The Quarterback's Girl

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The next day, I went to school like a usual teenager would. It was as normal as ever, until the new boy came up to me and started to flirting with me. I was disgusted, Sam wasn't with me and this guy was hitting on me! What kind of a jerk is he?

"I like your sweater." He shyly admitted.

I smiled back warmly. "Thanks."

"Your name is Gwen, right?"

"Yeah... how exactly do you know my name?"

"You're dating this school's star quarterback. Who wouldn't I know your name?"

"Ok, I see that."

"You look nice today."

"Um, thanks?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Did you know that I have the looks and the brains?" He asked, raking his fingers through his hair. He seemed more confident this time around. He then began leaning on me. Was this guy making a move on me?

"I can say otherwise on both of those things." I rolled my eyes at him. He is completely insane. "I would never choose you over Sam, and remember that." I pushed him off of me and walked to class. He didn't follow after, and once I glanced back and saw him standing in the hallway.

Broken. Great, now I've just hurt this boys feelings. At least he now gets the message. I'm taken, and I'm never going to break up with Samson.

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I told Sam all that had happened after school. He seemed furious that the new boy was hitting on me. "I can't believe him. Is he really stupid enough to be flirting with you?" He asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged. A stupid idea popped into my head, maybe the guy didn't know how to talk to girls, maybe he was just trying to make friends with me.

It was a crazy idea, but it wasn't completely out of the picture. "Ok, maybe he likes me. He might just have a little crush on me." I suggested.

"Maybe." Sam agreed.

"I mean, all guys have small crushes at one point in their life. It'll all blow over in a month Sam." I added.

"Ok, ok, I see what you're getting at. I'll talk to him after school tomorrow." He said.

"Fine, but try not to pick a fight with him. I don't want to have you landed in the principal's office." I pleaded.

Sam gasped and placed his hand over his Chet, acting like her were offended at my comment. "Gwen, do you really think I'm not mature enough to handle this?"

"No, it's just that, well, sometimes you make the situation worse than it already is when you try to 'talk' with someone." I shrugged.

"Ok, I won't fight him. I Sam Cam smiled.

"Ok." I felt a burden lifted from my shoulders.

"Well, got to get to football practice. I love you Babe."

"Yeah, I love you too." I replied. Sam walked down the hallway, leaving me standing there alone. A rush of cold air hit me. I shivered, reminding me that I'm supposed to be walking home. I lifted my backpack up to my shoulders and head out of the school doors.