Zeandre was the middle linebacker for the school’s varsity team. He was all the stereotypes: hot, popular, and kinda fucking stupid. He lacked academic smarts and was in desperate need of a tutor. Though, he didn’t want to admit it. So he never got one. Instead he focused on football.

“Oh shit, sorry!” He accidentally knocked over Y/N while trying to catch a football his friend threw. Y/N fell hard upon contact.

“You okay??” He asked.