Nina My encounter on the football field with Enzo left me both confused and upset. First of all, how had he shown up like that just in time to catch the football helmet before it hit me in the face? Second, why did he continue following me around campus like a lost puppy? For someone who was suppo
Nina The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from
I bit my lip, hurting to see my friend feel this way. Just then, a drunk girl stumbled out onto the porch. She was short and curvy with brown hair that was cut in a boyish way and a nose ring. “Oh, sorry,” she said when she saw Lori and I. She turned around to leave, but not before Lori looked up
Nina It was Monday, which meant that it was finally my last day of my internship. All I had to do was get through the day, and then I could go to the dean and tell her that I still wanted to be reassigned. Truthfully, I sort of enjoyed sports medicine. I liked Tiffany, too, and was sad that I woul
I nervously hooked up the ECG machine to Enzo, my fingers brushing his rock-hard abs as I placed the stickers on his skin. The whole time, he stared down at me. His eyes were red and glowing in the same way they did that night we slept together. It made me feel like prey, like he just wanted to grab
Nina “Ever since we slept together, I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” Enzo’s words sent a shiver down my spine. The sight of his muscular body, the smell of the lingering sweat on his skin… I wanted to sink my teeth into him. Neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t sto
Nina Without removing my lab coat and goggles, I ran from the laboratory and down the hall. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing, but I had to tell someone. As I ran down the hall, I nearly ran straight into none other than Jessica. She had her hair up in a bun and a stack of textbo
I nodded solemnly and looked at my feet, blinking back tears. “Is there anything else?” the dean asked. I wanted to ask about my reassignment, but felt as though the dean wouldn’t allow it now; besides, I was too embarrassed. I just wanted to go home. “No,” I replied. “That was all. Thank you.”