Wrath

Josh Miller.
That's his name, but I just call him DG for Do Gooder.

This guy is relentless. All-American, baby-faced, blue-eyed band dork who's not a band dork at all, because you can't be a dork when you're getting scouted to play college soccer. When he's not doing music or sports, DG is counting up his Boy Scout badges or front-rowing it at the First Baptist church.

DG is my new stepbrother. Little brother. I'm a whole year older, not that he knows. I don't think he knows I'm starting senior year a whole year late. And he definitely doesn't know why. I've got secrets I'm taking with me to the grave.

Everyone thinks I came to play varsity football, but I've got other plans, and DG's trying to thwart them all. He's making my life worse than it already is.

Having him around is a damn plague. But I can fight back. I found out a little secret about Mr. Perfect. He plays for the "other" team. That ball bat he's got stuffed into his gray sweatpants—it swings "that" way. The best part about this twisted game is when I find out it gets hard for me.

The Do Gooder...he wants me. I don't know why. But I know how to make him pay.

Romance