There was something about that first score, and not just on the football field. I loved all of life's firsts, which was why I'd been saving mine for one girl, my older sister's best friend-Hazel Jones. She was tough and sarcastic with walls around her heart as tall as a football stadium, but I knew she was the one for me. Desperate times called for desperate measures and I'd have done anything to make her mine. Like create a fake online persona. Lie about my age. Pretend I wasn't some naïve virgin. And catfish the hell out of the love of my life. Contains mature themes.