A boyxboy enemies to lovers high-school comedy based in New York city.
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗻á𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇, the flirtatious and ridiculously handsome football star quarterback- is both rude and quick tempered, but most concernedly known as the Northside Hi...
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MARCO'S POV
"We should hang out sometime." Coraline Mack ran a perfect manicured hand through her long, dark braids. Her big brown eyes gazed up at me, bottom lip caught in her teeth in a rather seductive manner.
Any other guy in Northside High would be crawling over each other to get a chance to smash Coraline Mack- who quite frankly is one of the most prettiest girls in school. You'd be insane to pass up an opportunity like that.
Well. I guess I'm insane then.
I flashed her a fake smile. "Yeah, of course."
It was just past 3:30PM, so school had already ended, and the hallways were cleared, so it just us two have a random conversation.
I don't know why I suddenly started to show interest in Coraline.
That's bullshit.
She's Sebastian Hollister best friend.
I was flirting with her and showing interest to piss him off. There- I said it. The truth is officially out. Happy?
I knew I was being petty because of everything that happened last week- but after seeing the attention I've gotten from him, I don't regret it.
The long stares, constantly waiting for my reaction- trying hard to grab my attention. I loved it. I fucking loved it.
It's almost like our roles have reversed.
And I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.
"Uh- anyway. I don't have practice today- so I gotta dump my shit at the shed." I said in disinterest, wanting to leave.
"Oh okay. I'll see you tomorrow?" She smiles.
"Course. Text me."
"I will!"
Jesus.
I make my over to the sports equipment shed to put my football gear back and head to the gym beside the school. I wanted to do nothing more than go home and sleep but I knew that if I wanted any chance of getting a football scholarship- that slacking off in my senior year wasn't an option.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as I fished it out to peer at my texts.
There were five texts from the football group chat, thirty from Damien, two from my brother and one from my dad.
I had a bit of a habit of either leaving people on read or delivered, unless its my family. I'm not a texting kind of person, and I just can't be bothered to reply. I mean- why should I? I see half of these fuckers everyday in school. So I gotta talk to you in school for eight hours then text you too? Nah.
