TITLE: Stop the Presses
GENRE: YA mystery/suspense
Lottie Griffin didn’t look like a goal post.
At least, she’d never thought she looked like a goal post, but a cute guy cradling a football was barreling toward her anyway. Unfortunately, the cute guy was still looking over his shoulder and Lottie wasn't fast enough.
The goal post image was her last thought before he slammed into her. She landed in the grass with a heavy, unladylike grunt.
When she opened her eyes, she was staring into a pair of the most beautiful baby blues she’d ever seen.
“Touchdown?” she asked weakly. The boy attached to the blue eyes grinned.
“You OK?” he said. He picked himself off the ground and extended her a hand.
He had a delicious Southern accent. Lottie couldn’t help smiling at him as he pulled her up.
Then she remembered why she’d cut across the front lawn in the first place. “I have to go,” she said, grabbed her bag from the ground and took off without a backward glance. She thought she heard one of the guys call something after her, but she didn’t have time to stop.
The Sentinel office looked so much closer on the campus map.
Her dress clung to her back in the sweltering Georgia morning. She glanced at herself in a window as she half-ran past the library, then immediately wished she hadn’t. Her hair, dark and curly anyway, was rapidly reaching Diana Ross-like proportions in the sticky heat. She was sure there was a grass stain on her butt.