Imagine:
(1st person pov)
I am one of the band members playing at the winter football game. I was dressed in my school band uniform and I play the clarinet. This is the only way to see the football games. Normally I wouldn't go, but I wanted to see a specific person on the field. #7. My childhood crush......Nick Robinson. THE Nick Robinson. The most popular junior's boyfriend. Every girl's dream guy. Tons of girls are practically already lined up to have a chance with him. You'll need more than hope to be with him.
It was game night. Crowds of people were seated on the bleachers. It was Panthers (my school) vs Islanders, some school located east from my city. The players came jogging out. Everyone was cheering. Then, I saw him. His dark hair made his skin sparkle, and his arms made him look broad. He was a little taller than the others. He stood out more.
The thing that bothered me the most was that his girlfriend *cough cough ew cough* was all like touching and adjusting his helmet and flirting with him. The struggle is real. I repeat. The struggle. is. real when it comes to that chick and how much I want to claw her fake face off.
Anyway....... he seemed to be annoyed by it. She just sashayed away from the inner field and joined her squad of other fake barbies. That was all I was really paying attention to until my instructor started to conduct the band to enter the field. We all lined up in a 15 x 12 row across the field.
After playing "Star Spangled Banner" and literally running across the entire field, I sat on one of the empty bleachers. Little did I know Nick's girlfriend was making out with his best friend. LIKE WHO DOES THAT?!?! I just looked around to see if Nick was around.
I asked his friends where he was, looked behind other bleachers etc. Then, I bumped into this really hot and tall football player from my school, since he was wearing my schools logo on his chest. He seemed to have bought food and was making his way back to the the field.
"Sorry, I'm looking for a guy named Nick. Have you seen him around, or might know where he is?" I questioned.
"Yeah, that's me..."
OMG DID YOU JUST REALLY ASK THEEEEE NICK ROBINSON WHERE THE NICK ROBINSON IS?!?!?! OMG WHAT IS WRONG WI-
"Um.....You were looking for me......." He interrupted.
"Oh! Yeah...I actually saw your *cough cough* girlfriend making out with one of your friends.... maybe you should check that out...."
"Really? Um.... I think you're mistaken. I think you saw someone else....." he said confused.
"No! You have to follow me! Let me show you!" I suggested as he walked behind me.
We ended at the bleacher where I saw the dream boy stealer. He peeked behind the bleacher.
"Um.....nobody is here...." he said.
"What?! No there has-" I was stopped by a hand grabbing your face and someone's lips pressing on mine. I paused time for a second to realize that the one that is kissing me is THE Nick Robinson. He broke the kiss and smiled as he stared into my eyes.
"Wow...you're beautiful."
All I could do is smile and kiss again. After the makeup session, he was still holding hands. Everyone stopped what they were doing or saying and stared in awe. A band geek with a popular jock? His not-his-girlfriend-anymore came up to him and slapped him right across the face where she once kissed him.
"WE ARE THROUGH YOU FILTHY, CHEATING...MUTT!!!" she screamed, almost crying.
"I'm not the one who cheated first. Brian?(turning to him) How could you? I thought you were my friend. Dude! Not cool!" He yelled, practically bawling. He gripped my hand and walked off with me. He then drove me to my place to get dressed to go to a dinner date and to watch the stars with hope that I could accomplish dreams.....
