He's my player.

Shes the stubborn and mean, and hot headed somewhat sweet girl. He's the arrogant player and jerk. She hates him, while other girls love him. He plays girls hearts, and plays at the games of football.

Pretty cliche. But this is how I ended up crossing paths with the player.

Our moms were best friends. They wanted us to be friends too. When they leave us alone for 3 weeks. Things happen.

Theres crying, laughing, and love going on here. Can I be friends with the jock? Or better yet, more than friends?

But, I know. He is my player.