"Oh hey you're cute," some boy in a football uniform told you, eyeing you up and down.
Ew
"Oh hey, I don't care," you mocked back, smirking.
"Don't be like that. I'm Brandon. But seriously can I have your number?" he asked holding his phone out.
"I'm Anna and I'm not into football players, sorry," you told him waiting for him to leave you alone.
"Well what are you into then," he asked confused.
"Bad boys," you replied smirking and walked away to your next class.
- -
"ANNA WAIT UP," Brandon screamed running down the hall trying to catch up to you.
will this kid ever go away?
"What do you want," you groaned as he got closer to you.
"I want a chance. Yeah, I may not be a bad boy or whatever, but I think we could work it out," he explained shrugging his shoulders.
"Ditch with me then. If you actually do it, then yeah I guess I'll give you my number or whatever," you shrugged as his eyes lit up.
"Okay, lets go," he replied. that was not the answer you were looking for
he actually agreed im-
HIYAA IM BACK HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE IMAGINE I WOULD TAG YOU BUT MY TAGS DON'T WORK WHATEVER BYEE BBGS -janessa
