It could have been a very close call if that sweatshirt was removed.
As soon as I saw the two sticks on the front I knew he shouldn't take that jacket off.
As long as the back stayed hidden we should've been good.
Or so it was thought.
We both sit in the back of a psychology class together.
The only class we share throughout the day.
I wanted to be a sports trainer.
He wanted to be a detective.
Little did I know someone saw us that day.
Someone got a picture of the familiar tournament shirt and my hand on his back as I bent down.
I thought no one would look as I went to sharpen my pencil.
People never looked.
But a picture was taken.
And it spread like wildfire.
School Nerd Dates the Star Lacrosse Defender?
-J
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Fight |markson|
FanfictionIt's the typical jock saves the nerd. Or so you have thought. - Hahahahahahaha idek how to describe this book
