Morgan P.O.V
Way to go. I haven't even said one word to the guy and we're already having a smackdown. Classic me. "Oh my god. Are you okay." he says attempting to help me up. In my mind I'm thinking, do I look okay to you? It takes me a second to realize that my nose is bleeding. Isn't this just a perfect first impression? I'm finally to my feet and trying to see clearly. Wow, this is why I don't paly sports. "I'm really sorry. I didn't see you there." he says trying to collect himself also. "We should probably get you cleaned up, yeah?" Is this happening? I'm flipping out right now. All this time we've been standing here, there's only a few more people left at the field. He's guiding me to the locker room. "Don't worry, my dad's the coach." he states. Phew, I almost passed out. Again. There's a tall, older looking man in an office. That must be his dad. I'm forced into a chair and Shane presses a wet towel on my face, and motions for me to lean my head back. Currently getting my nose blood on my crush. How bout you? "Alright, I think your good." he says helping me up. Do I look like I broke my legs? "I'm Shane by the way." he says walking me to my car. "I'm Morgan. Thanks for everything. And sorry for running into you.." attempting to unlock my car. "You should call me sometimes, here's my number." I ain't so good with numbers, so I put it my phone ASAP. This has been a good night. Oh my gosh, I lost Vanessa in my smackdown. She probably rode home with Drake. Hmmmm....
Shane P.O.V
Smooth one Shane. I think as I climb into my truck. At least she got my number, well I kinda forced her to.. I hope she calls.
A/N
Sorry this was short. The next will involve some fluffy stuff. Yay. Take care my little skittles. |||~Trinity xx
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Could This Be Love?
Teen FictionThis is the story of a girl who thought she could never love again. Little did she know, someone would come along and sweep her off her feet. Shane.
