Joey was the hotheaded hurler everyone knew about. Guys were jealous of him, and girls threw themselves at him. But he was also the boy who stole your heart. And you stole his. You just didn’t know it yet.

Joey jogged over to you after practice, his hair all messed up in a way that made your heart hurt.

“Nice legs.” He sent you a wink, slowing down as he reached.

“Nice hands.” You bit your lip to hide your smile.

“I know how to use them too.” He smirked.

Your mouth fell open in shock. “You’re flirting with me.”

“You’re flirting with me.” He crossed his big arms over his broad chest.

“So?” You huffed. “I always flirt with you.”

He grinned. “Well maybe I’ve decided to change tactics.”

“By flirting?”

“Well,” He shrugged. “Being an asshole doesn’t seem to be working, does it?”

“But you’re so good at being an asshole.”

“Come closer and I’ll show you how good I can be in other ways.”