Callum squeezed between his opponents and passed them all.
Only the green-eyed smoker stood before him. He didn't understand how he managed to breathe when he smoked, but he didn't ask. The blond was determined, but Daniel knocked him down. He didn't hurt him, but the handsome boy lay on top of him, his face only inches away.
"How old are you?"
Callum spoke suddenly, breathing fast.
"Why do you care?"
He smiled provocatively and pulled away. The match ended with Daniel and his team winning, and all the boys, except those two, left.
"You can play well."
The blonde declared.
"You have nice eyes."
Daniel blurted out.
It caught Callum off guard, but it definitely warmed his heart, especially coming from someone like Daniel.
"And if you don't sell me cigarettes tomorrow just because you want to know my age, I'm going to go buy them elsewhere."
Tall Daniel smiled and walked away, just like the other guys had done a moment ago. He left behind a blond guy with blue eyes and a smile on his face.
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