hudson charleston. the boy focused on one thing and one thing only.

football.

hudson had been a star since he first started football considering his father was one of the greatest players of all time. so why wouldn’t he be?

for years, he didn’t focus on anything else except for his football career.

didn’t party, or have girlfriends, and he never claimed any of his teammates, including ethan hollis who called him his best friend, as his friend. he just— didn’t feel like he had the time or energy to have any relationships. and his father had influenced him to do so. especially after his divorce with Hudson’s mother. naturally, hudson stayed with his father to keep working— however it just showed that he didn’t need to focus on anything else.

that was until you showed up in his life.

the new girl from the poor side of town. shouldn’t even be in the private school of town— but somehow you were accepted. and somehow you compelled hudson.

ever since the first day. when he saw you walking through the halls like a ghost— headphones on, head down, like you were trying to stay invisible. since then, hudson couldn’t get you out of his head. he purposely walked the same route you did every day, sat next to you in the classes he had with you, until finally he got the courage to talk to you.

which leads to today. 3 months into your relationship with him.

you had started at this school, hoping to close everyone off so they wouldn’t have to talk about you— however hudson flipped that world. but you weren’t complaining.

hudson had turned out to be the best boyfriend. except for the fact he didn’t know how to be one. I mean— he had never been in one in the first place.

for example, sometimes when he decided to run practice later even when you had a date planned— he would totally forget to tell you.

you couldn’t be mad at him— but it sucked. feeling and knowing that you weren’t his priority. or— at least him not showing that you were his first priority. because he didn’t know how.

however, tonight was different. it was your 3 month anniversary, and hudson swore up in down he wouldn’t stand you up. and what did he do?

he stood you up.

you had waited an hour before finally convincing yourself he wasn’t coming.

but you didn’t want to go inside just yet. so, you sat on your porch swing, watching the rain pour around you.

another 30 minutes pass before you see a familiar truck pull into your driveway and park.

then, hudson stepped out. looking exhausted and really fucking guilty.

good. he should be.

he walked up your porch steps and over to you. his brown hair looked even darker from the rain, but his blue eyes looked the same. softer, maybe.

“I am so sorry.” he says, looking down at you.

you wanted to give in, say it was okay, but it wasn’t. you sighed.

then he did something unexpected. something that hudson would never do in a million years— except for right now.

he got down on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands into his.

“it’s not enough, I know. but it’s all I have. and my fucking love for you. im pathetic, for you.”