Too Late for Sorry — Episode 1

The summer I turned 18, Shane took my virginity, pillow all night long, thinking of secret crushing had finally paid off. Until the next day, when I heard one of his teammates in the locker room. Not bad, QB1.

The chubby girl need more pop your stard? My face burned. I was about to slip away, then Shane's lazy voice drifted out. That same drawl he used calling audibles at the line of scrimmage.

Wanted to make a move on Chloe. Didn't want her thinking I was some clueless Figured I'd practice on Mia first. Shane's words hit like a linebacker blindside. No warning at all. My mind went blank. It was blazing hot outside, but I felt ice cold all over.

I stood frozen at the door of the field house, one hand still raised like I was about to knock. Six years. Six years of showing up to every game. Six years of wearing his number in the student section. Six years of telling myself he'd notice me eventually.

eventually. He noticed me alright, just long enough to warm himself up for someone else. The conversation kept going in the locker room. Cleeds scuffing concrete. Shoulder slung into stalls. Classic Shane. Even the chubby girls just practice reps. So basically she's like your

JV squad? Your scout team? Shane laughed it off. Don't be gross. She didn't exactly lose anything. True, true. Mia's kinda soft around the middle compared to Chloe's body. I mean…