I know there isn't tons of sex in this one, but I had great fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. This Means WAR! I never thought in a million years that I fall head over heals for a jock, but that’s exactly what happened. It was my second year at the University of Texas. Troy Malone was a handsome, intelligent, outrageously funny guy, and he was a quarterback on the football team, albeit the second string, since he was just a junior. I’m a small town girl, but I was neither naïve nor a virgin. I guess on the virgin to slut scale from one to ten, I was a three when I met Troy. A Business major, I had always been a straight A student. With UT being the big football school that it is, going anywhere on campus or off with Troy, the presumptive next year’s starting quarterback, was very different from anything I’d experienced before. He drew a crowd wherever he went. Even though Troy wasn’t the most patient lover, he more than made up for that with his abundant enthusiasm and endurance. By the time he was ready to call it a night; I would be totally spent and exhausted. We’d been dating for two months when Troy convinced me to do something I swore I’d never, ever do. He talked me into taking a naked selfie and sending it to him via text. “I just need something to look at when I can’t be with you. I swear, I’m the only one who will ever see it.” I believed him. I trusted him. How could I have been so stupid? The asshole forwarded that picture to half the school. For the next two weeks, everywhere I went, all I heard from “friends” and strangers alike was “Nice rack!” and “Awesome tits!” and “Hot bod!”. It should go without saying that I broke up with Troy.