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A/N: I'm going back through and editing my stories. Starting with this one! The story line itself will remain the same, however it will just be written better... at least that's what I am aiming for.

Chapter 1

"Luke what is your deal?" I tossed the football back to my best friend Zay in silence. "Seriously man what's wrong with you?"

I lazily shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just bored I guess." I tore my gaze off the ground and glanced into my best friend's brown eyes before throwing the pig skin back. "Nothing happens in Katy. This is hands down the most boring town in the state of Texas."

"Dude, seriously? You're dating Maya. If that's boring you aren't doing something right!" His brows wiggle suggestively and I can't help but groan.

My eyes obnoxiously rolled. "Seriously get your head out of your ass." Something had never felt right with me and Maya. Almost like we had to be together because I was the quarterback and she was the most popular girl in school even after she quit cheering. Either way things weren't terrible... just mundane, all in all I was content with the way my life is going. "I don't know I guess I'm just sick of doing the same thing every day; early morning workout, school, practice then to the diner for homework until I have to go home."

"I get it. Why don't you get a job?"

I scoffed, "yeah right and hear shit from my dad about not focusing on football enough? No thanks." My father is a real peach and an utter control freak.

"Yeah he's a uh, real piece of work." That's an understatement.

"Real piece of shit." I corrected and threw my arm up to toss the football again but a loud noise echoed through the eerie streets of Katy, effectively catching my attention. "What is that?"

Zay tried to cover his laughter at - I'm sure - my ignorance. "That's a motorcycle. Take a look." He gestured towards the end of the street and I couldn't help but stare at the Harley with a truck driving right behind it. The sun glistened off the stainless steel of the bike handles, effectively and unknowingly blinding me. "That is interesting you don't really see that much." It's true, I can't even remember the last time I saw a motorcycle in Katy. My eyes continued to watch both vehicles pull into the empty driveway across the street from my house. The roar of the engine dies out and I realize it was a girl driving the bike. I felt Zay stiffen beside me, obviously he is just now realizing it also. "Holy shit," he whispered.

Her right leg kicked off the hot cement to get off the bike while removing her helmet. Her body was sexy in every way shape and form of the term. Long legs accented by gray skinny jeans, her high heeled boots made her even taller and her noticeably tiny figure was being wrapped up with a navy tank and leather jacket. She threw off her helmet revealing lengthy brown curly hair that I could practically picture my fingers running through, "No makeup that's new." I find myself uttering, "Who the hell is this girl?"

"I don't know but I feel like one of us needs to quit staring before she gets creeped out." Zay makes a valid point but for whatever reason, I can't seem to turn my head.

My hand flies out in an effort to move his head. "Okay you stop staring." I demand before I myself get shoved.

"You need to stop staring you're dating Maya anyways." Wow, she is beautiful. Clearly not from around here. The mysterious brunette flipped her head to the right and fixated her gaze on me. After a small acknowledging head nod she sauntered into what I only assume was her home, with a man around the same age right on her heels. Well hello neighbor! "LUKE!"

I rubbed the back of my neck and clapped my hands together indicating I was ready for the ball, right when I'm about to start thinking of the girl across the street, a fleeting thought entered my mind. "SHIT! MAYA!"

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