Cruz was your typical football player, womanizer, hot shot. Every high school has one.

Just like every school has its weird, quiet kid. The one people make fun of for just existing, the one that people make up random rumors about.

Well you were that kid. The quiet one…people would whisper about you, sometimes right in front of you but Cruz…he didn’t shove you into lockers or call you names, instead…he’d always suggest you sleep with him.

People knew Cruz was obsessed with you but they’d assume he was joking whenever he would suggest you come over and you two can “have some fun”.

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You were looking around the courtyard during lunch when you noticed Cruz staring at you. He was with his friends in a group, his eyes meeting yours. He winked and pointed downwards at his…area.