My Roommate's a Jock? Well, Crap! is the first part in the new Jock series…
No! Jocks Don’t Date Guys is the second part in the Jock series. I read part 1 in the past and I liked it very much. As you all know I have a special place in my heart for jock and nerd stories and this one falls right in that category. And I loved it so much !
Chris Jackson has always been raised learning one thing. Every man in his family dates and eventually marries a cheerleader. His father did, his brother did and everyone expect him to do the same. But what happens when Chris learns his attractions are different?
Alonzo Martin is everything but a cheerleader. He is not blond and he most certainly doesn’t dress like a cheerleader. With black hair, combat boots and nail polish he tries very hard to not give in to the attention Chris is giving him. After all, why would a jock be interested in someone like him at all? It has to be some kind of trick to make him look stupid right?
From the moment Chris saw Alonzo, he has been feeling weird things. There is something about this guy that makes him want to be a better man and try his best to make Alonzo see that. But Alonzo is not an easy target and Chris has to try his best to get what he wants.
And what happens when his dad finally learns that Chris doesn’t want to be with a cheerleader at all, but has his eyes set on a dark haired boy? Will he be able to stand up against family tradition or not? And what will his team mates think, or the girls he has always pretended to date?
With this second part Wade Kelly has managed to add another great part to the Jock series. I enjoyed it very very much and I hope there will be more in the future.
Soccer practice was about to START WHEN I NOTICED a guy all dressed in black walk around the corner of the stadium fence and climb the steps, two at a time. I watched this lone spectator out of the corner of my eye as I squirted water into my mouth, and then all over my face, from my favorite water bottle with the pull-top spout. My best bud, Doug, had given it to me for my birthday last May, and I swear it was the best gift ever because not only did it not leak in my car, but when the top was screwed off, the opening was wide enough to get my hand in to wash it. I took it with me everywhere.
I snapped the spout closed and tossed it in my bag. A casual glance around told me that guy was still there–watching.
As I assessed his ocular trajectory from the way his head was positioned, I realized he wasn’t watching me. He was taking in the whole field. Although the same thing could be said of me as I surreptitiously noted his characteristics while turning my head as if scanning the bleachers and the nearby sandpit. I was the sly, stealthy kind if I did say so myself. Practice makes perfect, after all. The rest of the team didn’t need to know how easily I could get distracted from the actual reason we were all here at 8:00 a.m. Soccer was life, but in the other three hours of the day—when soccer, food, and sleep were not on my brain—I liked observing people. Guys in particular because I was always on the prowl for that one guy who would grab my soul and melt my heart.
Okay, enough of that.