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*Naamiah*

When you look at me, you probably would expect much. I'm five, eight and a half feet tall (normal average high school height. For boys at least) I've got red hair, dark red, with black streaks. Normally not your normal high school hair color, but at my school it is. I'm not class president or class clown, in fact, I am quarter back of my high school's football team. I know I'm a girl, but I'm the best quarter back they've got.

I guess you could say I've got that though girl look. Muscles, piercings, and everything, but I'm actually nice. When it comes to football, well that's a different story. I'm more aggressive.

"Jones, you pick the warm up." Coach Backster said.

"Uh, how about a five mile run?" I asked. Coach Backster laughed because he knew I could actually run all five miles.

"Okay ladies, gather up. You've got a five mile run, Miss Jones will state the rules." He said. I walked up to the front next to coach as the boys gathered up, turned around and put my hands on my hips.

"I will be in the lead, you will follow me wherever I chose to go. Coach Backster will be in the back. If he passes you, than you will run an extra half a mile." I said smirking as the boys groaned. "Please do keep up. We don't need any slackers on our team." Coach Backster is highly involved in our high school football, since he is the football coach.

"You heard the lady, now go dress out. Be back here in ten."

I walked to my back pack, unzipped it, and took out my workout clothes. Workout shorts and a sports bra. I already have my running shoes on. The boys obviously don't care what I wear but they sometimes do stare. The football building is little and since football is mainly for boys, the building has only one locker room so I have to use the ladies restrooms to change.

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I waited for everybody to gather up. Only a few boys were missing. I changed pretty quickly. I have my watch on, it's one of those watches that track how far you run. As I wait I re-tie my undone shoe lace. All of a sudden there are large hands on my waist. Joey Baker. Running back. Co-captain. Also, my boyfriend. Eighteen years of age, light brown hair, six foot four, and very attractive. We've been together for almost two years coming up in a month and a half.

"Hey," I say smiling and turning around towards him.

"Hey babe. you picked the five mile run, right?"

"Yeah I did, we need it." He pulls me in closer to him. I grab his face, his hands on my hips and when our faces are about to touch.

"I don't like these boys staring at you. You should borrow my t-shirt." He says. I peck his lips than I move his hands off my waist.

"Is somebody jealous?" I smirk. He pulls his t-shirt off of his nice tanned body then says, "Yes, I am." He hands me his t-shirt. His tanned skin, thick muscles, six pack and v-line show. Luckily the t-shirt he gave to me is my favorite of his. Slash from guns n' roses.

"What if I don't put it on?" I ask, still with a smirk on my face.

"Then no make out session after practice for you." He knows I've been waiting for that since Monday. I quickly pull the t-shirt over my head. He smirks in return. His t-shirt is big on me since it is a boys shirt. Everybody has gathered. I see coach Backster in the back.

"Okay, is everybody ready?" I asked.

"Yes." Backster said. I put my headphones in my ear and press shuffle. It ends up on 'Thrift shop' by Mackelmore and Ryan Lewis. I slip my phone in my sports bra.