Roughing the Princess

He’s a football superstar. She’s a popstar princess. And the whole world is watching…

For the last two months, rumors have been swirling that I have a crush on the world's biggest popstar.

And the rumors are true.

Yes, I went to her concert and tried to meet her. And yes, I got turned away by her security. Thanks to my brother not being able to keep his big mouth shut on our podcast, the whole world knows that.

That's what started all this speculation.

But it's also what got me her number.

Somehow the tabloids found out that we've been texting. But that's all they know.

They don't know what we say in those texts. And they definitely don't know what kind of pictures she sends me.

Now I've sent her tickets to come watch my next home game.

My teammates don't believe she'll come. But I know she will. If she doesn't, it's her loss. Because I've been dreaming about our first meeting for months. And the things I'm going to do to her are too sinful to be reported in the tabloids.