The Underdog is a fun, enemies to friends to lovers romance. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to think that maybe, just maybe, Anders might not be an unattainable dream after all. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to see the possibilities life still offers. His faults just keep piling up.īut the more time I spend with him, the harder it becomes to keep my distance. It’s a good plan, if only Anders wasn’t so unbelievably stubborn. Now I need to get this Anders Kelly to fire me. Neither am I happy when my dad and one of my so-called friends trick me into becoming a personal trainer for some guy who wants to do a triathlon. It only took a handful of seconds for my life to irreversibly change course. I’m the guy.Ī year ago I was on top of the world. There once was a guy who flew unimaginably high. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to think that maybe, just maybe, that person could be me? The more time I spend with him, the more I start to think that maybe somebody should find him. Frankly, I’m surprised the chip on his shoulder hasn’t crushed him yet.īut the more time I spend with him, the more I realize that the anger is just a facade that conceals a man who is more than a little lost. Wells Montgomery is an angry, rude, judgmental bastard. I never expected them to sign me up for one! Now I’m forced to deal with my very cantankerous personal trainer. Once upon a time, I told my brother and sister that I wanted to do a triathlon. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to think that maybe, just maybe, Anders isn’t an unattainable dream after all.There once was a guy who told a little white lie.

But the more time I spend with him, the harder it becomes to keep my distance. Nor am I happy when my dad and one of my so-called friends trick me into becoming a personal trainer for some guy who wants to do a triathlon.

Wells: There once was a guy who flew unimaginably high. The more time I spend with him, the more I start to think that maybe, just maybe, that person could be me. But the more time I spend with him, the more I realize that the anger is just a façade that conceals a man who is more than a little lost. Frankly, I’m surprised the chip on his shoulder hasn’t crushed him yet. Anders: There once was a guy who told a little white lie.

The Underdog by Briar Prescott