*Just let me motherf*cking love you.*
"Neal, you should just come to the game, it'll be fun."
It's now the day of the game and I have been trying to convince Neal to come with me to the game, so he can keep me company.
"Lani, for the thousandth time. No thank you."
As you can see he keeps saying no.
"Please, I'm going to be on the field all by myself. And I would like someone to be there cheering with me." I pout, hoping that he will say yes.
At the football games I am usually on the field by myself, and it's fun and all. But it gets lonely.
He sighs and runs his hands over his face, "Okay, Okay. I'll go with you."
I smile and clap "Yay, okay so I'll be at the school all day, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay here for another five hours. So meet me in the boys Locker rooms at seven o'clock."
He nods slightly and eats some of his almonds, "Where's Bryce?"
I frown, "Football, meeting."
"Really during lunch? Why aren't you there?"
"Those things, don't involve me. All they talk about is positioning and whatnot. I only help with coaching." I take some of his almonds and shove them in my mouth.
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"Mr. Tesfaye, I have to go." It's half past five (Get it, no.....you suck) and I was suppose to be on the field already. But Mr. Tesfaye won't let me leave, he has his arms locked around my waist and his face is nuzzled in my neck.
"I don't want you to go." His breath tickles my neck and I feel him start to kiss and suck on my neck.
"You better not be giving me a hickey." I warned.
He moves his face from my neck and come faces me, "Of course not, baby."
I narrow my eyes at him and he quickly pecks my nose, "You know what I realize?"
He hums.
"You never told me your name."
He smiles a little, "I haven't."
"Okay, so what is it."
"I'm not going to tell you." He removes his arms from my waist and leans on his desk.
I frown, "Why not?"
"Keeps a little mystery."
I cross my arms over my chest, "Just tell me."
He rubs his chin, "How about you guess what it is."
I groan, "I don't have time for this."
He smiles and shrugs, "Guess you won't find out then." he walks around his desk and sits in his chair.
He's doing this on purpose, he just wants me to stay longer. I have to go, but u want to know what his name is.
I huff and start naming names, "Michael?"
He shakes his head no.
"Phillip?"
"Nope." he pops the 'p'.
"George."
"Negative."
"Alex?" I ask hopefully.
"You're getting close."
That means it's in the A's, "Andy?"
He starts laughing.
