The Football Player

The Football Player

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When Mykie Chandler moved from Illinois to a suburban neighborhood in Florida, she has to restart her entire life. She was always in the background, a character everyone always overlooked. Until Joe spotted her. Joe was a defense tackler on the football team who had his whole life set out in front of him. He was sweet despite the stereotype that held over his head. Girls weren't something that Joe paid too much attention to since football took up most of his time. But that all changed when he met a certain curly-haired blonde with the brightest eyes he had ever seen. (This description sucks, but it's only temporary.)
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A sexy chuckle from a man came quietly from behind me and I tensed noticeably. "What are you doing back here? No one is aloud back here but WWE members." I winced, too scared to turn around to face the man behind me. "Uhh looking for my dumb-ass friend who dragged me back here, well she ran back here and I followed but either way my dumb-ass friend is somewhere back here and soo yeah. Please don't call security . . ." I shrugged. "On me anyway." The guy laughed. "I won't call security," I sighed in relief, "now why don't you turn around so we can introduce each other, and also its rude to talk to someone with your back turned." I sighed and slowly turned around to face the guy, hesitantly looking up from the floor, I stopped breathing at the sight of him. 'Oh god . . .' Dean Ambrose . . .

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