qPROLOGUE DONOVAN
I jog along the sideline, warming up as the crowd comes streaming into the arena. Our scrimmage is about to start, and even though nothing’s at stake, I’m locked in. Word is a handful of NBA scouts are in town to watch the game, and beyond that? I just love to play—plain and simple. Got it from my dad, who got it from his. Basketball is in our blood. Call it a Wolinski thing.
“Don! Catch!”
Something solid smacks the back of my head. I turn in slow motion to find Lewis grinning like the absolute menace he is. I suck in a breath, fighting the urge to strangle him with my bare hands.
“Dude. Do you even know how throwing works?”
“Uh, hello?” He points at his chest. “You know what a GOAT looks like, right?”
I pick up the water bottle responsible for my very probable concussion, twist the cap off, and take a long drink as I scan the bleachers. My eyes land on Lois and Lane.
“Look at those two.” I point with my chin.
They’re practically glued together.
My roommate shakes his head. “Absolute disgrace, dude.”
“Check out Kirky,” I snicker.
Our teammate is trying hard—and failing—not to stare, his eyes locked on his ex. I don’t even feel sorry for the guy. He wanted to play the single game in college, and he got exactly what he asked for. He made his bed, and now he’s stuck sleeping in it—solo.
Plus, I’m happy for Lane. He finally found the match for his big, twisted heart—someone who helps him get his shit together. Took him long enough to admit it, too. And, okay, there’s no denying Lois is kind of unhinged. Lucky for her, so is Lane, so it evens out.
The boys and I have spent the whole year watching them orbit each other—off, on, off again, and now—finally!—the two idiots are official. They’re amazingly, boringly in love. Though in typical Lois Lane fashion, things aren’t that smooth. Lane managed to win Heartbreak back, but Lois has been driving him crazy. Case in point? They got back together four months ago, but she says she’s staying in Becca’s room until the end of the semester. Apparently, she needs to “set boundaries” and “lean into her independence” or some crap like that. If you ask me, she just gets a kick out of seeing Lane pissed. Girls are complicated like that. Thank God break is coming up—I can’t wait for them to move in together. Maybe then Lane will quit his bitching.