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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Other Books by SM Soto

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Scoring the Quarterback

  S.M. Soto

  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, places, or events is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Scoring the Quarterback

  Copyright © 2018 SM Soto

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: (ebook): 978-1-945910-55-5

  Inkspell Publishing

  5764 Woodbine Ave.

  Pinckney, MI 48169

  Edited By Vicky Burkholder

  Cover art By Najla Qamber

  Photography By Lindee Robinson

  Model: Nick Roberts

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  DEDICATION

  To anyone that’s ever been told it was impossible. To those who have ever been told you can’t do it.

  This is for you.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Natalia

  “I can’t believe we’re actually wasting our Friday night picking up this demon.” My best friend Sam groans from the passenger seat. My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I blow out a deep breath.

  “I know. Believe me, this is the last thing I want to be doing tonight, but if I don’t give her a ride from this party, I’ll never hear the end of it from her or my dad, so we’re ending this before it starts.”

  Sam grumbles something unintelligible under her breath and I roll my eyes at her.

  I’m supposed to be home studying for a psych exam on Monday, while my best friend Sam is missing her date in order to ride with me. Granted, I said I could manage to pick up the anti-Christ on my own, but she refused, being my best friend and all. My half-sister, better known as the anti-Christ, AKA Gina, called me in the middle of my study session, demanding I pick her up from the party she’s currently at. Music blared through the speakers and I had to scream over the line just to be heard by her. It’s still a mystery to me how my sister gets invited to these parties, because she doesn’t even go to college. Even without being enrolled at San Diego State, she’s still known by more people on campus than I will ever be—which is totally fine by me. I’m there for one thing, and one thing only—my education. Everything else can just take a back seat.

  Screw the whole college experience.

  Thumping music and loud voices blare outside my car as we get closer to the frat house that’s throwing the party. I’m still a few blocks away, but I know if I drive any closer, there will be no parking up ahead. I pull out my phone and tap out a message to Georgina, letting her know I’m here. I glance at Sam who’s texting furiously on her phone.

  “Might want to slow down before you break the screen, Sam,” I admonish.

  “Shut up, Natalia. This is all your fault you know,” she says, turning to me with narrowed eyes. “I’d be getting laid right now if it wasn’t for you. You know that, right? You know how angry I get when I go without a good dicking—it’s been two fucking days!”

  I sputter a laugh and receive a death glare from Sam. “I’m sorry, but no one told you to come, Samantha. You could’ve stayed home, taken your own car to get the ‘D’,” I chide.

  “You’re right, but I wasn’t about to let the devil walk all over you when you came to get her, so technically I should be getting a thank you.”

  “Thanks,” I reply sarcastically, unlocking my phone. There are no new notifications for text messages or calls.

  Damn my sister.

  She probably won’t bother to check her phone again, which means I’ll physically have to get out of the car, walk into a frat party, and let her know I’m here.

  I shiver just at the thought.

  Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I concoct a plan. “Okay, new plan, how do I look?” I ask Sam with a raised brow. She eyeballs me up and down, then shrugs.

  “Like you just came from the library, same as usual. Why?”

  I don’t have time to chew her out for saying I look like a librarian. Instead, I unbuckle my seatbelt and throw the car in park.

  “I’m gonna have to go down and get her. She won’t hear any of my calls with that loud music.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” Sam damn-near yells. “Fuck the bitch. It’s not your job to babysit her, Natalia. You’re twenty-two years old for fucks sake, so that has to make her almost thirty!”

  I groan and rest my head on the seat. “She’s my sister Sam. And she is not thirty. She’s only two-and-a-half years older than me.”

  “Half. She’s only your half-sister. Let us not forget the devil was once an angel too.”

  Huh? I knit my brows together. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  She shrugs. “I’m not even entirely sure. I was just trying to make a correlation between her and the devil. Sounded better in my head though, obviously.”

  I shake my head and chortle at her stupidity.

  Damn, I love her.

  “But seriously, she’s the anti-Christ, let’s not forget that major factor,” she states as she tries to talk me out of doing this, all while I’m trying to talk myself into it. I don’t want to be anywhere near that damn party, but what other choice do I have?

  None.

  I never have a choice when it comes to my sister. For as long as I can remember, it’s always been about Gina. I think over the years, growing up, my father tried to overcompensate for cheating on Gina’s mother, then having a child with someone else. He’s always done everything to placate them. It sort of makes me feel like I’m in a freaking Cinderella story or something. But that’s just something I’ve learned to live with. I close my eyes and give myself a mental pep talk.

  You can do this. Just in and out. Who cares that you’re wearing yoga pants and a tank top. Just do it.

  “Wish me luck,” I say as I push the door open and hop out of the car. With my phone gripped tightly in my hand, I walk up the street, unsure of where exactly I’m supposed to b
e going. Red plastic cups litter the sidewalk, letting me know I must be close. The deafening roar of rap music and wild college party goers only gets louder the closer I get. Light streams through the wide open front door of the house a few yards away from me. Drunken college kids fill the space inside and I force my legs to keep moving.

  Here goes nothing.

  I trudge across the lawn in my flip flops and hear a few drunken snickers from girls dressed to the nines in skimpy outfits and heels. I look down at my outfit and shrug, continuing toward the front door. I squeeze my way inside between the crowded bodies, unable to see beyond all the dry humping before me. “White Sand” by Migos blares throughout the house and I’m half tempted to cover my ears.

  Just go in and come right back out. In and out.

  I recoil when hands slide around my hips.

  “Oh, no you don’t!” I shout whirling around slapping the hands wrapped around me. Some guy, drunk off his ass, lifts his hands off my hips and moves onto his next victim seemingly unbothered by my outburst.

  Jesus.

  I sigh irritably, pushing my way through all the dancing college kids—who seem like they’re in their own world—in search of my sister. I somehow manage to wiggle my way into the living room where I spot her immediately.

  On. Her. Fucking. Phone.

  My eyes narrow as I push my way through the bodies aggressively to get to her. When I do, I’m out of breath and seeing red.

  “What the actual fuck, Georgina!” I shout in anger. Her eyes snap up from her phone to my enraged ones. She proceeds to roll her eyes at me in a dramatic fashion.

  “What’s the problem now, Natalia?”

  My mouth hangs open and I gape at her. Is she kidding? She must be, right? I clench my teeth, mustering up enough strength to proceed.

  “Georgina.” I say her name as calmly as I can. “You asked me to give you a ride, and I drove all the way from my place to get you.”

  She stares back at me, waiting for me to go on, which only serves to thin my patience.

  “I let you know I was here almost twenty minutes ago. What the hell?” I shout, way past the point of trying to be calm with her. She narrows her own eyes.

  “I didn’t say to get me right away Natalia, all I did was ask for a ride, but I meant later. See, if you were paying attention you would’ve noticed that major little detail,” she scolds, and I have to fight the urge to punch something or someone in the face.

  “So, what then?” I ask angrily. “I’m just supposed to wait until you’re ready to leave?”

  “No, it’s okay I found a ride, actually,” she says flippantly, with a shrug like it’s no big deal. My hands curl into fists at my sides, and I’m sure my face looks the same shade as a tomato. “You should stay and enjoy the party though. My ride can give us all a lift if you’d like?” she asks with a sweet smile. I try to smile back, but I’m sure it looks forced and probably really ugly. Taking a deep breath, I whirl away with my phone already in hand, dialing Sam.

  “What happened?” she asks on the first ring. I sigh and plug my ear with my finger to hear better.

  “Just go home and go on your dick date. It’s a long story but I’m staying.” I sigh. “Sorry I ruined your night.”

  “You’re not serious, are you?” Sam screeches, blowing out my eardrum.

  “She’s drunk, and her friends are all stupid idiots.”

  “Fitting. Stupid idiots, just like her,” Sam snarks.

  “What if she gets a ride home from a drunk person? My dad will probably kill me. I’ll just stay for a while, then call us an Uber. No big deal. Take my car on your date—no sex on the seats, Samantha! I’m serious.”

  “I think that’s a stupid fucking reason for helping out the devil, but whatever. Just call if you need me. And no car sex, got it.”

  On a sigh, I hang up and place the tip of my phone to my forehead and bang it there, repeatedly. I’m at a stupid frat party, on sorority row, on a Friday night when I should be home studying. Fucking great.

  This is going to be the worst night of my life. I can already feel it.

  I walk back to the spot my sister and her friends were just habituating no more than a few minutes ago and come up short. I dart my eyes around the packed room but don’t see them.

  Motherfucker.

  Sighing deeply, I force my way through the bodies again until I end up in a kitchen. Liquor bottles and kegs line the counter surfaces, while puddles of what I hope is beer are all over the floor. The kitchen isn’t as packed as every other square inch of this house, so I use this little moment as a reprieve from the chaos. Leaning against the counter, I close my eyes and take deep breaths to center myself.

  She’s your sister so you can’t kill her, I repeat to myself over and over.

  “Hey, I know you!” A boisterous voice shouts and my eyes fly open. A blond guy who’s the size of a bear is pointing at me like he knows me.

  What the hell?

  I search around me for anyone else he could be talking to, but nope, sure enough, he’s talking to me. He’s with a group of guys who are unrealistically huge, giving me the impression that they play a sport of some sort. It’s either that or these guys have all been taking steroids.

  “I had you in stats! I used to copy off you all the time when you weren’t looking, dude. Only way I could’ve passed that class.” He cackles with laughter, fist bumping his friends, and I narrow my eyes at him. I did take stats but I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered this loud idiot. I look at his friends to see if I recognize any of them. My eyes rake them up and down with no spark of recognition.

  My heart stutters in my chest when my eyes land on a pair of narrowed green eyes that are trained solely on me. I freeze. Every cell in my body thrums to life, becoming hyper aware of the guy before me. My breath rushes out of me and I’m momentarily lost in the swirling color of his eyes. I’d know this guy anywhere.

  Luke Caldwell.

  Gorgeous. Cocky. Star quarterback. MVP. The list goes on.

  He’s the talk of the campus. Everyone wants to be friends with him. Every guy wants to be him. And every girl on campus wants to know him. I also know he used to date my sister, which makes him off limits. Not that I even stood a chance with a guy like Luke Caldwell anyway. I don’t know many people at SDSU, but I’ve heard enough to know about Luke. You’d have to live under a rock not to know anything about him.

  He’s leaning casually against the wall, away from his group of friends, just staring at me. Unnamed and unfamiliar emotions flash across his face. I shift on my feet when it suddenly hits me. It all makes sense now—they’re football jocks. That definitely explains the bear-body build, and the boisterous laughter.

  I swallow thickly as I take him in. Even as he silently hangs back in the corner, I can feel the intensity surrounding him, it cackles in the very air of the kitchen, somehow making the oxygen I breathe heavy and thick. Luke Caldwell demands the attention of everyone in the room with a face chiseled to perfection and lean athletic build—he has to be at least six foot four. He has short copper hair that’s longer on the top than it is at the sides and the most formidable pair of eyes I have ever seen. Luke’s dressed in a simple black tee that hugs all his thick muscles, and a pair of jeans. He makes the simplest of clothes look like something out of a designer campaign. He takes a sip from his red plastic cup, never once taking his dark eyes off me. It’s unsettling.

  The jock’s voice penetrates my stare-off with Luke as the idiot keeps shouting in his drunken rant. “You were so smart, it was fucking freaky, dude!” He laughs, and I shift my gaze to him. Narrowing my eyes at him, I place my hand under my chin and pretend like I’m thinking hard about something.

  “I remember you now!” I say pointing at him. He smiles back at his friends with a smug head nod. “You were that special needs guy from my stats class. I totally remember now.” I slap my hand to my forehead in a duh gesture. “How could I forget?”

  All his friends burst out laughi
ng while he turns his furious gaze to me.

  “Major fucking burn, Shaun.” One of his friend shouts. I don’t wait for his reaction. I quickly turn around, running smack into Georgina.

  “Jesus, Natalia!” she yells. “You almost made me spill my beer.”

  Her whiny voice grates on my nerves. I rub my aching shoulder that collided with her body in hopes it’ll keep me from shoving my fist down my sister’s throat. An apology would be nice, Gina.

  “Luke!” she squeals when she realizes who’s in the room behind me. I roll my eyes at her infuriating show of enthusiasm. Get a grip Georgina, he’s just a guy. A very hot, and desirable guy, but nonetheless, just a guy.

  Stop it! I berate myself internally for even having those thoughts.

  I turn around with a groan. Now that Gina’s spotted Luke, she’ll dig her claws into him, and we’ll probably be here for a while.

  Time to face the aftermath of my big mouth. Shaun, the guy I just insulted, is frowning at me and his friends are all still laughing. I at least have the decency to look apologetic for my insult.

  “Slutty G, how the hell do you know someone like her?” One of the guys asks incredulously, like he honestly can’t believe my sister would be friends with someone like me. Believe me buddy, we’re nowhere near friends.

  “Fuck off, J!” She spits venomously. I glance at Luke who’s now looking between me and Georgina with a subtle crease between his brows. His gaze falls back on mine and indifference clouds his features. He no longer looks intrigued by my presence—now he just looks down right disgusted by me.

  Ouch.

  He doesn’t acknowledge my sister, he just pushes off the wall and walks out of the room. I breathe a little sigh of relief. No Luke means I won’t have to wait around long for Gina. I turn around to face my sister, a frown mars her pretty pale features, and if I’m not mistaken, she looks a little hurt by Luke’s brush-off.

  “Are you ready to go yet?” I ask as patiently as I can. Georgina downs her cup of beer and burps loudly in my face, and I swear I almost throw up. She walks away laughing and stumbling. Well, I guess I have my answer to that question.