Super Stupid Cupid: An Enemies to Lovers Valentine's Day Romance (Super in Love Book 6) by Jamie Knight (best motivational novels TXT) 📗

I found it stupid that the management staff wanted the cheerleaders and the players to hook up. This was not the first time, and I never thought it had any real benefits. Yes, everybody got along, but apart from that, it was a pointless exercise. The players were famous, but nothing was exciting about being in a relationship with one of them.

“I know why you’re complaining,” said Brianna, “it’s because of Drake, right?”

I looked over at my friend with a frown on my face, but I slowly nodded.

“Not all football players are like that,” she continued, “some of them are really nice.”

“I know you’re saying that because you’ve got a crush on one of the players. What’s his name — Steve?”

Brianna blushed, her face lighting up, but she refused to admit that she was crushing on one of the players. I felt good for her. She was able to find a decent person on the team that she could tolerate going out with. I was not sure I would have the same luck.

Just as I was mulling my misfortune, the cheerleading coach walked over to the far end of the field, returning with Felix. He was a tall, handsome player, perhaps one of the better-known tight ends in the NFL. He had quite a reputation on and off the field.

“Can I have your attention, all of you?” the coach announced, cupping her hands over her mouth.

Everybody was staring at Felix, who stood beside the coach — his muscular and tall frame towering over her. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a handsome man, but I had never paid too much attention to him.

Felix had flirted with me a few times, but he never pursued me seriously. We had started chatting after the training sessions last summer, but he never asked me out. I doubted that he even remembered me.

As much as I thought he was handsome, he was not my type. He was popular, and many girls liked him. Still, it didn’t surprise me that he was not in a relationship with anybody. A viable bachelor like him should have been tied down by now, but Felix had a reputation as a womanizer.

“Felix has been appointed matchmaker, and he will be responsible for giving out the names of the matches.”

There were murmurs among the girls as all eyes were now fixed on the Tight End. I was annoyed by this little exercise, meant to be a good thing, but all I could see were the drawbacks. I didn’t like being told what to do, particularly who to date and befriend.

I was in no mood for a hook up with a football player. I was not in the mood to handle the complications that came with some of the players’ egotistic personalities. It could be overwhelming at times.

Felix started going round, cordially greeting the cheerleaders and handing out red cards with the names of their dates on them. There was a mixture of reactions as he moved through them as some of the girls openly expressed their frustrations and others simply laughed.

I appreciated the gesture of trying to create more harmony in the team. Yet, I was seriously considering approaching the cheerleading coach to tell her that I would not take part in this pointless exercise.

My frustrations grew even more as Felix continued handing cards to different girls, their emotions a rollercoaster of love and hate. All the girls around me were progressively getting cards as I stood there, anger growing.

If I was going to get a card, Felix might as well get it over with. I would love to know who I would be tied up to for this Valentine’s date early enough so that I could prepare myself.

Eventually, Felix walked towards us, and my heart started pounding in my chest. He was clutching a red card. I assumed he was approaching me, but he passed me over and handed the card over to Brianna, much to her delight.

Why was I not getting a card? He walked over to the other side of the grass, reading the cards carefully before handing them over. The general mood was that of excitement, and maybe some of the matches indeed were interesting.

Brianna erupted in anger beside me. “What’s this?” she asked, fuming.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as she stared down at the name on the card. “Who have you been matched with?”

“Barry, the kicker,” she snapped. “I was really hoping to get Steve.”

“Oh, girl,” I groaned. “That’s a waste. You know Barry is in the closet.”

She nodded, on the verge of tears.

Felix approached me, clutching a card. He was staring directly at me, and he had a weird smile on his face. “I have your card here,” he said, handing it over. “I’ve saved the best for last.”

I took the card and realized that I was going to be just as angry as Brianna was. The name on the card was a surprise for me, and I instantly knew that I would be upset for the rest of the day.

“I think we’ll have a lot of fun together,” Felix said, and now it made sense why he had a weird look on his face. I was surprised that he had decided to approach me with so much courage. He must have forgotten about our previous encounters.

The card had his name on it, and it was absurd because he was not my type. I enjoyed watching him out on the field. He was one of the best players on the team. But he was also a player, and he was well known throughout the country for hurting a considerable number of women. I was not into guys who switched sexual partners like their clothes. I wanted somebody who could commit, who could be truthful and honorable enough