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♡3 - injuries and an interview

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Dear Diary,

Day 3,165 and nine hours and I'm still in love with the same boy.

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Going down the list of things Ms. Mayfield assigned to me for the football pages my finger came to a halt on one very important job. This one duty that very well may change my life. Next to a little pen written box I read

◽️interview the quarterback ;)

Screaming didn't seem like a logical response so instead I decided to stay quiet and just mentally flip shit instead.

"I-uh I have to go Nate I'll see you after school." I rushed out, grabbing everything and almost tripping down the bleachers

"We're still on for Fro Yo right?" he called back, but I was too excited to respond.

The boys had just started to exit the field when I saw Brett picking some extra stuff off the fake grass, almost sprinting over to him I stopped right in front of his muscular body, speechless and completely starstruck.

Brett Foster. King of the Jungle. Quarterback of WMHS football team. Poster child for perfection and definition of Abercrombie model. The guy I've been in love with for exactly 3,165 days and nine hours.

"What do you want?" he questioned eyeing my petite, deer in headlights self.

"I- I um... I just- I- Hi I'm Beth Maxwell.. I'm uh- the journalist for the football pages this year and I uh- I have to interview the quarterback and since you're you know... the quarterback... I need to interview you and-"

"Just meet me in the library after school today. I want to get it over with." He cut me off, giving me one more judgmental look before walking off.

A small squeak/squeal/beginning of hyperventilation escaped me and I think I almost passed out after that to be honest.

But it doesn't matter because I, Elizabeth Kristen Maxwell, am meeting the Brett Foster, quarterback of Wes Marcus High football team in the library today after hours.

Alone.

I just have to be less awkward this time.

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The day was seemingly endless as I sat in eighth period pretending to listen to my teacher expand on the syllabus but actually counting the seconds till we were released

15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

*DING*

The bell sounded like a chorus of angels to my ears as I grabbed my books and bolted out of the classroom and into the library. Luckily I scored one of those private rooms in the back.

Anyways. I sat waiting for about five minutes when a familiar cheekbone angel showed up opening the door and stepping inside. He hesitantly pulled out a chair in front of me as I situated my notepad and pen in an attempt to distract me from doing anything stupid, that is until I banged my head on the table trying to grab a pen.

"shit." I mumbled from underneath the table coming up as calm as possible.

"Uh... are you okay?" he questioned staring at my hand that was awkwardly resting on my head where a knot will probably form later.

Quickly I removed it, fixing my blonde curls as best as possible "Ya... let's just... get started."

Leaning backwards in his chair all bad boy like the football player grumbled "How long do you think this will take?"

"Uh, I don't know exactly... probably around-" my words were cut off as his chair fell backwards onto the ground bringing him down as well.

A gasp escaped my mouth but was soon transformed into laughter that I tried my best to muffle but failed miserably.

Scooting out my seat I walked around the table and bent down to give him a lift up. Surprisingly he grabbed the hand I offered making a rush of electricity shoot up my arm as I pulled him off the ground.

"Well now that we have both injured ourselves, I think we should get started." I smiled, suddenly feeling a hell of a lot more confident than before.

"Ya just pretend like that didn't happen." He rushed out picking up his chair and sitting it up straight.

A smile grew on my lips instinctively as I stared at him evaluating whether or not the cocky football player everyone knows is really the boy I'm about to interview.

"Ya, sure."

He sent a smile back, no not a smirk, but a true, genuine, smile and sat back down across from me

"So shall we begin?"

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meet Brett.

like I said the beginning will be kind of slow cause it's introductory but I promise that shit will go down. Ask ryan if you want proof XD

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Xoxo Cara oxoX

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