C.W. Farnsworth

I’m locked in a world where only she and I exist—my favorite place to be.

Just…give me a chance to prove it to you, Denny. Don’t date the guy. Unless you want to, unless you’re into him. But don’t tell me that right now, if you are, okay? Because I’m about to get on a bus with twenty other guys who look up to me, and I really don’t want to cry in front of them.”

“Red and yellow should only be combined on a hot dog.”

“Saylor can’t help it. It’s her default setting,”

“It’s not that big of a deal. I knew I would get in.”

“But I purposefully chose the photo of him on the field, not the shirtless one from the ‘Sexiest Athletes’ cover.”

“That is not my fault. She was interested in Trey, and I made it happen. Anything that happened after is not on me.”

It’s the poster on Emma’s bedroom wall come to life.

Adler Beck.

Referred to only by his surname by his many, many adoring fans. The most famous soccer—fine, football—star in the world. Germany’s chosen Kaiser. Led seasoned veterans to a nail-biting victory in the World Championship his first year of eligibility, making him a household name at sixteen. Now just twenty-two, he’s already one of the most decorated players of all time. The offspring of two highly respected German players, his pedigree and raw talent would have opened any door even if he wasn’t also insanely attractive. He’s blessed in that department as well.

The feeling is exacerbated when I watch Adler Beck give me a cursory glance and then walk the couple of remaining feet to where a black and white ball sits, waiting.