The Football Player. ➳[H.G]

21. Nice Shirt

"Turn here." I directed him.

Technically I was guiding him to my house, but I really wasn't.

He don't needa know anyways.

"Okay, stop here." I smiled.

"This isn't your house Haylee." Sam smirked, looking at the Subway sign.

"Oh I know." I said walking out of his car and towards the shop.

"You coming or nah?" I yelled.

He laughed and jogged towards me, opening the door for me.

"By the way, nice shirt." He commented while we sat with our food.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"How come you left and didn't say Goodbye?" He asked taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"Well, you looked so peaceful sleeping so I just left." I shrugged taking a bite out of my sandwich.

"Still I didn't even get your number." He pouted.

"Here, give me your phone." I giggled.

He handed me his phone and I handed him mine.

"There you go." I said returning his phone.

"My Queen Haylee." He read out loud.

"You know it." I smiled taking a sip out of my lemonade.

He smirked, "here you go." He handed me my phone.

"Daddy Sammy." I read his contact name.

"Wow Sam, wow." I laughed and he laughed too.

"What Charles?" He raised an eyebrow drinking from his Pepsi.

"How do you know my last name?" I questioned confused.

"Well, you aren't the only one who does research." Sam chuckled.

"I'm impressed, Wilkinson." I smirked,

"I have loads of things to learn from you."

"I think it's the other way around Beautiful." Sam smiled.

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((A/N; SOME PEOPLE GOT DRIVE, SOME PEOPLE GOT TALENT, SOME PEOPLE GOT STYLE BUT YOU GOT IT ALL.))

Short ass chapter.

Idk how I feel about this chapter.

Didn't even go to school today, so decided to update :)).