Connor left, and Keisha had to admit that much of the tension that had been with her disappeared into the wind, worries driving off like the car she could hear leaving the parking lot. That was an awful to think, she knew, of course she did, she wasn't an idiot, but that didn't make it any the less ...

She could only shrug at Connor's question, although she hoped that the small smile on her face would help pave the way for a friendly conversation. Connor was chill, at least for a football guy, considering that someone definitely had to be in order to persevere with Madison who could be a definite ...

Keisha leaned in even closer to peer at the notebook, hoping that by staring at the words intently, she would be able to glean some sort of additional information from them. As much as she loathed to admit it, poetry was pretty far from being her thing. Like, next galaxy level far away. Individually...

Poetic justice. Indeed, that was the term, meant to be the one to light Keisha's fire from within, get her burning with all of that righteous fury, to do something, to be something.  Be the one to be uncovering the truth behind it all, but right now? That spark was dead and cold, like there was a bu...

Usually, Keisha was not someone was easily shocked by things. As a self-proclaimed gossip hound, she had seen her fair share of weird-ass stuff, and sure, maybe she feigned surprise at times so people didn't know how much she didn't care about their problems, but seriously, she had seen it all. Most...

What the flying F-U-C-K was Madison Springer doing over there? Keisha Higgins-Bell - PREGAME START Like wow, the wind was gonna freeze her ass off, because she decided to wear something a bit less bulky today, and so she was pretty damn sure it was below zero degrees right now. Not just sure, no, bu...