Home Game

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Football has been my life. Not that I ever had a choice in the matter. When your dad is a retired future Hall-of-Fame quarterback the gridiron tends to weave its way into your DNA.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I always loved the game but I could do without the spotlight that comes with being Peyton Johnson the great Reed Johnson's daughter. To make matters worse when my dad retired from the NFL he decided his second calling was to take over the head coaching gig at my high school where he has coached my boyfriend for the last three years.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Correction-my </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ex</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>-boyfriend.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>While the fairytale high-school sweetheart story may have worked for my parents I have other plans. And following a self-absorbed athlete to college is not part of them no matter how hard my dad tries to push me and my ex together.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Thankfully a new high school opens and draws a line through the center of our town sending half of my dad's players to a new team. And apparently their new quarterback is breaking all of my dad's old state records. It's the ultimate distraction giving me the chance to land myself a spot on the cheer team at any college that isn't close to home.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But then I meet him. Wyatt Stone. The guy my dad considers our enemy. The best quarterback I've ever seen. A complete jerk who I can't quit thinking about. And running into. And rooting for.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I'm the one who is distracted. And repeating my parents' love story doesn't sound so bad after all.</span></p>