"Lucas!"

Keep walking.

"Lucas!"

She'll give up.

"Lucas fucking Lahey!"

"Fuck, what?!"

I spun around and came face to face with Saturday night. Or Reece, as she liked to be called. I should have known she'd want a follow up.

"You didn't call me last night. You said you would," she folded her pale white arms across her chest, plumping her cleavage. 

I exhaled. "Sunday night is family night. Sorry."

"I know for a fact your parents are out of town, Lucas," she pushed her red hair behind her shoulder. "They're all over social media, remember."

Famous fuckers.

"I have other family," I said and turned to head into the school gym.

She gripped my arm and I flinched as her finger nails dug into the fresh ink underneath my school shirt. "Lucas just be straight with me, were you ever planning to call?"

I hated to be an asshole, but I figured I might as well get it over with. She'd keep following me around if I didn't rip the band aid off. "No. I wasn't. I had fun though. I'll be sure to give good references if anyone asks."

"You are such a piece of shit," she snapped. I turned around and gave her a wave over my shoulder. It's not like I promised her a follow up when she was throwing herself at me during out back to school party over the weekend. By some miracle, Mom and Dad hadn't caught wind of it. It was a damn good night though. No regrets if they did find out.

I went into the gym, football season was just a few weeks from now and I couldn't wait to get back out there. I'd been training all summer and this was it. Senior. Scouts. The whole lot. I needed to make an impact.

Dad was convinced I'd inherited our family's skill set. Despite the fact that I'd broken tradition and taken up a linebacker position instead of quarter back. Just like he was. And his dad was. And his grandfather was. He was still proud and that was what mattered.

He retired from the NFL not too long ago. But he'd taken up a coaches position for the Dallas Cowboys. His team. The team I wanted to play for.

After I'd changed into a t-shirt and shorts, I met the team out on the field. Coach was chatting with a couple of the boys. Max and our best friend Flynn were throwing the ball back and forth. And then for some fucking unknown reason, Abby was standing beside the bleachers, twisting her blonde hair around her finger while she talked to Shane.

It seemed people had forgotten the drill over summer.

Abby flinched when she saw me approaching. Dumbass picked a terrible spot to flirt if she didn't want me to find out.

"What are you doing out here?"

She shot me an unwelcoming scowl and Shane dropped his stupid smile when he peered over his shoulder and saw me standing behind him.

"This is the field Lucas. It's lunch time. I'm free to be where I want."

"Chill man," Shane put a hand on my shoulder and I stared at it with disgust. Bastard constantly has his dick in his hands. "I was just telling her I saw her photo on the cover of um— wha—"

"Cosmopolitan," Abby informed him.

"Yeah that's the one."

"Cool," I scoffed and shrugged his hand off. "Stop picturing my sister naked before I fork your fucking eyeballs out."

"Lucas!" She grabbed a fistful of my jersey. I stared down at her with boredom while she began shouting at me. "Stop. I'm not doing this again this year. I swear to God you better back the hell—"

"Dude I wasn't—" Shane interrupted and I gave him a harsh glare as I pushed Abby's hands off and ignored her.

He could spin it however he wanted. I saw that cover photo and she had way too much exposed. Dad agreed. So did Max. But of course Mom gave her the green light. Why did she have to choose modelling as a career path?

"What's going on?" Max stood beside Abby and she glanced up at him with a pleading expression.

"Oh, he's just up to his usual bullshit," she jabbed a finger at me. "Tell him to leave me alone."

Max let his gaze move between Shane and our sister. Back and forth. I knew who my twin brother was going to side with.

"Shane, leave our sister alone."

"Max!" She seethed with her hands in her hair. "I don't even like him. But I'd like the option."

Shane recoiled and I laughed, barely noticing Abby's little fist punching me in the shoulder.

"Fuck you both," she flipped us off and pushed past, storming towards the school building.

I turned and noticed Shane watching her, so I stood in front of him, close to hitting him so hard his head spins. 

Flynn stepped between us and gave me a shove in the other direction. "Come on, we need to practice dude. Cool off."

"Keep your dick out of my sister," I shouted over my shoulder. "Or you won't fucking have one."

Despite the hostility, the three of us got along well. . . most of the time. Max and I are twins, carried by our Aunt Spence via IVF. Mom thought she couldn't carry kids until she gave birth to Abby four months after we were born. It gets frustrating repeating the story over and over again so we just refer to ourselves as triplets.

Abby hated the fact that I wouldn't let her mess around with the toads in this school. But I knew what we were like. We all thought with our dicks. She wouldn't get respect and she didn't need to get her heart broken. Because then I would have to kill someone and I'd end up in jail.

Flynn and I picked a spot and began doing our drills, it was hot and I ripped my shirt off when it became thick with sweat. During a break on the sidelines, I watched the girls softball team, most of them were in leggings and tank tops, batting balls and doing sprints. 

A girl in the cage caught my attention. The machine spat ball after ball and she smacked them with so much force I couldn't help but stare. Her long black waves were tied up in ponytail. Her light brown skin glistened in the sun.

"Who's the new girl?" I asked Flynn.

He shrugged his shoulders. "No idea dude. Didn't even know we were getting a new student."

Her body was lean but defined, sensational. She continued smashing the softballs with an impressive amount of force. Not letting up. Not faltering. I didn't get much training done after I noticed her, I was having all sorts of wild thoughts.

At the end of break, I headed for the shower's bag in one hand, shirt in the other. Softball babe was up ahead, her tank top had patches of sweat, strands of hair stuck to her neck but to be honest, I was watching her plump, perfect ass as she walked up the steps.

I fell into step beside her and caught Flynn giving me a small grin from where he emerged, showered and changed. I ignored him.

"Hey, you're new?"

She glanced at me and I was floored. Gorgeous. Her eyes were almond, forming into an almost feline shape at the edges and her lips, so thick and full. Freckles were sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. "Yeah," she said as we stepped into the foyer. "I'm Amalia. We moved to Dallas over the summer."

She had a mild Hispanic accent, it was hot as hell.

"Oh," we stopped and I leaned against the wall beside the girls locker rooms. "Where did you move from?"

"San Fransisco."

"How come you moved here?"

"You ask a lot of questions," she gave me a small grin and adjusted the strap on her shoulder.

I stared down at her chest and swallowed. She was too gorgeous. "I'm just extending my hand. You're new. You probably don't have a lot of friends."

"That's true," she shrugged. "Does that mean that we're friends now?"

"Of course," I noticed how her gaze fall to my exposed torso. She redirected her attention fast though. "I'm—"

"Lucas Lahey," she interrupted with a slow nod. "Yeah I know. My little sister is a fan. She follows you and your siblings on Instagram."

"Nice. Is she as beautiful as you?"

"She's eleven."

I cleared my throat before I began to choke but Amalia laughed. Her laugh was like a song. It was beautiful and angelic. "But thanks," she acknowledged my compliment with a small smile.

So damn beautiful.

"I like your tattoo," she pointed at the inside of my forearm at the work I'd had done yesterday. It said Max, Abby and Lucas with a sketch portrait done from when we were babies. It was just one of the many tattoos I had. Dad and I got a lot of ink done together.

"Thanks," I said, glancing down at the fresh red raise around the outlines. "Family's pretty important to me."

She tilted her head, still admiring the art work.

"Where are you from? Like as in heritage?" I questioned.

"Barcelona. In Spain," she lifted her arm and pulled out her ponytail as she spoke, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. "We moved to the states when I was seven. Well, my father and sister. Mom she— well she didn't. Anyway, it was nice to meet you, Lucas."

"Yeah, it was nice to meet you Amalia," I straightened up off the wall as she pushed open the girls locker room door. "Let me know if you need anything. A friend. Someone to show you around—"

"Thanks," she grinned and disappeared inside.

I stood there staring at the door and without a doubt, I wanted that girl. I wanted her in a whole lot of different ways.