Life was all good and sweet. Until a thing then another started slipping from between my hands without noticing, after being the famous soccer player who was plastered on most magazines and spoken on any kid's tongue. My fans were starting to get bored, my matches became lame, even I could feel it itching its way deep in my bones, I didn't know what to do. Until my coach offered a solution, he told me to find a girl, to date, that maybe this will capture my fans' attention until I get back on track and become better on field like before without taking the spotlight off me, just on a different aspect of my life. Problem is, I don't know who to date. Or better yet, where the hell am I supposed to find a woman who'll agree on that? With all the paparazzi and drama? Ha? Until one night, it felt like fate was on my side and slapped the solution right in my fucking face. Octavia Garcia, beautiful, smart and confident, what else could I want? Yeah it felt too good to be true, and my thoughts were proved when the bomb dropped a couple of hours later that night. Octavia Garcia is my Coach's daughter.