Milla

It’s like the universe dumped on me from day one. It wasn’t enough that I had to put up with having Jasmine—a walking, talking, breathing Barbie doll—for a sister.

<Insert evil laughter here>

“Let’s make Milla short, so she’ll ALWAYS have to look up to her as well.”

Fine. I’d never wanted anything of hers anyway.

Until a certain blue-eyed boy crossed my path, that is.

And he fell head over heels.

For my sister.

Of course he did.

How can I help Zayn with his studies and still escape with my heart intact?

Zayn

Getting a scholarship to play college football had been my dream since I first learned to throw a spiral as a kid. And I had the talent. Just not the grades. College programs expected their quarterbacks to not only pass their classes, but to do so by a comfortable margin. That was a skill set I needed to work on.

Maybe I needed more help than I thought.

I had an online tutor who wouldn’t tell me who she was.

An ex-girlfriend I couldn’t shake.

And the new girl, Milla, really didn’t like me—everybody liked me. I’m a likable guy.

Whatever. I could take a hit. I’d just rather be run over by a charging defensive lineman than get on the wrong side of Milla Kent. Which I somehow managed to do. Girls.

Forget math. I needed a tutor for the opposite sex.