-𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
❝about last night... what are we going to do about it?❞
❝nothing- we're keeping it a secret.❞
❨high school❩
❨joão félix x fem!reader❩
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CHAPTER FIVE: PRIVATE SCHOOL BOY
it was the end of the school day and thalia waited outside in the parking lot for y/n. everyone began heading to their cars as soon as the last bell rang. everyone except y/n. y/n was jogging to the soccer field. she had enough time to check out the game and then go to the hospital, right? noah wasn't dying and the game wasn't going to be interesting.
"hey, president! you made it!" jude saw her at the bleachers. he grinned seeing his friend come to support him.
y/n leaned against the bleachers and waved in return. joão eyed her from afar, mentally face palming. he didn't want her here or anywhere near him. he couldn't seem to escape her.
"what are you doing here?" y/n heard the most annoying voice on earth: lydia's. she held back an eye roll and sharply inhaled.
"watching the game like everyone else."
"i heard elections were delayed. do you know why?" lydia changed the subject and a suspicious look crept onto her face. y/n didn't care enough to look at her, so she never noticed.
y/n kept her eyes on the game in front of her, "no, i don't."
"i decided to run for class president too." lydia blurted out and y/n almost burst out laughing. lydia noticed her covering her mouth and struggling to breathe,"are you okay?"
"yes, i'm totally okay," y/n covered her mouth with her hand. she couldn't wait to tell her best friends about this news. "why'd you decide to run?"
"i understand if you feel threatened but it's only for my college applications. if i win, you still have three years of presidency," lydia put a hand on y/n's shoulder, dismissing her question. y/n quickly brushed it off in annoyance, "i hope this doesn't change anything between us."
"you're good," y/n told her the truth, "i don't care."
"joão told me how you decided to keep space between each other for me. i really appreciate it." lydia put her hands on her chest. she gave her the sweetest smile, her dimples appearing, "thank you, girl. you are truly a girl's girl."
y/n checked her phone, it was 3:40 p.m.
the whistle sounded at the field and all the players dispersed to their own sides. y/n approached jude who was pouring water on his face. she couldn't tell if it was sweat or the pouring water all over his body. jude put the bottle down on the grass and his eyes lit up when he saw y/n, "how's the game so far?"
