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PREFERENCE 1: THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU

(Chapter guide! ⬇️
≠ - Smut
≈ - fluff
• - Lemon
+ - multi-character
also for age reasons, they will all be around the age of 15 instead of 12)

CONNOR;

You'd been the water girl for the Warriors ever since pee-wee, you'd gone from braces and pigtails to boobs and puberty. As you watched the warriors get crushed once again, Connor trudged off the field, his helmet in his hands as the scoreboard shut off. You handed him some water and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Con, we'll get 'em next time." Paulie shook his head. "We suck." You chuckled a bit and shrugged. "Nothing better than hope." Connors face flushed red a bit. "Thanks Y/N." Just then, you saw Sean Payton, the Saints coach, walking over.

You knew he was Connors dad, but he hadn't been around and Connor hated when he was brought up. "Whatre you doing here?" He asked. You rubbed his back. "Text me later." You turn and walk off, smiling to yourself.

BRIAN:

Brian had been your best friend since forever. He was funny, cute, tall, cute, and just cute. But with Sean Payton coaching the football team, he barely had time for you anymore due to the practice, learning, games and even more practice. You tried to be at every game especially since they'd been winning for once.

This time, it was raining. You held your umbrella as puke sprayed from everybody on the team and on the sidelines. You even had to choke back some puke as well. When Brian walked off the field you were waiting. "Y/N! Did you see that?" he laughed, taking off his helmet. He reached for a hug as you pulled away. "Don't. You just puked all over the field." He laughed and put his hands up in surrender.

"True." As you looked at him you couldn't help but notice the smile on his face deepening as he looked down at you, blushing. "Why are you looking at me that way?" He shook his face free of the goofy grin he'd just had. "What ? Oh. Just, you have something on your face." Just as you were about to wipe it, you saw him lurch forward as you scattered off the field while he threw up.

MARCOS;

As you sat in the stands next to his dad, Marcos ripped across the field with the football in hand before he got tackled by the other teams defense. You winced as he laid there, trying to recollect himself. You quickly ran down to the railing, watching him walk toward you.

He took off his helmet as you leaned down. "You okay?" He nodded as you tussled his hair and checked him over for any injury. He blushed slightly as your fingers brushed his lips. "You can get a touchdown, I know you can. You're the fastest one on the team." He smile and kissed your hand.

"Thank you, mi Bonita." He slowly walked off and you couldn't help but grasp your hand, smiling to yourself.

TROY;

As you sat on the sidelines of the field, watching coach Payton start giving orders to the boys, Troy sat sort of defeated looking off to the side. "Hey coach." You smiled, looking down at him. "Hey , Y/N." He smiled, looking you up and down a bit.

"You alright? You look a bit down." He smiled and shrugged. "I mean, I want the boys to have fun, but he's working them to the bone. It's only about winning now." You sigh. "Look, you have just about as much power as him." You kiss his cheek. "Make sure to remind them to keep the focus on fun." He blushed and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks Y/N."