And now he's here, with his smug face and penetrating eyes, demanding my help. Yeah, right. I’ve heard the stories. He’s going all the way to the NFL, so long as he’s not put on academic probation for failing classes. Which is where I’m supposed to come in. And if it wasn’t for my boss/secret crush pleading with me to take Carter on, I’d drop him like a bad habit. I’ll do this favor and help the guy I really can’t stand, for the guy I really want to be with. And no matter how much time Carter and I spend together, there’s no way in hell I’d ever fall for him.

Lola - I almost have everything I ever wanted. But none of that comes without hard work and sacrifice. I don’t believe in luck - and the future isn’t something I leave up to chance. And now, everything is almost in line. I just need a few killer exclusives to take my career to the next level. That’s where they come in: Christopher Madden and Walter Sheppard. I expected a few encounters would lead to some good gossip, but I never expected it to lead me to a passion I never knew existed - especially when I have a "sort-of" boyfriend.

Theo Brooks is hard not to notice. With his coy smirk, rock-hard abs, and skilled agility on the ice, he's the cockiest of all the jocks and, unfortunately for me, my new roommate. When Admissions mixes up my first and last name, and I end up living in the male dorms, I feel my perfectly tied schedule loosening with every string Theo pulls. And he likes to pull every single one. It isn't until I find out that my long-time boyfriend is sampling other girls that things get interesting. Theo proposes a solution to my problem.

Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player. Both on and off the field. Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he’s rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campus. It’s a little nauseating. Don’t these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy? Fine...I’ll admit it, he’s good looking. If you’re into that kind of thing. Which I’m not.

I always imagined that being the smart girl in college would be totally different then being the smart girl in high school. Oh, how wrong I was. Popular girls and cliques still exist in college — and they’re in the dorm next door. But I should’ve known better. I made the mistake of going to MSU, a football school that worships their athletes almost as much as they do Monday Night Football. And the jocks of this school are essentially kings. Kings, who are only good for one thing: dirty daydreams. Not that I have time for that.