You watch your high school sweetheart, Sam flex his toned muscles while warming up for the football game on the field.
Sam has been your biggest crush since the very first day of high school. Ever since then, you've never been able to get him out of your mind. It's like he lives there now.
"He's not even that good looking." Your best friend, Harry snorts. You raise an eyebrow at him before turning back to gazing at Sam.
For some reason, Sam always seemed to bother Harry. You weren't sure why since Sam never did anything to Harry or you. "He's so gorgeous..." You think aloud. Harry turns to you with a confused and shocked expression, "Are you serious?". You ignore Harry knowing his going to start his rant about how Sam is nowhere near from perfect, like he usually does.
"What do you have against Sam anyway? You always act so cold whenever I talk about him... which is technically every day but that's irrelevant." You say, turning to Harry. "He's a jerk. A big jerk. A huge jerk. The biggest of all the jerk-", "Okay okay I get it now." You cut Harry off knowing he can continue for a lifetime.
"He's no good, Y/N. He may be one of the most good looking guys on school campus, but that pretty face of his has a lot to hide." Harry sighs. "That's bullshit. I know for a fact that Sam Parker is the nicest, kindest and caring guy I know." You say. "Oh..." Harry says, with a hint of hurt in his voice. "What?", "N-Nothing. Let's just watch this stupid game." He says. You shrug it off and watch Sam and his teammates play the game.
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"Did you see him score that goal? He's so good! And also so fit, and so athletic... and so-", "Perfect." Harry finishes your sentence. "Yeah... perfect." You smile as you glance over at Sam for the thousandth time. Him and his team celebrate winning the game on the field. Nearly half the school joins on the grass celebrating the team' victory. You badly want to go down but Harry seemed to want to stay up on the bleaches.
Sam suddenly turns around and catches you staring at him. He winks and smiles at you and you feel weak at your knees. Your stomach has erupted with butterflies and your cheeks feel like they've been set on fire.
"D-did you see him wink at me?!" You ask, still in shock. Harry doesn't say anything. Although he looks like he's about to go on a rampage. "Harry?" You furrow your eyebrows as he starts to pack up his stuff. "I'll see you tomorrow." He says blankly before leaving. What was that for?
"Text me!" You shout but he doesn't turn around. It's either he didn't hear or, he ignored you.
What's gotten into him?
