The universe is definitely trying to tell me something. It's saying that tall, dark, handsome Marcus Johnson is not the man for me. But if that's true, why does fate keep throwing us together? For four years now, he has appeared and just as quickly disappeared from my life. No one can say that I don't have my life together. I know exactly where my life is going and I don't need some wishy-washy man slowing me down. Even if he has the most knee-weakening deep brown eyes or a voice that sends shivers down my spine everytime he speaks. Oh and did I mention he's going to be a doctor?
I was raised to be a good man, respect my elders, respect women, work hard, study even harder. It's how I've lived my life so far. Up until the fateful basketball game when she bounced on to the court with her short skirt and pom-poms. Suddenly all I can think about is being bad, very bad. I have all of the moves too, well on the basketball court anyway. Because when it comes to the cheerleader of my fantasies, Dia Price, I'm a complete disaster. I can't seem to stop messing everything up when I'm with her, I just hope I can fix it before it's too late.