun of me. I always swore I would never fall for another girl. I was too traumatized by what happened to Jules, and how the whole thing broke in a very loud downfall. After that one, I closed off the possibility of loving again. I concentrated on playing football, on becoming a star, and on reaping the benefits of being a very popular golden boy on campus. Girls who wanted attention and a simple no-strings-attached night of pure carnal entertainment were always a
