Too Nerdy to Handle

My media mogul father has a mission for me--get the scoop on Alex, the private, guarded teenage running phenom...or else. He didn't actually say 'or else,' but trust me, it was implied. If my new nonprofit endeavor stands a chance of seeing the light of day, I need to keep my father happy, and that means taking this reporter gig over my high school's winter break.

It shouldn't be all that hard. Make nice with the arrogant athlete, ask a few questions...get in, get answers, get out. That might've been the plan except that our first meeting was a tad...epic. It might have involved a kiss. And tears. And a little matter of mistaken identity. No big whoop. Nothing I can't handle, it's just...this interview would be so much easier to ace if my questions didn't keep ending in kisses.