Knocked up by the QB. Harassed by punt bunnies. Falling for the enemy isn't an option here. I threw caution to the wind and my v-card at the one man I can't stand. What did that get me? Pregnant. Now, we're both screwed. Mr. Superstar wants the punt bunnies off his back. I want my parents off mine. To do that, he proposes a fake relationship. But...