"Woops!" I yelled. I laid flat on the ground. Ugh.
I didn't think that someone would help me up, but someone did. And that person who did was hot.
"Are you ok?" The man with a football Steelers jersey on said.
"Ye-Yeah," I answered. "Thanks."
"What are you doing over here? The game's about to start."
"Oh I'm getting food for me and my grandma."
"Well, be careful," he said and then winked. "Acually, have my food. I have to get to game so I can't finish."
"Th-Thanks," I told him and scurried off.
"Wait!" The football player called to me. "What's you name?"
"Uh, Crystal. Uh, yours?"I hesitated. And then I giggled like a little girl. What was getting in to me?
"Greg."
"Well, yo-you should get back to the game."
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When the Clock Strikes Twelve
FanfictionFan fiction of Cinderella: a normal girl is forced into being a servant. She really wants to go to the super bowl but she has too much work to do. She lives through the amazing story of Cinderella, but for people who like sports, and ends up-- read...
