I watched him as he would kick the soccer ball and get it straight into the net, his muscles were showing threw his white t-shirt that was attached to his chest, his messy blond hair was wet with sweat and his knees were full of mud.
I pushed a piece of my brown hair behind my ear and continued to watch him, but looked away when he glanced over towards me a smirk forming on his adorable face, I haven't talked to him before but I know a lot about him.
he's well known around here, he's the best soccer player on our collage team! He's popular, I mean I heard he's nice but he's a player. He has gotten into multiple fights with random people and he's a dick to be around when hes drinking.
being pulled out of my daze, a soft Irish accent pulled me from it.. "Hey, you're Molly right?"
